You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 72Who Does He Think He Is?

It was obvious that Peter Johns had not figured out the situation yet. Their eyes had been wandering

slowly on the two of them.

From beginning to end, her eyes never looked at Beau Wright. Instead, she sat there quietly and

occasionally whispered a few words to Camilla Kents.

The look was bland, the smooth cheeks faintly shining in the light, like a bright moon in the night sky, so

unique in that group of women.

Beau Wright stared at her, and his eyes moved slightly. He held the wine glass in one hand and shook

it gently. Then, the other hand slipped under the table and held her hand.

Harriet Smith was stunned for a moment before she realized what was going on. She glared at him, but

she didn't dare to make too much of a move lest she drew the attention of others. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

He naturally refused to let go. His slightly rough fingers slowly rubbed her soft palm and lowered his

voice. Only the two of them could hear his low voice. "Finally, you are willing to look at me. Well, Mrs.

Wright..."

"Let me go!" She gritted her teeth, and her voice almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Didn't Mrs. Wright have the ability to break free by her? Why should I let you go?"

Beau Wright's voice was low and deep, and the end of the tone was raised. As he spoke, he put her

hand on his thigh, gently pressed her belly, and moved.

An electric current ran through her body. Harriet Smith felt a little angrier and reached out to pinch his

thigh.

Under the colorful light, the two of them sat in the corner with a calm face, but there were surging

undercurrents under the table.

"Are you going to let me go or not?" Her patience was on the verge of disappearing.

But Beau Wright looked at her calmly. "So what if I let you go? So what if I don't?"

Harriet Smith stopped talking to him. She lifted her foot and stepped hard on the back of his foot. She

twisted and twisted with all her strength.

However, Beau Wright seemed to have never felt pain. He allowed her to do whatever she wanted. He

raised his eyebrows slightly, and his lips seemed to be slightly raised.

He picked up a glass of beer with his left hand and even shook it a little leisurely, with a lazy look on his

handsome face.

Harriet Smith was so angry that her body twisted violently. She didn't notice that she hit his shoulder.

As a result, the glass shook and all the beer spilled on Beau Wright's suit pants.

The crowd exclaimed. Camilla Kents handed the tissue to Harriet Smith. "Hurry up and wipe the blot for

Mr. Wright."

Harriet Smith didn't want to talk to him at all. She just sat there and didn't move. She thought it was

because he deserved it!

But at this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on her.

She was forced to pass the tissue little by little, squatted down, and wiped the beer stains on his suit

pants.

Beau Wright didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He didn't care that his pants were wet. Instead, he smiled

and said, "Sorry to disturb you."

Everyone shook their heads to show that it was okay. Instead, they were worried and said, "Mr. Wright's

pants..."

"It doesn't matter. It's just wet. Nothing serious." He was still smiling, but his slightly drooping eyes fell

on Harriet Smith, who was half squatting on the ground.

She kept her head down and didn't look up, only revealing her delicate neck, like a beautiful white

swan.

His mind wandered. He stared deeply at her, and his eyes did not blink.

Although the tissue could suck water, the soaked suit pants were still very obvious because it was on

his thigh.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Assistant Hanson walked over.

In the end, he stopped behind Beau Wright and whispered in his ear, "President, Mr. Max has been

waiting in the private room for a long time."

With a slight nod of his chin, Beau Wright's tall body bent slightly, and his deep voice was very low. The

hot breath fell on Harriet Smith's ear, and only she could hear it.

"Just sit here and wait for me for a moment. After signing the contract, we will leave together..."

Harriet Smith just glanced at him indifferently, but didn't say anything. She threw the tissue aside and

sat down.

After that, he sat up straight, then stood up, nodded to everyone, and said indifferently and politely,

"Thank you for your hospitality tonight. I still have something to do, so I can't accompany you to the

end. Today's bill will be written on my bill, and everyone will be happy."

Beau Wright deliberately glanced at Harriet Smith again. Then he took a long step forward and strode

forward.

Assistant Hanson followed closely behind him and said in surprise, "Mr. Wright, your pants..."

"It doesn't matter..." Beau Wright interrupted him directly and disappeared on the second floor.

Camilla Kents exclaimed, "Harriet, how do you know such a high-quality man? Tell me!"

Hearing this, all the female students present, who had long been fascinated, looked over and waited.

Harriet Smith said casually, "He is the elder brother of a student. I met him at the parents' meeting.

What time is it now?"

Peter Johns took a look at the time. "Ten o'clock. What, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm a little sleepy." As she spoke, she smiled and stood up from the sofa, stretching herself.

"Then I'll go with you." Peter Johns also got up.

Camilla Kents laughed. "It's true that husband and wife follow each other!"

Harriet Smith patted her on the shoulder to make her stop joking. Then she looked at Peter Johns and

said, "It doesn't matter. It's okay, I can go home by myself."

Picking up the car key on the table, Peter Johns said with a smile, "We go the same way. There is a

case that needs to be dealt with urgently at night, so I'm going to leave now."

"Okay! You go the same way and Harriet can get a ride. That's great!" Camilla Kents pushed them out

of the bar.

Then, Peter Johns started the car. Harriet Smith stood by the side of the road and waited. She

inadvertently glanced at the black Land Rover and the car plate number that she was familiar with. She

couldn't help but think of the words he said when he left.

Just sit here and wait for me for a moment. When my case is resolved, we'll leave together...

The sarcasm in her eyes was extremely obvious. Who did he think he was? Why should she obey to sit

there when he asked her to wait?

Peter Johns drove over and opened the door. She got in and the car slowly disappeared into the traffic.

After a while, Beau Wright came down from upstairs and strode like the wind. He seemed to have

something urgent. Mr. Hanson and Mr. Max were still in the private room.

He had already told Mr. Hanson about the details of the contract. The rest of the contract could be done

by him.

As he approached the table, his eyes swept across the crowd, but he could not see Harriet.

"Mr. Wright." Camilla Kents noticed him and asked, "Are you looking for Harriet?"

Beau Wright nodded slightly and frowned. "Where did she go?"

"She has already returned home and left with Peter Johns. They go the same way, so Harriet can get a

ride." Camilla Kents explained.

Beau Wright's eyes instantly became unusually deep and dark. He suppressed his violent emotions

and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. His voice was so deep. "Peter Johns?"