Harry Hunter chuckled softly, feeling warmth in his heart.
It seems being berated made his little wife very distressed.
Actually, he didn't care about the outside world's opinions. Moreover, some of the criticisms were true—he indeed was ruthless and lacked gentlemanly manners.
He patted Isabella Weaver's smooth long hair, took her hand, and got into the car, taking her home.
Inside the Moonlight Jewelry Tower, chaos had erupted as everyone raised their phones to record videos, stopping only when Harry Hunter's Maybach disappeared from view.
"Young Master Hunter truly spoils his wife! It's not that he lacks gentlemanly manners; he doesn't touch any woman besides his wife!"
"Let's upload the video online so those who are clamoring can see how quick Young Master Hunter reacts!"
"Exactly, Young Master Hunter doesn't need any hype. His instinctive reaction was to step back and not touch that Reception Lady!"
