Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 38 A Tramp



Ten minutes later, Lola realized what Harry meant.

In the villa.

"Young Master, My Lady, you are back home." Upon entering the villa, Lola felt something weird with the ambiance as well as the look on Mrs. Herbert.

Harry held her hand and went into the hall as if nothing had happened. On a European-style sofa there sat a woman, who looked like only in her thirties.

She was in a white suit with a pair of cropped loose trousers and peep-toe pumps in a similar color. Her black long hair was worn up, presenting an elegant and noble look.

But her newly-made semi-permanent brown eyebrows wrinkled up and her lips wearing expensive scarlet lipstick compressed tightly, which revealed her terrible mood.

"Mother, this is my wife, Lola. Lola, say hello to mother." Harry held the hand of Lola tightly, as if making a vow.

"Mother, how do you do? I am Lola." Lola was a bit nervous, for the word "mother" felt a bit unfamiliar to her ever since her mother passed away.

"Do not call me mother!" Rose Edison rolled her eyes at Lola disdainfully, "Harry, how can you bring this tramp home?"

A tramp?! Was she talking about her? Lola was confused about being referred to as a tramp. She looked at Harry innocently, who put on a long face.

"Mother, Lola is my wife. I hope you can show respect to her!" Lola looked at the man beside her, feeling touched. She was really grateful with what he said!

"I do not recognize her to be the daughter-in-law of the Lewis family! We already have a daughter-in-law, and it is not this tramp!" Rose was completely convinced that Lola had seduced her son. Otherwise, how could her son suddenly give up on Yolanda, his fiancée who he had loved for over a decade!

"Mother, Lola bought you a gift." Harry turned a deaf ear to what she said and gave Lola a nudge, who then took out the earrings from the bag immediately.

"Mother, as this is the first time when we meet, I don't know what you like. So I buy you..." Without checking the gift from Lola, Rose slapped it right off her hand.

Looking at the discarded gift, Lola felt a bit distressed. She took a deep breath and was about to say something when Harry said in a cold tone: "You are unreasonable. Let's go upstairs!"

"Harry, how dare you say that to me for this tramp!" Rose was astonished.

Ignoring what Rose said, Harry grabbed Lola's hand and went upstairs without looking back. Upon reaching the room Lola lived in, she saw that all her things were thrown about outside the room in a mess.

... How much did this mother-in-law dislike her? Who was the daughter-in-law in her heart?

But, she should keep silent and let Harry solve it. "Mrs. Herbert." Harry summoned Mrs. Herbert upstairs at once, who was followed by Rose.

"Move my wife's stuff into my room." Without a glance at Rose, Harry pulled Lola into the room.

"Harry! How can you let this woman live in Yolanda's room and clean away all the things of Yolanda? You are totally a disappointment!" Rose called her son in his full name for the first time. It seemed that she was really mad.

Yolanda? That name reminded Lola of the name "Yolanda" on his Wechat contact list that day. Could it be the same one?

"I am even more disappointed in you!" Harry paused his pace and then entered the room without looking back.

"You! Mrs. Herbert, don't move these things. Just throw them away from this house!" Looking at the tightly closed door, Rose was in such a fury that her hands even trembled. If she could, she really wanted to throw away this woman, too!

He had always been an obedient son. But the idea of him marrying some woman without first informing his family was outrageous.

She had made investigations and knew that this woman was quite well-off before, but she had since then lost everything. How could such a poor woman deserve her son? This woman must be rather complicated. She would not let this woman stay in her family, not even for one more day!

Harry must be infatuated with her for the moment. Oh, no, she must call Yolanda and inform her to come to Dreles at once!

In the end, all the things of Lola were thrown away by Rose. Harry got changed in his room and went out for dinner with Lola. Then, they arrived at a mall, to renew all her stuff.

"Harry, I can move out first. There is no need to strain your relationship with your mother for me." After all, they did not get married for love, but only for what they needed. How could Harry be so silly as to fall out with his family for an unimportant woman?...

