Harry Hunter's face was icy: "Are you going to call or not?"
The aura around him was terrifying, and Isabella Weaver had no choice but to compromise, lowering her stance and softening her voice: "Big brother! I..."
Harry Hunter's face instantly darkened: "You're taking advantage of me?"
Isabella Weaver was both shocked and angry, how could she be?!
Clearly, he's the one taking advantage!
Does this person even talk reasonably?
Suddenly, a third voice rang out nearby: "Little Harry, don't be so fierce. Be a bit gentler to your girlfriend, or what if you scare her away? It's no big deal if she doesn't call you!"
Isabella Weaver's gaze immediately moved to the phone in Harry Hunter's hand; it turned out he was still on a call with someone?
"Girl, I'm Harry Hunter's father. What's your name? When did you meet Little Harry?"
This voice was gentle yet had an air of age, clearly an older man.
Isabella Weaver was a bit dazed; what was going on?
Girlfriend?
Who?
Harry Hunter's father?
Who?
Harry Hunter coldly knocked on Isabella Weaver's head: "Call him Dad!"
Isabella Weaver covered the spot he had knocked, her eyes blazing with fury.
This person sure made himself clear; turns out he wanted her to call his father. She thought he had some weird fetish! No wonder he said she was taking advantage when she called him "Big Brother"!
But Isabella Weaver still couldn't bring herself to say it. She cautiously spoke to the phone: "Hello, Uncle, I'm Isabella Weaver, your son... actually, I just met him today..."
Before she could finish, her mouth was covered.
"Hmm, Dad, we just confirmed our relationship today. She's shy about calling you Dad, maybe in a few days!"
Isabella Weaver's eyes widened; who confirmed a relationship with him?
Harry Hunter finished speaking and hung up the phone, not giving the other side a chance to question further.
His hand was still on Isabella Weaver's lips; she quickly pushed him away, vigorously wiping her mouth with her sleeve, distancing herself and shrinking onto the sofa as if he were some man-eating flood beast.
"I'm giving you two choices, one: pretend to be my girlfriend and come home with me, and the car debt will be written off. Two: you can leave now and transfer a hundred thousand for the car within three days."
Harry Hunter's voice was cold, like an emotionless robot, ignoring Isabella Weaver's guard.
"I won't pretend to be your girlfriend, I have a boyfriend!"
"You don't anymore."
"Then why should I pay you a hundred thousand for him?"
Harry Hunter paused for a moment; this little girl was digging him a pit?
Isabella Weaver stood up from the sofa, holding her backpack: "I'll only pay you for the glass; you deal with the mess others made in your car. There's absolutely no way I'm paying for those two!"
She walked to a table, picked up the pen, and wrote three numbers on the note paper: "These are the phone numbers for me and the other two people. You can contact them anytime; can I leave now?"
Harry Hunter looked at her overly youthful face and mature tone, suddenly asking: "How old are you?"
Isabella Weaver didn't understand, casually throwing out an age: "Twenty-five."
Harry Hunter gently furrowed his brow, clearly not believing her words: "Your surname is Weaver; how are you related to Christopher Weaver?"
Isabella Weaver's heart was turbulent, but her face showed no expression as she coolly said: "I don't know him."
Harry Hunter stared at her face for a long while, suddenly nodding at Connor: "Let her go."
Connor received the order, immediately opened the door, smiling broadly with a slight bow: "Miss Weaver, please, welcome back anytime!"
Isabella Weaver didn't understand why Harry Hunter suddenly let her go, but she didn't hesitate, quickly walking out.
This man is dangerous; she didn't want any more contact with him.