NovelEnglish"Haha." Gilbert sneered dismissively, "Caved in so soon? How on earth did the Harrisons decide to hire a deadbeat like you? Which Mr. Harrison are we talking about here?" As far as he knew, there weren't many left in the Harrison clan who could genuinely claim the title of Mr. Harrison.
Naylor Harrison was the head honcho, but his sons, only two remained, both well past their prand not much to speak of in terms of competence.
The rest were Naylor's kin, but which of them could truly stand as Mr. Harrison? Just a bunch of leeches dining on Naylor's dime.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Okay, okay, I'll tell!" The visitor didn't resist, "Mr. Gilbert, I'm here to find an opportunity to pass a message from Mr. Harrison to you..." "Out with it!" "Mr. Gilbert, Naylor wants to see you! It's urgent, Mr. Harrison prefers to keep it low-key!" What? Gilbert was momentarily taken aback. Naylor wanted to see him? For what purpose? And he wanted to keep it under wraps? Gilbert narrowed his eyes. "You're speaking the truth?" "That's the gospel truth!" The visitor nodded vehemently, "Mr. Gilbert, I might not have much up my sleeve, but if I really wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have been caught so easily, right?" He had a point.
In their line of work, you needed stricks up your sleeve to survive.
Gilbert was aware of this, which was why he had sent Charles and the others away.
He relaxed his grip and let the man go.
"Ouch." Rubbing his shoulder, the visitor grinned sheepishly, "Much obliged, Mr. Gilbert. So, about Mr. Harrison's request...?" Gilbert's gaze dropped slightly, his lips moving slightly, "Go back and tell him I won't meet him." "Mr. Gilbert..." the visitor's face fell, "How am I supposed to explain this?" "How you explain it is your problem, not mine." Gilbert glared at him, "Our family, the Johnsons, have never really mixed with the Harrisons. If Naylor is overstepping, that's a problem for the Harrisons to sort out, not me. He wants a meeting and I'm just supposed to jump? Ridiculous!" "But, Mr. Gilbert... Mr. Harrison might have something important..." "Get lost!" Gilbert's lips tightened, and he let out a cold laugh, "Refusing to leave, are you waiting for my men to deal with you?" He tilted his chin slightly, "Ever heard of Allen Abel?" "Not daring to!" The visitor was startled, quickly swallowing his fear, "I'm leaving, right now!" "Make it quick!" "Yep!" The visitor scrambled away, and Charles, along with Allen Abel, immediately appeared behind Gilbert. "Mr. Gilbert, what was that about?" Gilbert half-closed his eyes, shaking his head. He, too, was curious about what Naylor was up to.
After putting Jenna to bed, Sherilyn and Sophia started sorting through the items Gilbert had sent over. "Wow, all premium stuff." Although every household prepared for the sent days, the items Gilbert et of noticeably higher quality.
"It's just too much." Sophia worried, "There's only three of us, how could we possibly use all this?"
Sherilyn suggested, "We'll keep what we need, and the rest we can up and give away. Sophia, take sto your rel, you' "Really? Would that be alright?" "There's nothing wrong with that. It's a waste just to let it sit." "Then I won't be shy, thank you so much, Sherilyn." "You're welcome."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSherilyn thought it might be a good idea to also take sover toRebecca. With the holiday season upon them, Rebecca was alone; perhaps they could invite her over to join them. Meanwhile, Gilbert returned to the Johnson Mansion.
He made his way directly to the second floor and knocked on Francis' door.
"Big bro, you there? I'm coming in." However, there was no response for a long time.
Feeling puzzled, Gilbert pushed the door open himself, only to elf, only to find the room empty, Francis nowhere in sight. Ads by Pubfuture
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