CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 475: HOLD ME

Isabella Weaver was taken aback, is her husband really this ruthless? For Alexander Parker to survive until now, has Harry Hunter been particularly merciful?

"Young Master!"

Connor started crying, hugging Harry Hunter and smearing tears all over him.

Harry Hunter was incredibly disgusted, but still didn’t push him away, giving him a reassuring hug: "You’re pathetic, crying for what? Just go and win her back!"

"No use winning her back, she likes money!"

"How much? I’ll give it to you!"

"She wants to be a rich lady!"

"Can’t the shares of Star Region Group I gave you support one little wild girl?"

After saying this, Harry Hunter turned to see Isabella Weaver staring at him and Connor.

He hurriedly pushed Connor away: "Go, go, find Cora Ginger to hug! What does this look like now!"

Connor looked towards Isabella Weaver with reddened eyes: "Young Madam, I’m not trying to steal the Young Master from you, I’m just too upset."

Isabella Weaver opened her arms: "Connor, come here. If you like hugs, I’ll hug you too. Hugs make you feel better."

Connor sniffed and glanced at Harry Hunter.

Still no, hugging Isabella Weaver, he was worried he’d be beaten to death by Harry Hunter.

Harry Hunter pulled Isabella Weaver behind him: "No way, you can’t hug him! Connor, go to Jeremy Duff, there’s a whole bunch of women there, every type you can imagine. I’ll pay, you can hug as you please!"

Connor’s emotions calmed down a lot, he shook his head: "I don’t like those chaotic women."

Harry Hunter couldn’t help but sigh, he never knew his subordinate was so dedicated.

"I’ll give you two days off, decide for yourself whether to win her back or not, let David follow me these days."

Connor nodded and turned to leave.

Isabella Weaver waited until he left to speak: "Tomorrow I’ll also ask Cora. I’m sure she likes Connor. There must be trouble at her home, she used to always spend her earned money on her family and lived in a very small basement herself."

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter responded with a sound, furrowing his brows looking at his clothes stained by Connor, and took them off, revealing his sturdy upper body.

He looked at Isabella Weaver: "Come here, hug me."

Isabella Weaver gave him a strange look: "Why?"

"Don’t you want to hug?"

"When did I want to hug?"

"You just wanted to hug Connor! Why not me?!"

"He’s heartbroken, I’m comforting him, didn’t you hug him too?"

Harry Hunter’s tone was especially domineering: "Even if he’s heartbroken, you’re not allowed to hug! You can only hug me!"

Isabella Weaver was amused by his behavior, even jealous of Connor, is he the king of jealousy?

"Come here!"

Isabella Weaver walked over, looking at his smooth chest and abs, her face slightly hot: "Why did you take off your clothes..."

"Connor got them dirty, he’s too pathetic, it’s just a woman, if this doesn’t work, find another one!"

"Oh, and would you do the same? If I don’t work, do you find another?"

"You can’t be replaced, you’re the only one!"

"What if I want to marry someone else..."

"No what if!"

"What if I fancy another rich guy..."

"No one is richer than me!"

Harry Hunter got angry, picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, gritting his teeth: "You dare imagine such a thing? Isabella Weaver, don’t beg for mercy tonight! I’ve spoiled you too much, daring to think about this and that!"

"No! I’m just giving an example!"

"Even as an example it’s not allowed!"

"Ah—why are you biting me, don’t bite my neck! I won’t be able to see people tomorrow!"