Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 51

Jason reported to Franklin that Emily was working with Harry. Franklin frowned and demanded, "Call

Harry and ask him to see me."

"Yes," Jason nodded.

Harry happened to be nearby when Jason called him, so he rushed to Franklin's company.

He didn't expect that as soon as he entered, Franklin threw a pen container right on his face.

"Hey, Franklin, how old are you? Are you still a child? I couldn't believe you actually do such a childish

thing?" Harry frowned in pain, looked at the pen container on the ground, and said speechlessly.

Franklin snorted coldly, "You're more childish than me. I heard you went to look for Emily to buy a

house and asked her to do the renovation for you. You did it on purpose, right? You want to keep her

busy, so Ivy can find the opportunity to be with me, right?"

"There you have it. Actually, I didn't mean to hide it from you," Harry said with a smile.

"Harry, do you think that if you do this, I will be with Ivy? Are you crazy or do you think I am stupid?"

"You're not crazy, and I'm not stupid, but Franklin, do you feel happy to be with a woman who doesn't

like you at all?" Harry asked.

"How do you know she doesn't like me?"

"Will a duck swim? Who are you? You're Franklin, the richest man in Lancaster. She, as your wife, can

get anything she wants, but she wants to earn side money. What does this mean? This means that

from the beginning, she hasn't thought of being with you forever and is preparing for Plan B. She

doesn't even want to spend any of your money. I admire her independence. Actually, I didn't expect her

to say yes. She's willing to do this for a small amount of commission."

Franklin got a long face, for that was his sore point.

Obviously, nothing was wrong with him and Harry.

"Franklin, Ivy will be back the day after tomorrow. She has been waiting for you for so many years.

Can't you give her a chance? You are well-matched, and she adores you. No one is more suitable to be

your wife than she is." Harry tried to persuade him again.

"Then why don't you get married? There are a lot of women out there who like you and are from a good

family. But you still can't forget Avery," Franklin snorted coldly.

It was really difficult to force Franklin to do something he himself could not do.

"Well, I can't let go of Avery. That's why I'm willing to wait for her, but what about you? You're with a

strange woman, so why don't you leave this opportunity to Ivy?"

"I don't care if you want your sister to be a divorced woman."

"What do you mean? Do you mean that you will still divorce Emily and leave Avery a place?" Harry

shouted.

Franklin snorted coldly, "I don't need to tell you what I have planned, but stay away from Emily. I don't

want you to have anything to do with her."

"You have to talk to her about this. I don't care if she doesn't want to continue our cooperation," Harry

shrugged.

Franklin's face darkened and he was about to say something when the phone rang, and the caller ID

showed it's from Emily.

"What's up," Franklin answered with a cold face.

"Franklin, Help!" Emily cried for help.

Franklin stood up instantly and asked anxiously, "Where are you? What happened?"

"I was robbed. I am at..." She sobbed.

Before she could finish, Franklin walked out, jotting down her location and calling Jason to get the car. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Harry had no idea about what was going on. He caught up with him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Franklin stopped and said coldly, "If anything does happen to Emily, I won't let you get away with this."

Franklin had already left, leaving Harry shocked.

By the time he got to where Emily was, the police had already been there taking records.

Emily had bruises on her face and on her arm. The worst thing was that she twisted her ankle and

couldn't walk.

She was helped to sit on the curb, her hair messy and her face dirty, looking pitiful.

Franklin ran to Emily.

Seeing him coming over, Emily pursed her mouth and thought that Franklin would scold her and even

mock her. However, it didn't happen. Franklin took her in her arm and walked to his car.

"Sir, what is your relationship with this lady?" The police stopped Franklin.

Franklin said coldly, "Jason."

Jason immediately stepped up and explained it to the police.

Franklin carried Emily into the car, put her on the seat, and pinched her chin to make her face him.

Emily didn't want him to see herself in a mess, so she turned her face away to hide the bruises on her

face.

Franklin grew angry and said harshly, "Don't be willful. Let me check it."

Emily had no choice but to give up struggling. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she frowned in pain as

they flowed past her bruise.

Franklin lovingly brushed her hair away and gently touched the bruise on her face.

His sleeves were torn, revealing the bruises on her arms.

"What was going on? Who did it?" Franklin asked coldly.

Emily shook her head and sobbed, "I don't know, either. When I walked there, a man suddenly came

out from behind and grabbed my bag. I couldn't let go of him, so he hit me and pushed me down,

making me fall onto the ground."

"Next time, just let him go and give him whatever he wants. Nothing is more important than your own

life," Franklin took a deep breath to control his anger.

Emily nodded. It was still scary to think of it now. If the man had a knife, she might be stabbed. =

"No, it won't happen again. I won't let this happen to you again," Franklin paused for a moment and

lunged at Emily, holding her tightly in his arms.

He closed his eyes and opened them again with so much deepness which gave people a frightening

feeling.

Jason quickly came up, saying that he had already dealt with the police, and called someone to check

it out.

This kind of robbery might happen every day, so the probability of catching the criminal by police alone

was very low. Therefore, it would be better to find out the criminal on his own, and Jason had a lot of

means to do that.

"Go to the hospital first!" Franklin ordered.

Jason nodded and started the car to take Emily to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, she first had her wounds treated and had an X-ray.

The bruises on her face and arms were just surface wounds and not serious, so they could heal soon

as long as they were carefully treated. Fortunately, the area of the bruise on the face was not large, so

there wouldn't be a scar left if carefully attended.

The sprained ankle was a bit troublesome, and the X-ray image showed that there actually were bone

fractures. Therefore, she might need to wear a plaster for some time.