You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 39 Every Family Has a Skeleton in the Closet

"As a teacher, you can't answer your own question..." He changed his posture casually and asked

lazily, "Mrs. Wright, don't you think you need to improve yourself ?"

Harriet Smith: "..."

Mrs.Wright ...

Mary Wright smiled faintly at the pain, but only she knew how bitter on her mind was.

Ever since she returned to the House of Wright, he hadn't even looked at her...

And the two of them actually got along so well...

After breakfast, Mary Wright said that this place was very close to the municipal government office and

insisted on hailing a taxi.

Seeing that she was so persistent, Harriet Smith didn't try to persuade her to stay. After saying

goodbye, she left.

Mary Wright was wearing a black cloak and a long dress. As she walked, her steps swayed, as

beautiful as a report.

For the first time, Harriet Smith was stunned by a woman’s almost surreal beauty.

As the car drove forward, she looked at the surrounding scenery and felt that something was wrong.

"Why did you come to my home ?"

"In a while, you will naturally understand..." However, he didn't want to say anything more. He parked

the car and then walked forward.

Although her heart was full of great doubts, she did not ask much and just followed him closely.

She lived on the third floor. He did not stop at the stairs on the third floor and went straight to the fourth

floor.

The fourth floor?

On the fourth floor, she only knew Grace George. The reason why he brought her here was to find the

culprit this time.

Suddenly, her heart began to pound. She quickened her pace and reached out to grab the corner of his

shirt. "Do you have proof?"

"What do you think, Mrs. Wright?" He asked in reply.

She fixed her eyes on him, clenched her fists, and walked forward.

The door of the room was unlocked, and it was pushed open. She walked in lightly and saw Grace

George packing up her luggage.

"Where are you going?" She stood behind Grace George and said.

The sudden voice startled Grace George. She calmed down, turned around, and pretended to be

worried.

"Why are you here? Is there anything wrong with you? Do you know that I was almost scared to death

that day?"

Looking at her, Harriet Smith slowly said, "Are you really that worried?"

"Of course!"

Grace George's answer was firm, but her eyes avoided it. She lowered her head and looked up and

down at her body.

However, when her eyes inadvertently swept across the tall figure standing outside the door, she was

in a daze as if she had been struck by lightning, and the color on her cheeks was gone.

Beau Wright didn't step into the room and just stood outside the door casually.

Grace George's reaction had already explained everything. Harriet Smith pushed her hand away and

said, "Why did you do that? Give me a reason."

Hearing this, Grace George smiled gently and said sarcastically, "If you want a reason, why don't you

find it from yourself?"

"Is it because I lied to you that time?" This was the only reason she could find out about herself.

Since it had happened, Grace George was ready to risk everything.

She nodded and did not comment. "This is just one of them, not all."

"There are all of them?" Harriet Smith took a deep breath. How much dissatisfaction she had in her

heart?

"Do you know what I hate you most? What I do is no less than what you do, and I think I'm as good as

you in both appearance and figure. But all the praise is for you, it will always be you. I can bear all

these, and the only thing I can't bear is your deception!"

Grace George sneered and sat on the sofa. "I think you are my best friend. As long as you encounter

difficulties, I will help you every time."

She could not come to school, and she helped her with her lessons. As long as she asked, she, Grace

George, had never refused.

Without a house to live in, she immediately contacted her and even asked for leave to help her tidy up

the room.

"When I was in trouble, I begged you. You were capable, but you lied to me. Harriet Smith, what are Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

you up to?"

What made her even more humiliated was that she had already seduced him, but he didn't even look at

her directly!

She stepped on her self-esteem and deliberately seduced him, but the result was so unbearable!

He was afraid that in his heart, a woman like her was like trash, but she was not as good as Harriet

Smith at all!

Harriet Smith had never known that Grace George went backstabbing against me.

"I've already told you that I didn't mean to hide it, but I really have my reasons!"

As if she had heard some funny joke, Grace George laughed out loudly. "You said that you had your

reasons for marrying the president of Tranton. Are you deliberately showing off or trying to stimulate

me?"

Hearing this, Harriet Smith said lightly.

"We've been friends for three years. I thought we knew each other well, but I didn't expect that it was

just a self-righteous joke. You can't understand my difficulties and feel ironic, so I won't explain..."

"The word 'friend' is obviously not suitable for us anymore. I only want to say one thing. I, Harriet Smith,

have a clear conscience about you, Grace George!"

It's not really appropriate to say some things directly that would change the meaning of it!

For example, her tuition fees for the last two years when she was in college, and her brother's tuition

fees...

She knew that Grace George was arrogant. If she told the truth, her self-esteem would be hurt. She

could not accept it, her mind would be even more twisted to the extreme.

Even now, there was no need to tell her.

"You have always thought that I blocked your way and made you a shadow. From today on, I will stay

away from you. You have a chance to shine, but..."

She paused for a moment, stepped forward, raised her hand, and slapped Grace George on the face.

Then, she said word by word.

"This slap is the price that you have to pay for doing those things!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she did not look at Grace George again and strode out of the room.

When they reached the third floor, Harriet Smith stopped and looked at Beau Wright. "I want to go

home."

His eyes swept over her. Her cheeks were slightly green, but her emotions were calm in her eyes,

inexplicably making people want to touch them.

"Ok..." After staring at her for a while, he answered softly and looked down at the time. "I'm going to the

company..."

"Be careful on the way. Be careful." She reminded him.

Seeing his tall figure disappear from her sight, Harriet Smith lifted her foot and walked forward.

It was Vera Brion who opened the door. Her expression immediately changed. "Why are you here?"

"This is my home. I'm not here. Where am I?" Vera Brion was applying nail polish, and the smell was

pungent and unpleasant.

After passing by her, Harriet Smith walked straight into Henry Smith's room and asked, "Dad, why did

she live here? How did you and Mom promise me then?"