Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Harry Hunter Is in Prison, Cousin Be with Me
Isabella Weaver was so shocked to see Alexander Parker in her office that she almost dropped her cup!
"Cousin, did you miss me? I feel like you’re really pleasantly surprised now, come over and give me a hug!"
"You still dare to come find me?!"
Isabella suddenly stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and rushed over wanting to hit him!
Alexander leaned his face close: "Here, hit me, any way you want."
His face was so pale it was almost transparent; his lips, once red and alluring, were now pale too. He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were sunken, and he looked terribly exhausted. Only his voice remained gentle and warm.
Isabella’s hand paused in mid-air, her emotions in turmoil, feeling that sooner or later she would be infuriated to death by him!
"Get lost!"
"Cousin sure cares about me, can’t bear to hit me."
"If I beat you to death, I’d have to go to jail!"
"Cousin looks really good in this outfit, I’ve decided to start a fashion company just to make clothes for you!"
"I don’t need it! If you don’t leave now, I’ll have the bodyguard throw you out the window!"
"Come with me, cousin, Harry Hunter is already locked up. Tsk, he killed many people, even more ruthless than me, but he’s too cunning, hiding his dark side. Truly shameless!"
"He didn’t kill anyone!"
Isabella’s voice shook with anger. Harry had already informed her in advance to prevent her from panicking. She knew that him being imprisoned was just a calculated move.
"Don’t get worked up, cousin, I’m afraid you’d be scared, so I came specially to keep you company."
As Alexander spoke, he glanced at the two people who were always by her side.
He frowned, closed his eyes, and sighed impatiently: "You two stay back; you’re so ugly, it’s really affecting my mood to chat with cousin. I thought Ella Weaver was ugly enough, didn’t expect there could be someone even uglier!"
Grace Watt was indifferent, while Cora Ginger was so furious her head was about to steam!
If Alexander weren’t so exceptionally good-looking, with an unusual aura even while sitting in a wheelchair, Cora would have surely kicked him out!
"Who are you, with such a foul mouth, wasting such a good face!"
"I’m Isabella’s cousin, no blood relationship, the kind of cousin who can marry and have kids."
Usually silent Grace suddenly spoke up: "Our Young Madam is already married to the Young Master."
"That’s why I’m taking advantage of the situation, isn’t Harry Hunter caught? He can’t use a mental illness as a get-out-of-jail-free card like me. He killed so many people, he’ll be executed in a few days, cousin come with me."
Isabella’s anger suddenly dissipated; she stared at Alexander, her mind racing: "Cora, send a message to Connor, have him get some sort of medical certificate for Harry Hunter first."
Even though Harry might not necessarily need it, a bit of preparation never hurts!
"You’re trying to save him, cousin?"
"Where’s Austin Winters?"
"Who? Didn’t he die?"
"Recently you seemed very close, what kind of schemes did you come up with for him?"
"Saying that, cousin, really makes me sad."
Alexander looked at Isabella’s fair and flawless cheeks, feeling every cell in his body open up, as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.
He really wanted to pull Isabella onto his lap, but unfortunately, he had angered her last time, and now she seemed ready to chop him into pieces at any moment, making it impossible for him to embrace her.
"Cousin, let me hug you, give you a kiss, and I’ll help you find Austin Winters, how about it?"
Isabella’s face caught the light, gritting her teeth: "So he’s indeed not dead!"