Earle put away his phone that contained Eliana’s message. He then looked up at Harriet who tried to discredit Eliana.

He was getting mixed feelings now.

Earle was beginning to realize that Eliana loved Maurice so much that she could give up everything and leave him.

And Harriet here… Harriet, whom he had chosen for Maurice, might not really love Maurice.

She and his grandson belonged to families of the same social status. Yet, she had already started to take sides even before she married into the Moran family. Moreover, she took Gerald’s side and started to help him when she learned that Maurice lost power in the Moran Group.

So why was he letting such a woman marry his grandson?

For the first time, Earle doubted his own judgment.

He might not want to admit it but he could tell that Eliana—and not Harriet—was the better choice for Maurice.

With Earle staring at her, Harriet felt uncomfortable. She wanted to say something.

“Miss Stone,” Earle said in a tone that startled Harriet, “may I remind you that you aren’t married yet to Maurice? There may be ladies from prominent families, just as you are, who would give the world to be his wife. So it is for your own good that you behave yourself… Because I wouldn’t mind replacing you.”

Earle then turned away and left Harriet open-mouthed.

believe what

What did he mean?

had done so much so she could marry Maurice.

There was a pained expression on her face. She wanted to go after

herself as she

see Harriet being scolded. That woman deserved

was worried about

Holding him by his arm, she asked, “Mr. Moran, may I

had always been a good grandson. Even when he quarreled with Earle before, their relationship had

glanced at it and then said, “The problem

“Oh, great!”

breathed a sigh of

am. I know you are a good girl.

noticeable. He had become considerably cheery

in surprise. “Can

won’t be coming back to work here,”

“Why?”

had a bad feeling about

out her phone and punched in Eliana’s

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255