Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 43

When Franklin and Emily went downstairs, Mrs. Brent was waiting in the living room impatiently.

When they showed up, she said unhappily, "What takes you so long? Don't you know I'm here? You

have kept me waiting for so long."

"Mother, please calm down. Franklin works hard and he is a newlywed. It's natural for him to get up late

in the morning."

Mrs. Wright-Lucas' mother, also came here. Mrs. Wright stood next to Mrs. Brent, playing the role of a

sweet daughter.

But maybe it seemed more appropriate if the two changed their identities.

Mrs. Brent snorted coldly, "A newlywed? When did he get married? Who admitted it? Whoever in our

family has received an invitation to attend the wedding? He is married because he has got a marriage

certificate? Who are you kidding? As his mother, I know nothing about it. How can they be

newlyweds?"

"The law makes us newlyweds," Franklin said.

Mrs. Brent became angrier after hearing that and pointed at him in exasperation, "Franklin, do you think

that you are strong enough to go against your mother? Your marriage is the most important of our

entire family. How can you make the decision without consulting us? How can you skip the wedding?

Have you ever thought of my feelings?"

"If you don't come, I'm going to bring her home today to tell you the good news and have a family

dinner to celebrate it," Franklin said calmly.

Mrs. Brent rebuked coldly, "Family dinner? I don't deserve it. Getting married without hosting wedding

ceremony? Franklin, do you think I have no idea what you are planning? You're just planning all these

for her? You're even taking advantages of this shallow girl to fool me? You just want to tell me that if I

don't allow you to marry her, you will find a worse one?"

Emily twitched her lips innocently aside. She was somehow offended.

Franklin frowned and said with a cold face, "You can think whatever you want to! I have been married

to Emily anyway. It doesn't matter if you admit it or not. She's my wife, and she doesn't have to be

recognized by others."

"Franklin, am I nothing to you?" Mrs. Brent's eyes turned red with anger.

Mrs. Wright quickly stood out and advised, "Franklin, you're going too far. Mother is worried about you.

She came here early in the morning because she cares about you."

"Stop it. He doesn't know my thoughts and pain! He's ungrateful and vicious." Mrs. Brent cried.

Franklin was upset but helpless when she was crying, and Emily looked at all these embarrassedly.

Emily couldn't take it anymore. She went up to Mrs. Brent and said, "Mother, don't be too sad. We've

already got our marriage certificate. Maybe you'll like me after getting along with me for a long time."

"Who's your mother? You're so audacious. How dare you call me mother," Mrs. Brent scolded her.

When Franklin saw that, he reached out his hand to pull her over and said, "Aren't you late for work? I'll

ask the driver to take you there. Have breakfast on the way, and the driver will prepare it for you."

"All right! I'll go first." Emily nodded and dashed out. It was obvious that Mrs. Brent really didn't like her.

It's better for her to leave.

Perhaps after she left, Mrs. Brent could calm down and talk with Franklin.

The driver drove Emily to Hilton have breakfast. She had never had such a nice breakfast before. Since

Thinking Franklin would pay the bill, she ordered some more and took them to the office.

When her colleagues saw it, they all complaint she should told them firs, then they would not bought

their own first. But what Emily got looked really yummy. They could not help having some more even

though they had already taken some previously.

"Emily, you don't have to spend too much even if you have made a fortune! Breakfast in Hilton is quite

expensive," the manager told Emily.

She knew Emily's financial condition. Emily's mother needed a lot of money. She didn't want her to

spend too much.

Emily smiled awkwardly and said, "It doesn't matter. A friend just gave me some coupons. It's free. "

"I see! Then I'll take another cheese cake," the manager said happily.

Joyce leaned over and whispered to her, "Mr. Brent is the friend, right?"

As the only insider, she was extremely excited.

Emily nodded quietly and said in a low voice, "Yes, so help yourself!"

"You want to fawn on me just with breakfast! I'm your best friend. He has to treat me to a better one

before getting my recognition," Joyce said in a playful tone.

"Sure, when he is free." Emily promised her with a smile.

After breakfast, they cleaned up the table and started to work.

First, there was a regular meeting. After that, they went back to their position.

A client came to the office, saying he wanted to see the model house, and requiring Emily to show him

around.

Emily was surprised and rushed out to meet the client. He's waiting in the outside, in the car.

"Why are you here?"

"So we meet again, Miss Johnson."

It turned out the boss was Harry Carter.

"Mr. Carter, I'm sorry, but I have nothing to talk with you. If you really say something, why don't you go

for Franklin? I still have to work," Emily said impatiently.

She still remembered that Harry had deliberately deceived her last time. She was very angry that he

lied to her. Liar is the tag Emily gives to him.

Harry said with a bitter smile, "Are you angry with me? Did I offend Miss Johnson last time that you

treat me like this?"

"You didn't offend me. You just lied to me. If you want to play the old tricks because of your sister, I'm

sorry, I have no time."

"Sorry, it was my fault for hiding the truth from you last time. Franklin has told you everything! My

younger sister is not his childhood sweetheart, she just admires him. I haven't told you clearly. It's my

fault."

"Mr. Carter, you don't have to apologize to me. This has nothing to do with me." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"What about the house? Miss Johnson, can you do me a favor and introduce to me a fancy one?"

"Oh, I don't think you need another house?" Emily snorted. He took her as a fool!

"Miss Johnson, I really want to buy a house. I promise not to lie to you this time. You don't want to lose

me as a client either! If I like the house, it will be a one-off payment."

Emily frowned and hesitated. Harry looked sincere. He might be telling the truth this time.

If she sold a house to Harry, she would get a hefty commission.

"Well, Mr. Carter, I hope that you will keep your word this time and stop being a liar."