Hello, Mr. Brent
Chapter 41

Franklin looked at the business card and replied dryly, "We've metbefore."

Anthony was flattered and said, "Yes, at my little daughter's wedding. Ireally didn't expect Mr. Brent to remember me. I didn't have the chanceto say hi to you last time."

"There are a lot of people who want to meet me but can't have theirwishes fulfilled. You don't have to feel bad about yourself. You're Emily'sfather, then you're my father-in-law. But since you divorced my mother-in-law, and forced Emily to move out of your house, I'm sure you're notgetting along well. In that case, I shall call you Mr. Johnson."

His word embarrassed Anthony.

Elena, who's standing nearby, smiled wryly and gathered her courage tosay, "Mr. Brent, you are joking. Anthony was still Emily's father even hedivorce Abigail. He's your father-in-law."

"Who are you?" Franklin glanced at her and asked.

“I'm Anthony's wife. Though Emily was not my child, she grew up by myside. I always treated her the same way with Iris.”

"Continue to blow your trumpet,” Emily laughed coldly, stood up, andsaid sarcastically.

Elena embarrassedly smiled and said, "Am I wrong? Didn't you grow upwith me?"

"If there's nothing else, we'll leave first.” Emily was not in the mood toargue with her and said to Anthony.

"Why are you leaving? At least have dinner with us first,” Anthonysuggested

"Yes, I'm going to prepare it right away," Elena echoed.

Franklin said, "I need to go now. Maybe next time!"

He held Emily's hand and walked to the door.

Iris was still standing there blankly. Elena pinched her waist to wake herup. "I'll walk you to the door.”

Emily and Franklin ignored her and walked out. Iris quickly followedthem. Emily was on the left side of Franklin, so she stood on the rightside.

What's more, she also coquettishly smiled at Franklin and asked, "Mr.Brent, what do you do on weekends? We can have fun together whenyou are free."

"I cannot have fun with you around,” Franklin snorted.

Iris's face stiffened. She didn't Franklin to be so cute and dismissive.

He must be accosted countless times that he didn't show mercy toanyone. Iris thought to herself. This made her feel much better.

So she took a deep breath to compose herself and smiled coquettishlyagain, "It doesn't. We can get together more often. You and Emily, meand Lucas. We can get closer and gradually have fun together.”

"Good idea. I'll consider it," Franklin echoed.

Iris was ecstatic, "Okay, I'll make plans and make sure you have a goodtime."

Jason opened the door as soon as he saw Franklin and Emily walk outtogether.

Franklin took Emily's hand and sat in. Iris stood nearby, looking at thesupercar enviously.

"See you next time, Mr. Brent," Iris said coquettishly, waving goodbye.They drove away but Iris was still standing there.

Emily saw it from the rear mirror. Iris always turned cold eyes to her andnever took the initiative to say hi or goodbye to her.

Emily was unhappy and asked Franklin, "Do you like Iris?"

"Why do you ask me this? She's the wife of my nephew. I'm her uncle,”Franklin said solemnly and was very confused why Emily asked thatquestion.

Emily said angrily, "So what? This is not rare. Do you see the way shewalks to you and looks at you? It gives me goosebumps. Do you denythat?"

"Are you jealous?" Franklin's eyes brightened. He got the message."Who's jealous? I'm not. If you really like her, you're just a superficialperson,” Emily said with a cold hum.

Franklin thought for a moment and still believed that the reason whyshe was so angry was that she was jealous.

So he put his arm around her shoulder and promised her, "I don't likeher. How could I fall in love with that kind of woman? You're thinkingtoo much. I haven't known how she looks yet."

"But you promised to play with her,” Emily said immediately.

"That's because I think that's not a bad idea. It would be interesting tohang out with them. Don't you think so?"

How could it be interesting? She didn't want to see Iris at all, let aloneLucas. She didn't even want to see them, why would she want to hangout with them?

"Are you afraid to see Lucas?" Franklin asked.

Emily was still unhappy. She didn't want to talk to Franklin, so she justkept her head down and didn't say a word.

Franklin's face darkened. He pulled his arm back and said coldly, "Sureenough, you're still afraid to see him. You cannot forget him, right? Ifso, you're the superficial one.”

"It's none of your business who I care about and whether I'm superficialor not. We agreed to not interfere in each other's private life even afterwe get married. I don't care about your private life, and you shouldn'tcare about mine, either,” Emily said angrily.

He looked at her in shock and anger. He was too angry to say anything.Even Jason, who was driving, was shocked. He never expected thatEmily would dare to talk to Mr. Brent like that.

He held his breath, for fear that Mr. Brent would vent his anger on him.He thought Mr. Brent would not forgive Emily easily. He might say badwords to her or even beat her to teach her a lesson.

But nothing happened. No bad words. No violence. Nothing! Nothingbut silence.

Jason sped up. He wasn't relieved after seeing them getting off the carand walking into the villa.

Emily didn't come here for the first time, but it was her first time livinghere.

Franklin went upstairs without saying a word after getting out of thecar. He ignored her and did not talk to her. He went into the bedroomquietly and closed the door.

Emily regretted what she said in the car. She just felt sad. She tried herbest to be a good daughter and sister, but it didn't work. However,when Franklin arrived, her father, stepmother, and sister, all pretendedto be nice, even though Franklin gave them cold shoulder.

How could she have such a family?

But Franklin still said yes to Iris even though he knew she was planningsomething. Moreover, he deliberately mentioned Lucas to tear herscare open.

Now Franklin left her alone in the living room and turned a blind eye toher. Emily stood there, dumbfound. She didn't where her room was."Miss Johnson, Mr. Brent's bedroom is upstairs,” The butler couldn'thelp but step forward to tell her.

Emily said stubbornly, "No, I'll sleep on the couch. Could you bring mea quilt, please?”