The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

“Mrs. Carlson, nice to meet you! | am your admirer. May | have a drink. with you?” said the man.”

Harriet sneered, placed the champagne the man offered on the nearby table, and left without sparing a glance at him. The people around them witnessed it and started approaching Harriet to show their interest.

They had heard the malicious rumors spread by that lady earlier and believed that Harriet was into handsome young men. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to seduce Harriet, as being able to sleep with Delbert’s wife was a fatal attraction for them.

But their presence only made Harriet sick. She turned them down, only to fall into the vortex of rumors.

The ladies nearby sneered at her, thinking that Harriet was smart enough to know that men didn’t like easy prey. She was pretending to be pure and playing hard to get.

These mocking voices were heard by Harriet.

But instead of getting angry, she smiled and continued her way toward the exit. In her last life, she had heard more unacceptable things.

As Harriet walked out of the banquet hall, she became more intoxicated.

“Be carefull”

At the door, she almost tripped and fell. A large hand caught her in

time.

She turned around and thanked him.

But then her smile froze on her face.

“Let go!” she snapped.

As soon as she saw Vernon, she showed a disgusted look. It caused Vernon to feel a dull pain in her heart.

He hadn't confronted her for scheming against Lula and him at Flavor Fusion the other day. He was afraid that it would cause the stock prices of the Morton Group to plummet further.

What made Harriet think she could give him attitude now? Harriet pulled her wrist out of Vernon’s hand, staring at his hypocritical face with disdain. “Mr. Morton, you're not dead yet,” she said.

She thought that after Vernon’s relationship with Lula was exposed, Marc would target Vernon. Now it looked like Lula didn’t matter much to Marc.

It was a shame that Vernon could continue to act like a clown.

“I'm lucky enough to survive your scheme,” Vernon said, annoyed by Harriet’s sarcasm.

He paused and continued, “Are you drunk, Mrs. Carlson?”

His eyes flickered with concern.

Harriet’s sarcasm grew stronger.

It was ridiculous for Vernon to pretend that he cared about her.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, I’m drunk. But it doesn’t affect my vision. You’re tough and disgusting!” she said. “What did you say?” Vernon was enraged, and he stepped forward to grab her wrist.