Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 267

When everyone heard what she said, their proper views of life, values, and the world were completely shattered—

"F*ck me, I didn’t know that you can say it this way."

"Tsk. From what she was saying, her daughter isn’t the least bit wrong!"

"The proper views of life, values, and the world aside, I’m genuinely impressed that a person with her IQ could even give birth to a daughter like Leah!"

"I think Audrey is the most pitiful one yet. Her fiancé doesn't like her at all."

Audrey’s complexion was alternating between crimson and blue. She was dying to walk away but she could not.

She walked up to William with fury burning on her face, tugging at him with all her might. "You have knelt and apologized enough, William. Can we go now?"

"You should go. I'm the one who has let you down." William knelt on the ground, not moving an inch. He put on a frosty look on his face, not showing a single response to whatever Audrey and Madam Jones said to him. Every once in a while, he would apologize to Sophia at the top of his voice.

Seeing that there was absolutely no way to make William leave, Madam Jones entered Dream Club and asked, "Where is your club manager? Can you ask him or her to come out and see me?"

"Sure, please wait a minute," the employee said.

At this moment, Marie just happened to sashay down the stairs. She flashed her a beaming smile. "Why are you so angry, Madam Jones? June, go make a cup of tea for Madam Jones to cool her down."

"No!" Madam Jones growled. "You’re in charge of the entrance of the club, right? Hurry up and disperse the crowd. Ask them to go back to doing what they were doing."

Marie sighed. "You have overestimated me. The guests here are wealthy and respectable figures. This isn’t within the power of a mere manager like me. All I can say to you is that I’m sorry."

Marie apologized repeatedly no matter how Madam Jones tried to intimidate and bribe her, saying that she had no power over these guests and asked her to understand. This made Madam Jones hopping mad.

*

Harris Corporation, the president's office.

Charles answered the phone. When he heard the request made by the person on the other end of the call, he sounded like he was put in a dilemma. "Dad, you know that I was removed from my position as president and my five percent shares have been confiscated. Right now, I am being investigated for financial crime. How can I afford to offend anyone when I’m dealing with internal and external threats right now?"

"Don’t use bureaucratic jargon with me!" Mr. Harris said in a deep voice, "Aunt Lewis said that Dream Club is now jam-packed with people. You are the club’s boss, aren’t you supposed to come forward and deal with it?"

Charles tapped his fingers on the table a few times. "Since you feel sorry for Aunt Lewis, would you like to step forward and deal with it instead, Dad? The onlookers standing on both entrances are all young juniors, so they would probably listen to you."

"Nonsense!" Mr. Harris said, "They’re all children of rich families and officials. I would only cause unnecessary trouble for the Harris family if I intervene!"

Charles twitched his lips. "I would seem inconsiderate if I insist on not going when you’re already so dead set on getting what you want. Why don’t we do this, I’ll talk to Grandpa and let him know that you want to rescue a beauty like the hero that you are by having an extramarital affair with Aunt Lewis, so you want me to..."

"Charles!" Mr. Harris cut him off. There were traces of warning in his voice.

Charles sneered. “If it doesn’t work either way, then I really don't know what to do anymore. I still have a lot of things to deal with in the company. I’m hanging up."

Having said that, he gave him no chance to respond and hung up the phone straight away.

Charles continued to go through his files but was stuck on the same page after a very long time. He closed his files and stood up, hanging the windbreaker on the crook of his arm, then opened the door of the lounge. "Go out with me."

"What are we going to do?" Sophia frowned, raising her head to look at him, then turned and stood up to put on her coat.