Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 80

Alan got out of the car and walk to Franklin. He greeted him in a low voice, "Hello, I just drove Miss

Johnson home."

Franklin's expression changed the moment he saw Alan. He looked serious and dark. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Emily felt his change and quickly smiled and said, "It is Alan who drives me back. I should thank him."

"Right? It seems that you have a lot of free time," Franklin snorted.

Emily noticed that Franklin was unhappy with Alan, so she quickly said to Alan, "Alan, thank you for

driving me back. Maybe you should go back now! I'm afraid that Ryan needs to go home now, and you

have to return the car to him."

Alan stood still. Maybe he didn't dare to move until Franklin told him to.

Emily frowned and suddenly felt sorry for Alan.

Quietly tugging at Franklin's sleeve, she said, "Franklin, let him go!"

Franklin finally said coldly, "get lost!"

Alan sighed out of relief, nodded at him and left immediately.

Watching Alan leaving, Emily followed Franklin into the car.

When he got home, Franklin untied his tie and took off his coat.

Emily hurriedly took it over from him and hung it up. She was pleasing him. Franklin looked at her in

surprise, and Emily immediately gave him a fawning smile.

Franklin thought about it, but he said nothing. He took off his shirt again and dragged her to the

bathroom.

"Why are you dragging me?" Emily struggled, not knowing why.

Franklin said concisely, "Take a shower."

"Ah? I do not have my clothes with me. Besides, you haven't taken the shower yet."

"So we can bathe together." Franklin dragged her into the bathroom.

He stripped out of his pants and torn off my dress.

It took an hour for them to finish the shower.

"Go to bed early if you're tired." Franklin lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, gently

speaking.

Emily leaned against him. He was sitting beside her, and she gently rubbed against him, looking very

dependent.

Franklin had wanted to read the documents for a while, but her actions made his heart soften. He

chuckled, put down the file, and lay down to hold her in his arms.

Emily was so tired that she couldn't help but close her eyes.

Her eyes were closed but she still asked, "You don't seem to like Alan very much. Why?"

Franklin was stunned and said unhappily, "Why did you mention him? That's annoying."

Emily pouted and said, "After all, you are brothers and you look so alike. Others can tell that you are

related at first sight. I've heard that he is... your father's illegitimate son. In other words, he is your

younger brother. Why do you dislike him so much? Do you look down on illegitimate children?"

Franklin said disdainfully, "Whether he is an illegitimate child or not has nothing to do with me. Don't

care about them. You should not hang out with them in the future. You are my wife and you should

keep a distance from them."

"Why?" Emily looked at him in confusion.

Franklin said, "I am the leader of the Brents and you are my wife. Shouldn't you keep yourself aloof

from others? If anyone can just take you away, drive you home, and get along with you, can you refuse

them if they ask you to do something in the future?"

She really didn't expect Franklin to have such a strong sense of classes and it seemed he looked down

on others.

Emily felt a little uncomfortable. She used to be one of those persons Franklin had just mentioned. Her

parents divorced and she was adopted by Anthony when there was no other option. Everyone looked

down on her, especially Iris, who hated her even more.

Unexpectedly, Franklin also looked down upon others inside, and it seemed that only he was the

orthodox son of the Brents who should righteously enjoy all the glory of the Brents.

"Why are you upset? I said that for your own good." Franklin could not help but emphasize when he

saw her disappointed expression.

Emily smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, they won't have anything to ask me for help. It was just an

incident today, and I won't interfere with anything in your family in the future."

After saying that, she turned her back to him and closed her eyes. In fact, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Franklin frowned, not knowing what he had said was wrong. But she was right. She was not fit to

interfere with the affairs of the Brents.

Andrew asked someone to bring Anthony to him, and Anthony trembled when he saw Andrew,

Andrew snorted coldly, "I didn't expect to see you again. I haven't even settled with you about the

previous incident."

Anthony knelt down on his knees with a plop and begged, "Mr. Sachs, I'm sorry. It was my fault last

time. I didn't do a good job. Please have mercy and forgive me once."

In fact, Anthony didn't know Andrew before. It was Anthony's boss who knew Andrew and introduced

him to Anthony.

Anthony only knew that Andrew was the son of a big family from the LA. He was ruthless and had a

political background. He did business just for fun, but many people try to flatter and please him.

When he first came to Lancaster, he wanted to find a lover, so Anthony's boss thought of Anthony's

daughter. And he introduced Andrew to Anthony and let Anthony butter him up.

But after it was over, Andrew never contacted Anthony again. According to his boss, Andrew had

something to do back in the LA and he went back. That's why Anthony didn't know that Emily and

Franklin had met.

Unexpectedly, Andrew came back and had him brought here. Anthony was naturally afraid and only

begged Andrew not to punish him.

Andrew sneered, "Forgive you? Do you know what your daughter did to me last time? She almost

crippled me. I would have settled a score with you earlier if I didn't have something to attend to back in

the LA. But it's not too late. How do you think we should deal with it?"

"Mr. Sachs, please forgive me. Please forgive me." Anthony kept apologizing.

Andrew looked at him coldly and said slowly when Anthony had redness on his forehead from

kowtowing, "It's not impossible to forgive you. I'm always reasonable. The last time you said you would

give your daughter to me, I didn't even touch her. Why don't you give her to me again and let me play

with her? I'll let bygones be bygones if you do that."

"Ah?" Anthony's eyes widened.

"Why, no?" Andrew’s face turned cold.

"Um..."

Anthony wanted to say that Emily was different now and Andrew wouldn't dare to touch her again. But

when he saw Andrew’s eyes, he didn't dare to say it, "Okay, I'll do my best. I'll do my best."