You Are My Mr Wright

In the study, the sudden ringing of his phone broke the silence. Beau Wright picked up the phone and said in a deep voice, "Hello?"

No one knew what the person on the other end of the line said. Beau Wright slowly frowned and clenched his big hands between his eyebrows, feeling very helpless.

Julia lotapa was also helpless, "I know, after all, she is the head teacher and family teacher of the Sykes. Sykes is a hard nut to crack. You should go."

"Okay, mom, I see. You should have a rest..." Beau Wright answered in a low voice and hung up the phone.

Sykes Wright, who had been hiding behind the door to eavesdrop, smiled. But the next second, he quickly closed the door.

Because he saw his brother's cold eyes. It's really scary!

However, he was truly left with no choice. He didn't dare to go against his brother, so he could only take action from his mother.

***

In the police station.

Harrit Smith was not sleepy at all. She sat there and her mind was wandering.

"Harrit Smith, who is Harrit Smith?" Suddenly, a loud female's voice rang out.

She was slightly stunned. Although she was a little confused, she still answered and stood up. "It's me."

The middle-aged policewoman stared at her several times, and then muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what virtue you have accumulated in your last life to be so lucky!"

The voice was too low, so Harrit Smith didn't hear it clearly. The middle-aged policewoman had already opened the prison door and said, "You can go now."

Can I go out? Where can I go?

Being confused, she followed behind the middle-aged policewoman.

But she never thought that she would be taken to the director's office, where there were two people.

The man opposite her was obviously the director, who was wearing a police uniform. The handsome man with his back to her was wearing a black coat, who was elegant and arrogant. But why did she feel so familiar with this back?

Harrit Smith stared at his back for three seconds, and then her eyes suddenly widened. "Why?" Why? How could it be him?

"I will take her away," Beau said lightly.

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you so late. In fact, you just need to give me a call." The director's words were full of flattery.

Beau Wright put out the cigarette with his slender fingers, turned around, and walked out of the room.

Harrit Smith pursed her lips and stood there in shock. She couldn't figure out what happened!

When they brushed past each other, Beau Wright stopped, turned around, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "You're not leaving?"

"Let's go." Harrit Smith quickly raised her head and immediately replied.

Beau Wright nodded, glanced at her, and took the lead.

Harrit Smith had thought about it thousands of times, but she didn't expect that he would take her out!

Step by step closely behind him, she stared at his broad and sturdy back. She bit her lips, and her thoughts drifted away.

"Why did he come here to take me out?"

The black Land Rover was parked by the side of the road.

"Get in the car." After saying it, Beau Wright opened the passenger seat door.

In the evening, the sky suddenly changed again. A cold wind was blowing. She reached out and rubbed her frozen face. When she saw the pair of smoke-gray gloves in the bag, she quickly shouted at the tall and straight figure. "Wait a minute, Mr. Wright!"

Beau Wright didn't know how many times he stopped tonight, and there was a slight impatience between his eyebrows. "What's the matter?"

She stepped forward and handed him the gloves. "Thank you, Mr. Wright."

Beau Wright reached out his hand to take it. His eyes fell on it. The color and style were different from that of the Sykes, but it was obvious that it was hand-knitted.

His deep eyes looked at her with a playful look, and his thin lips curled slightly. "Give each man around you a pair of gloves. Is this your special hobby?"

"What?" Harrit Smith asked in confusion. She didn't understand what he meant.

Beau Wright didn't know if she was pretending or really confused, and he was not interested in continuing the previous topic. He casually put the gloves into his coat and said, "Get in the car."

She looked at his back with even more confusion. Then she went to another side and got in the car.

Harrit Smith sat down and fastened her seat belt. She quickly took out her phone and dialed Lucas Smith's number. But the next second, she frowned.

Cell phone unexpectedly at this time in arrears fee!

Feeling helpless, she forced herself to turn around and said embarrassingly, "Mr. Wright, can you lend me your cell phone? My cell phone is in arrears fee."

Hearing this, Beau Wright's expression did not change. He still looked forward, turned the steering wheel to the left, and handed over the phone with the other hand.

"Thank you!" Harrit Smith was extremely grateful. After a while, the call went through. "Lucas, where are you now?"

"I am still in Los Angeles. What's wrong?"

"Do you know that Vera Brion sold the house?"

Lucas Smith was shocked. "She sold it? When did it happen?"

Harrit Smith gritted her teeth and said, "It happened in the last two days. Our parents wrote your name on the property ownership certificate. If there was without your appearance, your ID card, and your signature, how could the house have been sold? Where are you now?"

"I'm really in Los Angeles. I'm still working now. Let's talk about it after I get off work!"

Harrit Smith tightly gripped the phone and adjusted her breathing. "Lucas Smith, is your work more important than our house?"

"The house has been sold. What else can we do?"

Taking a deep breath, Harrit Smith suppressed the raging anger. "You should get the money back!"

"Do you think it's possible to get the money back from her? It's totally out of the question

"I warn you that our mother can't stand any stimulation because of the high blood pressure. Before they come back from traveling, you must deal with this matter! Even if you pay double!"

"Dear Harrit, don't make fun of me. That house will cost $1,500,000, and double the penalty fee is $3,000,000. I'm just a worker. I leave $1,000 for myself every month and the rest is handed over to Vera Brion. I don't have a dollar in my card!"

"What do you think we should do?"

Lucas Smith answered naturally, "Harrit, you are a government functionary and the house in your school has been built. You have the housing provident fund. With your savings and our parents' savings, we can pay the down payment. As for the house, just sell it."

All of a sudden, all the blood in her body rushed to her head. Harrit Smith was so angry that her eyes were blank for a while. She completely forgot the people around her and swore at the phone. "Lucas Smith, why don't you go to hell?"

The arm on the steering wheel paused slightly, and Beau Wright turned around to look at her in surprise.

Lucas Smith's chest rose and fell up and down in anger. Her face turned red, especially her small mouth, which was even redder and sparkled. His mouth opened and closed, which was fascinating. A dark light flashed across Beau Wright's eyes, and his eyes became deeper and deeper...0000