Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 56 Persuasion

Chapter 56 Persuasion

After lunch, Cora declined Byron to drive her back. She hailed a taxi and left.

Looking at her enchanting figure, Harry took out a cigarette case and handed one cigarette to Byron.

"Byron, let's go to Perpetual Daylight to relax at night. Jane will come over tonight."

After Jane and Byron got into a little quarrel because Harry didn't say hello to her last time, Harry

always felt guilty about it and wanted to make up for Jane, so he made the party tonight.

"I have something to do at night." Byron took the cigarette and lit it, then walked towards his car.

There were still a lot of problems left over from the problematic project of the Hansen Group last time.

He had to rush back to deal with them.

Harry threw his car keys to his girlfriend and let her drive back by herself. Then, he sat in Byron's

passenger seat. "What's the matter? Do you still want to have a date with Cora after dusk?"

Byron rolled down the car window to let the fresh air in and blow away the smoke.

"It's not your business." Byron held the steering wheel with one hand and looked at the road ahead.

Harry still heard the impatient in his voice.

"Yeah. It's none of my business. But so many people in the Hansen family are staring at you. They

expect you to get down from that position."

Byron was Osborn's youngest son. In the eyes of his elder brothers, he was able to inherit the Hansen

Group because of Osborn's preference. On the surface, they were all amiable. But in their hearts, they

were planning how to replace Byron and take over his position in the Hansen Group.

So, the wife Byron needed was someone like Jane, who could help him in his business. Cora was a

burden to him.

Harry had always believed that Byron chose Cora because Jane was abroad. Byron had no choice but

to find Cora as a substitute.

But today, after witnessing Byron eat the steak with added sugar, Harry was not sure who the substitute

was, so he had to remind Byron in advance.

But Byron didn't respond to him. He kept smoking.

The two were silent all the way until the car arrived at Harry's Internet celebrity company. Harry stubbed

out the cigarette butt and said, "It's fine to let Cora be your mistress, but she is not suitable to be your

wife. Byron, think about it carefully."

Byron didn't respond. He stepped on the accelerator and left.

But at night, he went to the party.

"Byron, you are here. Jane, make room for him." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

In Harry's eyes, Byron changed his mind and appeared at the party with Jane here, meaning he

listened to his words.

Jane sat aside and greeted Byron with a smile after he sat down, "Byron."

Byron slightly nodded to her and began to drink and talk with others about the business partners.

In short, the atmosphere at this party was quite harmonious.

Cora received a message from Byron: [I won't be at your home tonight.]

Cora called Sally and asked her to come to her LO apartment. She ordered two large portions of fried

chicken takeaways.

Sally came with two dozen beers.

When Cora opened the door and let her enter the house, Sally kept looking around.

"Is Mr. Pope here? Does he think I've affected his activity tonight?"

The word "activity" referred to something else.

Cora flushed instantly. "Don't talk nonsense. He won't be here tonight."

Of course, she referred to Byron.

"You have some snacks first, and I'll reheat the fried chicken."

Sally left the hospital late tonight. The fried chicken was cold.

When Cora put the fried chicken into the microwave, Sally exclaimed in her bedroom.

"Wow, Mr. Pope looks quite frugal, but his shirts and trousers are slap-up."

Actually, Sally just wanted to see if there were enough clothes for Cora's recent change. If not, she

would take her to the mall and buy some clothes on the rest day. But she didn't expect to see Carter's

clothes in the closet.

They were all private custom luxury brands, and each shirt cost at least thousands of dollars.

The dozens of shirts and trousers in the closet were like a pile of glittering gold.

But she remembered that when she caught a glimpse of Carter, the brand of his suit was not this.

"Don't look. The fried chicken is ready." Cora was worried that Sally would see the clue, so she hurried

into the bedroom and led her out.

Sally didn't overthink. She just thought it was a man's vanity at work.