Harry Hunter's eyes were ice-cold; he didn't even want to glance at Alexander Parker. He'd be better off dying poor!
Still thinking about Isabella Weaver's hair!
"You're still not leaving? Do you want someone to throw you out?"
"Harry, you're pretty ruthless, aren't you? Last night you said I was like family from your cousin's side and had me work for you. Today, you're acting like you don't know me? You better treat me better, or else I'll tell your cousin you're secretly keeping a woman in the office!"
Harry looked at him coldly, believing he could really do such a thing. He gritted his teeth and said, "Perhaps we can talk about a cooperation!"
Alexander immediately smiled and moved closer warmly: "My brother-in-law definitely has good taste; you won't lose out by working with me!"
He rarely smiled like this, looking happy and relaxed, dispelling the usual sinister and ruthless aura around him, appearing just like a naïve and sunny youth.
