Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

"What?"

Harriet's expression soon changed and she raised her voice, "Did you make a mistake? I took the cover photos for you and I get no pay? You even want me to make compensation for you? What the hell is this?"

"Just terminate the contract if you want, but I tell you, I will let you pay for the photos no matter what the reason is."

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Hanging up the phone, Harriet snapped her phone angrily on the table, "They are bullying me."

"What's wrong, Harriet?" Colin frowned, looking concerned. "Who bullied you?"

Harriet stared down at the bowl for a long time, suddenly picked up her coat and walked out, "Colin, you stay at home and don't wait for me for the dinner. I need to go out and deal with something." "Harriet, where are you going? It is so late right now. Let me go with you."

"No, I am okay to go on my own."

Harriet slapped the door and hailed a taxi to leave.

"Please go to the Pop Culture Group."

Her gloomy face was presented in the rear-view mirror. She turned to work as a model and hoped that Wesley would let her go, but she didn't expect him to be more aggressive. Even the magazines that she participated in shooting the cover were not allowed to be published since they were all not passed the reviewing.

The model company still asked her for compensation for the loss!

Wesley was trying to put her in desperation!

It was very late, and only the lights of the chairman's office were on in the Pop Culture building.

"Wesley, get out of here."

"Miss Clark, you can't go in." Jack was awkward to stop her at the door.

"Wesley, you are not a man as you make so much trouble for me. Do you have the gut to admit what you have done? You breached your promise!"

A cold voice came from the office, "Jack, let her in."

Jack gave Harriet a complicated look. He turned to the side and opened the door for her.

Harriet entered the office angrily. Facing the overly calm figure behind the desk, she roared, "Is it all you did? You, made the brokerage company terminate the contract with me and made me fail to get a job at the entire entertainment industry!"

"Yes, it's me."

"Why?" Harriet couldn't understand such behavior. "What benefit is it for you to push me in desperation?"

"I do not want others to touch the things I have used, even if they are thrown."

Wesley grimed and pushed a contract directly in front of her. "Signed this and take the path you should have taken."

Looking at the words "Pleasure Entertainment Artist Brokerage Contract" on the front page, Harriet looked startled, and immediately sneered, "What are you doing? Good horses don't turn back to eat the grass. If I remember correctly, it was you who proposed to end all the relationships with me and let me go, but for this I lost my kidney."

"I regretted."

Harriet was stunned.

Wesley raised his eyelids and looked at her coldly. "I am a businessman. I think this deal is not very cost-effective with a second thought."

"Not cost-effective?" Harriet couldn't believe what she heard. She slapped the table outrageously, "You made me lose my kidney! My first and last child! Could you return all those to me if I give you eight million dollars?

Wesley frowned slightly.

Her anger reached its peak, but she gradually calmed down, "I won't sign this contract. If you still have a conscience or be grateful for the past two years, I ask you to be generous and let me live a normal life. I will thank you in advance, Mr. Smith."

The office was full of silence.

After a long time, the graved voice came, "You must sign the contract."

"Please just treat that I have not been here today."

Harriet turned around and left.

She felt that it was wrong to come to him. He would not listen to any reasons. He was cruel and unsympathetic. In his eyes, she just a plaything for.

Before reaching the door, a sexy voice suddenly came from behind, "Ah...Ah"

The sound--

Harriet turned back fiercely, looking at the source of the sound in shock.

Holding a mobile phone in his hand, Wesley is playing a love-making video.

The video is almost at the first person's perspective, shooting a woman up close...

The man pointed his mobile phone towards Harriet, and tapped his finger on the table for a while, speaking lightly, "Harriet, you can leave right now, but as long as you step out of this door, these videos will be uploaded to the Internet immediately.

"Wesley, you are too much!"

She couldn't believe that Wesley even shot this kind of video!

The video was still being played, Harriet's face flushed, rushed to grab the phone. She deleted the videos crazily.

Wesley looked at her in a leisurely manner and said lightly, "Never mind, I have a lot of backups."

"What the hell do you want to do?" Harriet was furious and directly smashed the phone.

She was imposing, but the smoke in this room had passed through like a cool breeze, disappearing without a trace.

Wesley looked at her like a bird in a cage. He stretched out a slender hand and pushed the contract over, "Sign the contract."

Harriet clenched her back molars, wishing the man in front of her would be slashed.

For a long time, she held the pen and signed.

When she signed it, she realized that there was one more item at the end of the contract, which clearly had nothing to do with the brokerage contract. "What is this?"

Before she could see clearly, the contract had been taken away, and fell on Wesley's hand. He looked at the signature, showing a satisfied look. A low voice echoed in the office, "Article 128, from now on, you must accompany me with any of my trips."

"You..."

Looking at the gentle man, Harriet shivered, and her nails gripped her palm deeply but she felt no pain.

Seeing Harriet's resentful look, Wesley felt a little bit complicated, and his tone slowed down a bit, "You don't need to go to that kind of activity anymore."

Harriet sneered, "Which kind of activity? Why? Is there still one in the contract about the where do I go, and with whom do I have to hang out?"

"Come to pick the scripts at Pleasure Media at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wesley's eyes regained his coldness. "Even if you go and hang out with all those bosses, you cannot get more good roles to act when you do as I say." "What if I don't follow what you say?"

"You can try."

Harriet smiled without anger, "If I don't follow your order, even if I hang out with the bosses all year round, you still can keep me from getting a script, right?"

The air was filled with the smell of fighting.

Just as Wesley was impatient, Harriet laughed suddenly, with contempt, "As you have told me this, Mr. Smith, I'm really curious, so I have to ask you one question to make sure there is no misunderstanding." She propped her hands on the mahogany desk and hunched over her body towards him, casting a shadow on the desk. She whispered, "Are you falling in love with me?"

Harriet's voice was not loud, but it was very sultry. The slightly curled hair on the forehead fluttered gently with the breeze of her speech. His heart was touching even though the hair fell on her face. After a while, she exclaimed, and there was a sharp pain in her chin. The man's thin lips passed her cheek and slightly touched her ear, "If you are referring to your body, I admit it."

After a few seconds of stalemate, Harriet pushed him away anxiously and checked if her chine was fine. "How many women have you said this to? Does your fiancée know about it?"