Chapter 39 I Do Not Dare To Tell You


    "Say what?"


    "They say Miss rk has hooked up with the master of Miller Family."


    Wesley became angry immediately.


    Jack tried to relieve his boss, "The young master is only 17 years old. It is definitely nonsense. Miss


    rk will not do such a thing, boss."


    Jack did not on Harriet side, but if Wesley was in a bad mood, it would be subordinates who bore the


    brunt then followed by Harriet.


    With a "snap" sound, Jack saw the boss breaking off the pencil in his hand, making a sharp noise in the


    office and letting him trembled.


    "..."


    At the crew of the "Deep Pce n" of the film and television city, Keith invited the whole crew to eat


    ice cream in the afternoon.


    Bryant ate a cup of durian vor. When Harriet and he acted as partners, all the scent from his mouth


    was durian. She almost vomited by the smell but finally she controlled herself to the end of the day.


    "Stop, okay, this round is good."


    Finally, Harriet''s patience reached its limitation with the end of the shooting.


    On the way back to the hotel, Harriet''s phone rang and it was a strange local call.


    Harriet frowned for a while, and pressed the answer button. An unfamiliar middle-aged woman voice


    came, "Is it Harriet?"


    "It''s me, who is speaking?"


    "Do you know Wesley Smith?"


    The words "Wesley Smith" gradually froze Harriet'' smile.


    As night fell, the prosperity of California''s night scenes made people dare not look directly at it, as if


    they would never live forever if they were caught in this void modern life with a nce.


    In a charted high-end western restaurant in the city center, in addition to the three waiters, the huge


    restaurant only had people sitting on a table closest to the window. The light was dim, and it looked


    vaguely on the face of ady who was properly maintained.


    Harriet was invited to such charted restaurant by Keithst time.


    She told the water her name at the door, and the waiter ushered her through chairs in the lobby to the


    "Have a seat." The woman raised her head and looked at her not very carefully.


    Before Harriet sit close to the chair, she heard her speaking, "I asked you out as it is hard to exin


    myself clearly. Haven''t I disturbed your work?"


    "Not really. I am just off work."


    Harriet looked into her eyes. She only heard her mentioning Wesley on the phone and would like to talk


    to her about something. She didn''t know her rtionship with Wesley. Was her his mother? But they


    didn''t look simr.


    The woman on the opposite side said lightly when Harriet was still wondering, "In fact, it doesn''t matter


    if I disturb you job. After all, it''s arranged by Wesley to let you do it for fun. If you really live by filming,


    you can''t buy a house in the center of California and afford the charting of the restaurant."


    Harriet was surprised and her eyes narrowed. "You investigated me? Who are you?"


    Sandra sneered at her,


    "As the future mother-inw of Wesley, there is no problem I investigate the women around him, right?


    But Miss rk, why don''t you find a decent job as you are still young? Why do you be a


    mistress?"


    Mother-inw?


    That meant she was the mother of Wesley''s fiancée.


    The word ‘mistress'' hurt Harriet''s heart. Although she was careless, it did not mean that she had no


    moral standards as she knew what she was doing. She clenched her hands.


    "We both have parents. If they know what you have done, they will be shameful on you."


    Harriet pinched her nails into the palm hearing what she said, but sheughed at herself and met


    Sandra''s eyes then. "It seems that your investigation is not very detailed as you do not know that my


    parents died long ago."


    Sandra froze slightly.


    "You''re right, why would I be a mistress when I am still young?"


    "..."


    "I am forced to do it for living a good life."


    Who would be a mistress for true love? Most of them just did it for money. She didn''t think she was an


    exception. Even if she couldn''t escape from Wesley, she couldn''t deny that she was a canary raised by


    Wesley in a cage.


    Sandra nced at her contemptuously, and seemed to be not willing to waste her time talking to


    Harriet. She handed out a check directly, "This is five hundred thousand dor. Just leave Wesley."


    Harriet looked at the check within her expectation. She chuckled suddenly, "Mrs. Jones, five hundred


    thousand? Do you pay in installments?"


    "What?"


    Sandra became outrageous.


    Harriet leaned on the back of the chair and said quietly, "The cheque that Wesley gives me in daily life


    is more than what you offer. Do I lose my mind if I ept your five hundred thousand?"


    "You…"


    "You just keep you money. I have to leave first."


    Harriet left with her bag without stopping for a moment.


    She thought she was Wesley''s mother but she was just a prospective mother-inw and ran to criticize


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    her. She was not the one who can be ordered randomly!


    Seeing Harriet leaving, the assistant on the side carefully asked Sandra, "Madam, what shall we do


    now?"


    "What else can we do? We must prevent her from staying around Wesley." Sandra got angry.


    She just tried a few words. If the woman retreated, she would let her go easily but now, it seemed that


    the woman was not just good-looking, but also smart. Irene would not have a good future after she


    married with Wesley if the woman was still around him.


    "Call Mrs. William (the wife of Boss William in Pleasure Media). Isn''t this woman work in Pleasure


    Media? We are also a shareholder in thepany. It should be easy to fire a little actress."


    ——


    Harriet returned to the hotel, and fell directly on the bed with her makeup on. Her head was stuffy until


    she was almost suffocated before she lifted her breath. She recovered a little by gasping a breath.


    It was really hard for her to bearing the scolding face by face.


    Although she didn''t care about what she said, but she was still not at the moral side.


    Wesley hadn''t contacted her for some time since they had a fight over Keith and she left the apartment.


    Also, the former candid canary turned out to be a dog that would bite people in danger. It was what she


    wanted to erode the patience and love of Wesley for hers.


    She couldn''t fall asleep, so she took the script lines and practiced in the mirror over and over again.


    Only when she was immersed in the role, she could forget the trivia in life, and rece herself


    Molly clumsily concealed her dark circles in the morning. "Could you not stay up? Your skin clearly


    shows dark circles when you stay up all night, which is difficult to cover."


    Harriet yawned and made an innocent look by blinking, "Molly, didn''t you let me work harder? I have


    recited the lines for the whole night."


    "You don''t need to be so dedicated, just memorize the lines for the next day in advance, but you are


    almost done the whole script." Molly sighed with a puff and stopped talking for a long time. "Look at


    you, how could you have energy to deal with gossips."


    "Gossip?"


    Harriet froze, "What gossips?"


    Molly hesitated to tell her, "Harriet, don''t be angry if I tell you. There was a gossip news about you and


    Bryant on Facebook yesterday. It was already among the top three on Facebook in the morning when I


    checked it. I have tried to deal with it for the whole night, but I failed…I do not dare to tell you. "