You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 8 What Did I Do Wrong?

Hearing this, the middle-aged man came over and looked at her. "Are you the former owner here?"

Harrit Smith immediately got the point in his words. "What do you mean of the former master?"

"That's simple. You used to be the owner of this house, but from today on, I am the owner of this

house." Said the middle-aged man.

"What are you talking about? We didn't sell this house. You must have made a mistake!"

"Miss, please look at this document..." The middle-aged man handed over the document to her.

Harrit Smith took the document. The more she read, the worse her face became.

The man handed her a transfer contract. Both had signed and one had paid for it. At the same time, At

the same time, it has been notarized and covered with a seal.

Her face turned pale, Harrit Smith knew what to say at this time was useless.

The only thing she could do now was to accept reality!

"We haven't found a place to live yet. Can you give us a few more days?"

The only way is to delay the time. If having one more day, she can think of more ways.

The middle-aged man took back the contract. "There's nothing we can do. We also don't have a place

to live now."

"One day, just one day, okay?" Harrit Smith pleaded, "We haven't moved our things in the house yet,

and it's not easy for you to move, right?"

"Even if it's not easy, you have to move house. Should we stay out at night? Miss, you don't worry

about us. You'd better think about where to deal with those things! I was just about to call you, but you

came back in time."

As she spoke, she saw a few employees of a moving company walking out and carrying the bed in her

room.

How could she find a place to put these things so suddenly?

Gritting her teeth, she begged the middle-aged man and said, "You see, I really haven't found a place.

Otherwise, can you make room for me to put things first? I promise I'll move out tomorrow, okay?"

Looking at her, the middle-aged man's thought twice, and finally said, "Well, but you must move away

tomorrow!"

"Of course!"

It was already three o'clock when she helped to sort out all the things in the room. It was time for class.

However, Harrit Smith didn't want to look at the time now. She called Vera Brion, and she was full of

anger in her heart

But the sweet female voice reminded her that no one answered. Please dial later.

She had called five times in total. Vera Brion must have deliberately refused! © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Harrit Smith's chest fluctuated violently. She gritted her teeth and typed a text message, "Are you still

busy?" "My brother just called me and said that because of the New Year, his salary and bonus for this

month were paid in advance. The money has been transferred to my account and he left me $300 to

buy a Christmas gift. The rest is for you. If you don't call back, you don't blame me for keeping it alone.

In addition, should you treat me your sister-in-law to a meal?"

After typing, she even added a smiling face behind the text message, but the joints of the hand have

turned white.

At the same time

In the room surrounded by smoke, Vera Brion was playing bridge. When she heard the sound of a text

message, she took out her mobile phone and browsed it.

Then, Vera Brion cursed in a low voice and called Harrit Smith back. She gently said, "Harriet, I just

saw your text message. Didn't you always say that you wanted to eat hot pot some time ago? Then I'll

wait for you at Baker Road. Well, I'll hang up. Hurry up..."

After hanging up the phone, left the bridge game in her hand and went to Baker Road where a new hot

pot restaurant was opened.

After waiting at the restaurant for about 20 minutes, she finally saw Harrit Smith getting out of the taxi.

Suddenly, Vera Brion stepped on her high heels and greeted with a smile Harrit Smith, "You finally

arrive."

However, the moment Harrit Smith saw Vera Brion, her eyes were full of anger.

Turning around, she raised her hand, used all her strength, and slapped Vera Brion's face fiercely!

As expected, this slap was exhausted. Vera Brion was beaten back several steps. The heels of high-

heeled shoes were crooked, and she fell to the ground.

The passers-by were stunned at first. They gathered together and watched them with relish.

Vera Brion, who didn't have any precautions, was stunned. It took a while to make sense. At this time,

she realized that Harrit Smith was deliberately seducing her.

Vera Brion cursed Harrit Smith in her heart. She stood up from the ground and covered her swollen

face with her hands. She pretended to be innocent and looked at Harrit Smith. "Harriet, what are you

doing?"

Harrit Smith looked at her coldly and wished she could give her another two slaps. She said, "Stop

pretending"

Her patience has finally reached its extreme. She could no longer endure it!

"Am I pretending? What do you mean? Why can't I understand?" Vera Brion shook her head in the

grievance.

The gazes of the passers-by all fell on Harrit Smith. They pointed at her and accused her.

But Harrit Smith didn't pay attention to anyone. All she could see was Vera Brion without any reason

and calm.

"I really don't understand. Did I do something wrong?" Vera Brion was still pretending.

Hearing this, Harrit Smith rushed forward and grabbed her hair hard. She raised her hand and slapped

her twice mercilessly. "Do you still need me to remind you of what you've done?"

She had never done anything to anyone. Vera Brion was the first one. She wanted nothing more than

to strangle her to death!

Lowering her voice, Vera Brion sneered sarcastically. Only them could hear that. "yes, I did it. Harrit

Smith, you can kill me now, or I'll make you regret it!"

Not only did she admit his mistake, but she was also so arrogant!

Harrit Smith's last trace of reason finally disappeared, and she vented the anger in her heart with cruel

hands against Vera Brion.

Without fighting back, Vera Brion just endured it, but there was a sneer at her mouth.

There were more and more pedestrians around, and even the traffic was blocked. Finally, someone

couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Call the police! If this continues, someone will die! Call the

police quickly!"

Hearing this, Vera Brion shouted, "Help! A teacher wants to hurt me! She hit people on the street!"

Hearing this, the pedestrians felt even more disgusted with Harrit Smith. As a teacher, how could she

beat others in public?

After a while, the police car stopped. Two policemen got out of the car and asked, "What's going on?"

Everyone pointed at Harrit Smith and said, "She's a teacher. How dare she hit people on the street?

The victim definitely didn't even pay it back. We can testify!"

The police stepped forward. The two of them grabbed Harrit Smith's arm and said, "Bring them back to

the Police Station! Everyone, get out of here!"

Harrit Smith had not returned to normal. She struggled and wriggled hard, shouted, "let go! let me go!"

How could the police listen to her? They take her directly to the police car, together with Vera Brion and

the witnesses.

Not far away.

In the black Land Rover, Beau Wright narrowed his eyes slightly. The scene just now had completely

fallen into his eyes.

It's not that he wanted to see it, but that the traffic has caused congestion. It's impossible to move

forward, so he can only be forced to enjoy a farce, he also witnessed the fierceness of that girl.

"Mr. Wright, are we going back to the company or the apartment now?" The traffic was finally

evacuated, and the driver breathed a sigh of relief.

"The apartment."

Beau Wright withdrew his calm eyes without any emotion.