After asking for leave, Sheryl immediately called the person involved Harry. After a busy signal, no one
answered. The mechanical woman's cold voice pierced into the eardrum.
Raising her eyebrows, she dialed his company's landline number again, but nobody answered.
All of a sudden, her face turned deathly pale. Was this man going to evade the world?
But it didn't matter. She knew his address and didn't believe he could hide for long.
She hurriedly tidied up and went downstairs. Coincidentally, she met her mother who just got up.
"Sheryl, where are you going in such a hurry?"
It was still early for her to go to work. Was something wrong with her in a hurry?
Sheryl immediately pulled a long face and said with a smile, "my friend is in trouble. I'm going to help
her. I'm leaving now."
Then she began to trot away in a hurry.
After a while, Linda shook her head and went to the kitchen.
She didn't know much about the affairs among young people.
It was unknown when Sheryl had such a good friend that could make her so anxious.
Sheryl drove towards Harry's multi story single villa. It was already eight o'clock. The sun shone brightly
into the house, and every window was covered by thick curtain.
'He must be in a bad mood. Besides, he smashed things here and there, ' she thought.
No matter whether the photos were true or not, the loss his company had suffered was real. It would
take a long time for the PR department to get them back.
The door was still open, and Sheryl pushed it in with a frown. She saw the mess all the way, which was
too horrible to look at.
People with good temper always had a lot of suspense in their hearts or no pursuit in their hearts, but
Harry must be the former.
She let out a sigh and rushed over, only relying on the anger in the bottom of her heart. But now,
somehow, she felt a little scared.
Pushing the doors one after another, she finally found the man in a room full of books. He was
emanating a cold aura all over his body.
"Crack..." Sheryl's high-heeled shoes contacted with unknown plastic objects and made a sound that
was not small.
The man threw down the things in his hand and looked up at the woman who suddenly broke in. His
voice was husky and heavy, which sounded very uncomfortable.
"What are you doing here?"
Sheryl took a step back and said with a decent smile, "Harry, calm down first. No matter how angry you
are now, it can't make up for your loss."
He was like a mad dog now, showing no trace of gentleness. She could not help frowning after looking
at him a few times.
"Can you calm down if you were me?" Suddenly, Harry looked at her with scarlet eyes, as if he had
heard something funny.
Sheryl was shocked by Harry's glare and was shocked a few times by the book.
Concealing the impatience and disgust in her eyes, she raised her head with a smile and said, "I can't,
but you have to."
He was the leader of the company and the core of the company, so he shouldn't stay here, complaining
about himself and losing his temper randomly.
She saw that the handmade suit was full of wrinkles, and his face was suddenly ferocious. Several
buttons of his shirt were torn off forcibly.
He didn't look wild at all. Instead, he looked more like a lunatic who had just escaped from a mental
hospital. He had a terrible temperament.
Taking a deep breath, Harry withdrew his sight and looked at the mess around him.
All the private secrets on the photos were true. He had many women, saying that they were having a
one night stand, and that was a way of flirting.
But as a leader, he was exposed to these ugly things, doing no good.
Raising her eyebrows, Sheryl walked into the study and saw the photos which had been washed and
printed on the table in front of the man, having recorded all of his private lives.
Sheryl's heart sank to the bottom.
There were young models and new actors who had an affair with him before. However, his company
had broken the rumors on the first day of the gossip.
But now these pictures just hit his face, swollen and ridiculous.
Sheryl picked up the photos, her hands slightly shaking. Then she looked up at the man who bowed his
head and asked, "Is it true?"
At the thought of this, she was somewhat hopeful. After all, she had known him for so long. No one
knew how dirty he was under the same coat
The woman's last hope died in the man's silence. The man, who had always been self-esteem, was not
allowed to be denied and spread rumors about himself.
But now, he kept silent. It seemed that everything was true.
She lowered her eyes to conceal her emotions, while her hands grasping the photo tightened.
"Are there any enemies of your company? Did they dig them out?"
Harry shook his head and thought, 'No. It's impossible. I have hidden all these things well and no one
else could know these things.'
Sheryl sneered and continued to look through those pictures, many of which were very old and slightly
yellowing.
The latest one was a few months ago, with the time marked below.
Sheryl shook her head and reported the time. She lowered her head and didn't know what to do. One
of the people in the picture was her boyfriend.
Maybe it was something she liked to fight for power, fighting for what Consuela loved, but now it
seemed that he was just a broken sock.
At the beginning, she really shouldn't have robbed the man. She should have let Consuela run behind
the man's ass.
Now that the news was released, it would be easy for her dear sister to do something to hurt her.
Hearing her voice, Harry was somewhat dazed. All of a sudden, he raised his hand to grab the latest
photo from her hand. Looking the lower right corner of the photo, he burst into laughter all of a sudden.
But his expression was colder than just now, which was frightening.
"Have you thought of something? Tell me, who is it?" Sheryl pretended to be curious.
'As long as we know who the poster was and force him to admit it personally, those were all made up
without any evidence.'
Hearing her voice, Harry suddenly looked up at her. The meaningful look in his eyes made Sheryl hold
her breath. "Why are you looking at me? Let alone our relationship, I don't have to behave like this
even if we are not lovers."
She rubbed her hair and smiled dry. Damn, he began to suspect her?
God knew that she was extremely depressed now!
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda