Married Contract With You, My Perfect Husband Chapter 166
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Still didn't understand and kept listening. Sasya seemed to show her fear more clearly as a result of the incident.
"The pantry was suddenly closed to people who wanted to gossip and forbade anyone to linger there until the unclear regulations were posted on the door. The three women who gossiped that day were immediately suspended from their jobs for a month. Did not receive a full month's salary and was asked to introspect themselves. Madame Cleo doesn't seem aware of this matter yet."
Cleo was extremely surprised to hear what they said. And she clearly seemed to have a hard time believing.
Did Dirga help her? But why didn't he say anything?
Quite curious and finally wanted that to ask Dirga. Dirga actually denied all of Cleo's assumptions. And stated that he wasn't the one who kept everyone shut up. And also made the sudden rule because he didn't have any right to do any of that.
The owner of the company, of course, had the freest rights. He was free to make whatever rules he wanted and punished any of his subordinates who made mistakes and reprimanded them. Dirga of course only carried out the task that was ordered.
So that was meant Harry Miles turned out to have listened to Cleo's complaints at that time in the office when she was telling Dirga all of her worries and asking him to forget everything she said on that day.
Harry apparently not only listened to whatever she said at that time but also found various solutions to help her.
Other than providing other important additional tasks for her so that Cleo was not gossiped about by others. Harry apparently had also reprimanded and even punished 3 women who made her hurt on that day.
"Mr. Harry asked me to check the CCTV footage from when you came out of his office room that day to when you walked up to the roof. Mr. Harry specifically asked me to send this data directly to him."
"So, Mr. Harry could be seen it clear that you have been standing at the door for a long time and not coming in. He believed, at that time you must be listening to their words with annoyance and silent."
"We can't predict much more about what the three women said to you when you were all inside, because the pantry room didn't have CCTV installed ( but after that incident, the pantry room and several other rooms, in particular, were immediately installed some CCTV on Harry's orders )."
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Cleo was astonished by Harry's sophistication in thinking quickly and digesting situations so accurately. She was sure that they must have replayed the video several times to read her unkind expression at the time.
So, no wonder Cleo had not heard any rumors about her after that, because everyone must have been given a stern warning from him.
So that, could it be that because of the problems that, the 'Master Harry subdued by his wife' gossip could spread?
Cleo stared at Harry for a long time.
"Actually there's something I want to tell you," she said.
"Tell it."
Cleo moistened her lips before she spoke. Harry seemed to be watching her movements with a focus that was torn between wanting to listen to her seriously or paying attention to her lips which instead looked seductive.
"I want to thank you very much." Harry glance at her reflexively.
"Thank you? For what?" he added.
"About my success in dealing with your problems at the construction site?" Harry determined the target of his services based on what he remembered.
Cleo nodded slightly.
"Yes. That too. But I thank you also for many things that I didn't know and even that I just found out. You deliberately reprimanded your employees at that time when I was bullied by them, didn't you?"
Cleo recalled how she had been so stressed by their words that she didn't want to go to the office until she left the room when she had to keep working.
Harry seemed to have just been able to understand where Cleo wanted to start her thanksgiving. So he gave a casual reply.
"I don't do a lot of things and that's all I have to do. You don't have to feel hesitated."
"But, you shouldn't have had to go that far."
"Yes. But, I did this because I think this is my responsibility and obligation. I don't demand that you need to know and respect my intentions. Then, I just hope you feel better after what I've done. And you can say right away what the flaws are if you need to. I'll listen carefully," Harry's words made Cleo so confused.
Between having a happy face, being surprised, or even not understanding the words that were so humble. Martha came from nowhere quickly to meet them. The woman didn't look well.
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She looked very angry and her anger was directed at Harry. Martha even dared to hit the table in front of Harry once without feeling afraid or embarrassed.
Afraid that Harry might beat her or even force her to go away. Or even embarrassed because enough people who saw her act like she was not an artist who was afraid of paparazzi.
Martha seemed to want to create a stir this time by creating a scandal. Harry watched the other diners uncomfortably amidst his displeasure at Martha's uninvited presence.
"Why did you have to choose that woman to replace me? She's not even an artist, a model, or anyone else. She's no match for me because I'm so much better than her. I would never be willing to have a woman like that replace me! Can't you pick a better candidate? Why is your type getting worse and worse?"
Martha felt her emotions were on the top of her head.
"I don't understand the contents of your head until the pattern of your thoughts. Do you really know what you're doing?"
Martha shouted angrily without paying attention to the gazes of others who were now starting to attract her. Harry regretted not ordering this entire restaurant privately for fear that Cleo would protest against him.
Harry looked at Martha coldly.
"Can't you calm down more a bit?" he said, half annoyed and honestly was lazy to reply.
"You should be at your capacity not to mess around everywhere. Is this how your father taught you?" Harry quipped on purpose. While Martha looked shocked.
"Why do you even bring my father's name? Do you want to threaten me with his name? If so, you've made a big mistake in building a plan. Because my dad always listens to me. He won't care of what you do to him," Martha looked triumphant when she mentioned her father's name.
Harry looked at her indifferently.
"You can't use your connections to infiltrate the model lineup that your father's company and mine will develop. I don't care what advantage you have. We choose based on what we think is good."
Martha laughed at the thought.
"Did you call that a good choice?"
Martha thought it was ridiculous.
"Do you think I don't know her background? She was just a lowly worker who worked as a small worker all this time and never had the experience to become a model or even a brand ambassador. Do you think you're joking?"
Martha felt her skills were much better than people who didn't know anything. If Harry wanted to replace her, he should have looked for a better model. But why should it be a village woman?
What was her name? Julia? Seeing her simple appearance and even her sharp and innocent eyes made Martha accidentally met her yesterday. Julia bravely glared at her although a little timidly.
Julia clearly didn't seem to accept that she was bullied by her.
"What is going on?"
Sofia arrived just in time when Martha was about to bombard Harry with a million protests. Everyone looked at Sofia.
"Grandmother? How did grandma come here?" Cleo asked with great enthusiasm.
Harry also looked at his grandmother in surprise. After Martha suddenly appeared out of nowhere and knew where he was. Now, his grandmother also found him easily without any prior notification?
Harry ignored Martha and looked at his grandmother.
"Grandma, what are you doing here?" he asked while standing up then ordered a servant to provide a seat for her. Grandma answered simply.
"Grandma just happened to want to stop by your place. But apparently, you weren't home and according to Ane, you went out for dinner with Cleo here. Grandma just wanted to catch up."
Sofia took the seat that had just been provided. Then looked at Martha with a judgmental look.
"But, what is Martha doing in this place? You, invited her?" Sofia looked at Martha didn't happy.
Where Martha should have chosen the right time and place to file her complaints and objections. And then, Sofia didn't also fully understand what the woman was fussing about. But at least she had heard the woman complain about the simple model that replaced her.
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