Hello, Mr. Brent
Chapter 41

Franklin looked at the business card and replied dryly, "We've met before."

Anthony was flattered and said, "Yes, at my little daughter's wedding. I really didn't expect Mr. Brent to remember me. I didn't have the chance to say hi to you last time."

"There are a lot of people who want to meet me but can't have their wishes fulfilled. You don't have to feel bad about yourself. You're Emily's father, then you're my father-in-law. But since you divorced my mother- in-law, and forced Emily to move out of your house, I'm sure you're not getting along well. In that case, I shall call you Mr. Johnson."

His word embarrassed Anthony.

Elena, who's standing nearby, smiled wryly and gathered her courage to say, "Mr. Brent, you are joking. Anthony was still Emily's father even he divorce Abigail. He's your father-in-law."

"Who are you?" Franklin glanced at her and asked.

“I'm Anthony's wife. Though Emily was not my child, she grew up by my side. I always treated her the same way with Iris.”

"Continue to blow your trumpet,” Emily laughed coldly, stood up, and said sarcastically.

Elena embarrassedly smiled and said, "Am I wrong? Didn't you grow up with me?"

"If there's nothing else, we'll leave first.” Emily was not in the mood to argue with her and said to Anthony.

"Why are you leaving? At least have dinner with us first,” Anthony suggested

"Yes, I'm going to prepare it right away," Elena echoed.

Franklin said, "I need to go now. Maybe next time!"

He held Emily's hand and walked to the door.

Iris was still standing there blankly. Elena pinched her waist to wake her up. "I'll walk you to the door.”

Emily and Franklin ignored her and walked out. Iris quickly followed them. Emily was on the left side of Franklin, so she stood on the right side.

What's more, she also coquettishly smiled at Franklin and asked, "Mr. Brent, what do you do on weekends? We can have fun together when you are free."

"I cannot have fun with you around,” Franklin snorted.

Iris's face stiffened. She didn't Franklin to be so cute and dismissive.

He must be accosted countless times that he didn't show mercy to anyone. Iris thought to herself. This made her feel much better.

So she took a deep breath to compose herself and smiled coquettishly again, "It doesn't. We can get together more often. You and Emily, me and Lucas. We can get closer and gradually have fun together.”

"Good idea. I'll consider it," Franklin echoed.

Iris was ecstatic, "Okay, I'll make plans and make sure you have a good time."

Jason opened the door as soon as he saw Franklin and Emily walk out together.

Franklin took Emily's hand and sat in. Iris stood nearby, looking at the supercar enviously.

"See you next time, Mr. Brent," Iris said coquettishly, waving goodbye. They drove away but Iris was still standing there.

Emily saw it from the rear mirror. Iris always turned cold eyes to her and never took the initiative to say hi or goodbye to her.

Emily was unhappy and asked Franklin, "Do you like Iris?"

"Why do you ask me this? She's the wife of my nephew. I'm her uncle,” Franklin said solemnly and was very confused why Emily asked that question.

Emily said angrily, "So what? This is not rare. Do you see the way she walks to you and looks at you? It gives me goosebumps. Do you deny that?"

"Are you jealous?" Franklin's eyes brightened. He got the message. "Who's jealous? I'm not. If you really like her, you're just a superficial person,” Emily said with a cold hum.

Franklin thought for a moment and still believed that the reason why she was so angry was that she was jealous.

So he put his arm around her shoulder and promised her, "I don't like her. How could I fall in love with that kind of woman? You're thinking too much. I haven't known how she looks yet."

"But you promised to play with her,” Emily said immediately.

"That's because I think that's not a bad idea. It would be interesting to hang out with them. Don't you think so?"

How could it be interesting? She didn't want to see Iris at all, let alone Lucas. She didn't even want to see them, why would she want to hang out with them?

"Are you afraid to see Lucas?" Franklin asked.

Emily was still unhappy. She didn't want to talk to Franklin, so she just kept her head down and didn't say a word. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Franklin's face darkened. He pulled his arm back and said coldly, "Sure enough, you're still afraid to see him. You cannot forget him, right? If so, you're the superficial one.”

"It's none of your business who I care about and whether I'm superficial or not. We agreed to not interfere in each other's private life even after we get married. I don't care about your private life, and you shouldn't care about mine, either,” Emily said angrily.

He looked at her in shock and anger. He was too angry to say anything. Even Jason, who was driving, was shocked. He never expected that Emily would dare to talk to Mr. Brent like that.

He held his breath, for fear that Mr. Brent would vent his anger on him. He thought Mr. Brent would not forgive Emily easily. He might say bad words to her or even beat her to teach her a lesson.

But nothing happened. No bad words. No violence. Nothing! Nothing but silence.

Jason sped up. He wasn't relieved after seeing them getting off the car and walking into the villa.

Emily didn't come here for the first time, but it was her first time living here.

Franklin went upstairs without saying a word after getting out of the car. He ignored her and did not talk to her. He went into the bedroom quietly and closed the door.

Emily regretted what she said in the car. She just felt sad. She tried her best to be a good daughter and sister, but it didn't work. However, when Franklin arrived, her father, stepmother, and sister, all pretended to be nice, even though Franklin gave them cold shoulder.

How could she have such a family?

But Franklin still said yes to Iris even though he knew she was planning something. Moreover, he deliberately mentioned Lucas to tear her scare open.

Now Franklin left her alone in the living room and turned a blind eye to her. Emily stood there, dumbfound. She didn't where her room was. "Miss Johnson, Mr. Brent's bedroom is upstairs,” The butler couldn't help but step forward to tell her.

Emily said stubbornly, "No, I'll sleep on the couch. Could you bring me a quilt, please?”

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