Chapter 407

Charles shrugged his hand away and said indifferently, “You’ll fulfill every request I have?”

Oscar froze and said nothing.

He had merely said it out of courtesy. Who knew what requests would Charles make, what if it was unfavorable toward them?

Aside from that, the Harris family was big. If Charles made a request, who would be the one ending up helping him? It would be too unfair of Charles to only make requests of him!

Charles’ lips curled up into a sneer. “Uncle Oscar, you don’t have to be so courteous with me. What if I ask you a favor and you turn me down, wouldn’t that be awkward for the two of us?”

Everyone was capable of using flattery and courteous means, but Charles did not find the need to do so.

Being blatantly exposed like this, Oscar’s face flared up in embarrassment. This nephew of his was really much more arrogant now that Master Harris had passed away!

“Alright, let’s not argue such little things anymore. Now that Father has passed away, what are we planning to do with his funeral?” Luna asked with a frown.

Right then, a clamor of voices sounded from the elevator.

Clearly unhappy being embarrassed in front of everyone, Oscar lost his temper and yelled at the bodyguards, “What’s the point of hiring you lot if you can’t even deal with whoever’s causing a racket! Master Harris just passed away and he can’t even go in peace!”

The commotion grew louder after his shouting.

“I think it’s Madam Jones.” From far away, Sophia caught a glimpse of a familiar figure who resembled Madam Jones.

What was the Jones family doing here when Master Harris just passed away? Not only that, there seemed to be quite a few of them too.

Charles looked over as well and furrowed his brows. He moved slightly and pushed Sophia behind him.

“Get the h*ll away from me!” Madam Jones brought her own team of bodyguards as she pushed her way through the crowd aggressively.

Mr. Jones followed beside her.

They had a group of reporters trailing behind them as well.

“What are you doing here?” Mr. Harris hurried over and held Madam Jones’ hands, just as if nobody was around them. “Master Harris just passed away just now, I don’t have time to entertain you today.”

Yvette sneered as she watched the two of them. She truly respected Mr. Jones to be able to take this so well!

“I don’t need you to entertain me, get off your high horse!” Madam Jones pushed Mr. Harris away in disgust and wiped her hands on her clothes. “I’m only here because Master Harris is now dead!”

Even being shoved aside, Mr. Harris was not angry. Instead, his eyes were filled with love and adoration as he stared at her. “Don’t lose your temper, it’s not good for your health.”

Standing aside witnessing this, Sophia found this utterly disgusting and she frowned as well.

How could Mr. Jones just watch his wife act like this with another man right in front of him?

Charles noticed her reaction from the corner of her eyes and he reached forward to adjust the coat around her. “We’re done here, let’s go home.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and turned to leave.

However, they only managed to take two steps forward when Madam Jones lunged forward to grab his arm. “Wait, you can’t leave!”

Charles lowered his head and looked at her hand on his arm, and his eyes turned cold.

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Madam Jones quickly retracted her hand.

“Do you have a tissue?” Charles turned his gaze to Sophia.

Confused as to why he needed a tissue, Sophia nodded and retrieved a packet of tissues from her purse, then handed it to him.

He frowned as he took a piece of tissue out and wiped it over where his skin had been touched by Madam Jones’ hand earlier. Then, he threw it into the bin in the corner.

He felt disgusted and dirty after being touched by such a filthy woman!

Snickers sounded from the crowd, and even some of the younger more daring ones could not help but blurt out their thoughts.

“Ha, Charles finds her too dirty!”

“I would think the same if it was me! Her children are already all grown-up yet she doesn’t know how to reel herself in! God knows how many men has she slept with in the past!”

“To think she was born from a so-called distinguished family too! How ridiculous! She’s just as shameless as her father!”

Although these people were terribly harsh, Sophia could not help but agree with them.

Leah and William were grown-ups now and at the age of starting their own families, yet Madam Jones still had the nerve to have public affairs with other men. Did she really think there was nothing wrong with her actions or was she just not bothered at all?

“That’s enough! She’s your elder, show some respect! What nonsense are you talking about?” Madam Jones was Mr. Jones’s precious pearl in the palm and he could not tolerate others talking bad about her.

The younger ones continued giggling from behind, not showing any sign of fear.

“Charles, I only touched you for a second and you have to wipe your hands with a tissue, are you trying to humiliate me?” Madam Jones’ face flared up in anger. She felt incredibly upset and at the same time, quite distraught.

She did not do anything wrong to Charles, so why was he embarrassing her?

The hatred Charles held toward her was equal to the love Mr. Harris felt for her. A look of impatience cast over his cold eyes. “What’s the matter, Aunt Lewis?”

“What is this attitude of yours?!” Madam Jones shrieked.

Charles’ lips twitched as he snorted. “What attitude do you expect? Do you want me to treat you like how my father does? I’m sorry but I can’t do it.”

He had no patience to deal with her, and so he straightaway walked away with Sophia still in his arms.

“Wait a minute!” Madam Jones wanted to grab his arm again, but worried that he would humiliate her once again by whipping out another piece of tissue, she jogged over and stopped in front of them.

Mr. Harris was extremely displeased at Charles’ attitude. “Aunt Lewis is calling you, can’t you wait for a moment and listen to what she wants to tell you? How did I raise such a rude son like you!”

Yvette’s patience had reached its limit. “Do you think Charles wants a shameless father like you either?” She sneered.

As if it was not enough that he worshipped every inch of ground she walked on, he still had the audacity to demand his son to do the same!

“Yvette, I’m not talking to you so don’t interrupt us!” Mr. Harris’ face was filled with disgust.

Slap!

Yvette slapped him right in the face.

Well, if she was not allowed to stick her two cents in, perhaps she could stick her hand in.

Mr. Harris’ hand went to his swollen cheek as rage filled his eyes. He wanted to slap Yvette back but his hand was stopped mid-air.

“Did you get my permission to lay a finger on my mother?” Charles held him by the wrist tightly and pushed him away. Still, there was no hint of emotion on his face.

Mr. Harris staggered backward and learned to the wall for support, his expression dark and sullen.

Despite his efforts to help Madam Jones, she was not appreciative at all. “You useless scum! You can’t even help with anything!”

She walked in front of Charles and pointed to her stomach. “Charles, you should know by now that your father and I slept together a while ago. I’m carrying your father’s child now so you must give me a split of your shares and money!”

Everyone was stunned when they heard what she had just said.

Sophia finally realized that she had overestimated Madam Jones all along.

Did this woman really come from a distinguished family? Mr. Harris too, how could he tolerate his wife’s doings when he was a distinguished personage himself in society? Did he not feel embarrassed standing beside her while she acted like this?

Mr. Jones felt slightly flustered as everyone stared at him.

However, he had no choice. Now that the Jones family was having financial problems, their only way was to try to get as much money possible from the Harris family!

Charles looked at Madam Jones with a jeering grin and kept quiet.

Mr. Harris gave a dry cough and said, “Charles, the baby Madam Lewis is carrying now is your younger sibling. It’s only natural for the baby to get a share of your grandfather’s inheritance.”

“Ha!” Sophia was so mad she could not help but laugh out loud. “It’s your baby, not Charles’, so why should Charles give the baby what he has?”

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 406 Got It?

How shameless were these people?