"Why hasn't he come back yet? Did something happen on the road?"
At this moment, Harry Zachary was lying atop Josephine Hawthorne, looking down at the woman with flushed cheeks, his lips curled into a mischievous smile, "Madam asked me to help with some work, it'll be a while before I can return."
"Work? What kind of work did my mom have you do?" Hannah Hargrave furrowed her brows in confusion, the family had hired a maid, and if something major needed doing, workers could be hired from outside.
Being with Josephine Hawthorne, Harry Zachary could clearly hear Hannah Hargrave's phone conversation, his lips curled even more mischievously, smiling as he spoke, "Hold on a second, I'll let Madam talk to you."
Having said that, he pretended to call out, "Madam, the CEO wants to speak with you."
Beneath him, Josephine Hawthorne glowered at him but had no choice but to answer the call.
In a normal tone, she laughed and asked, "Hannah, is something the matter?"