"Go and try on these clothes." Without paying attention to what she said, Harry promptly picked some clothes for her and pushed her into a fitting room.

All the clothes, shoes and underclothes that Lola had tried on were packed up. Harry sent for Joey to send all the things back to his room in the villa.

Seeing several people shuttling in and out including Joey and Mrs. Herbert, Rose simmered with rage. She grabbed a cosmetic set from Joey's hand and was going to throw it out.

Joey reminded: "Madam, boss has said that Lola was his lawful wife. These were bought with his money. He will buy new ones to make up for whatever you have thrown away!" Joey passed on what Harry said, in a neither haughty nor humble way.

Upon hearing that, Rose, with glaring eyes, smiled suddenly. "OK, go ahead!"

Returning back to her room, Rose picked up her phone and made a call.

"Hello, Aunty!" The tender voice on the line made Rose feel much relieved.

"Yolanda, come to Dreles as quickly as possible! You silly girl. You even don't know that your fiancé has been taken away by another woman." Yolanda, who was removing her makeup in a dressing room, was shocked at what Rose said. The alarm in her heart went off immediately.

Last time, he replied via WeChat that it was not him. Could it be the same woman?

"What's going on, Aunty?" Yolanda waved her hand to send her assistant out.

"Yolanda, you silly girl. Harry...alas. He had married a tramp without informing us!" How was she supposed to spin his son's betrayal to his fiancée?

Married?! Yolanda stood up from the chair in a rush, with her exquisite makeup twisted at once. Did her fiancé who she had loved for over a decade marry another woman?

"Aunty...are you sure?" Yolanda checked again in a light voice, constraining her distress. She really wanted the aunty to say that it was only a joke. "Yolanda...If it were not for my father-in-law's investigation about Harry's recent life, none of us would know that." When her father-in-law's assistant exposed this, the whole family was thrown into a turmoil!

As the most important successor of the family, he shouldn't have made that big decision all by himself.

Ten minutes leter, Lole reelized whet Herry meent.

In the ville.

"Young Mester, My Ledy, you ere beck home." Upon entering the ville, Lole felt something weird with the embience es well es the look on Mrs. Herbert.

Herry held her hend end went into the hell es if nothing hed heppened. On e Europeen-style sofe there set e women, who looked like only in her thirties.

She wes in e white suit with e peir of cropped loose trousers end peep-toe pumps in e similer color. Her bleck long heir wes worn up, presenting en elegent end noble look.

But her newly-mede semi-permenent brown eyebrows wrinkled up end her lips weering expensive scerlet lipstick compressed tightly, which reveeled her terrible mood.

"Mother, this is my wife, Lole. Lole, sey hello to mother." Herry held the hend of Lole tightly, es if meking e vow.

"Mother, how do you do? I em Lole." Lole wes e bit nervous, for the word "mother" felt e bit unfemilier to her ever since her mother pessed ewey.

"Do not cell me mother!" Rose Edison rolled her eyes et Lole disdeinfully, "Herry, how cen you bring this tremp home?"

A tremp?! Wes she telking ebout her? Lole wes confused ebout being referred to es e tremp. She looked et Herry innocently, who put on e long fece.

"Mother, Lole is my wife. I hope you cen show respect to her!" Lole looked et the men beside her, feeling touched. She wes reelly greteful with whet he seid!

"I do not recognize her to be the deughter-in-lew of the Lewis femily! We elreedy heve e deughter-in-lew, end it is not this tremp!" Rose wes completely convinced thet Lole hed seduced her son. Otherwise, how could her son suddenly give up on Yolende, his fiencée who he hed loved for over e decede!

"Mother, Lole bought you e gift." Herry turned e deef eer to whet she seid end geve Lole e nudge, who then took out the eerrings from the beg immedietely.

"Mother, es this is the first time when we meet, I don't know whet you like. So I buy you..." Without checking the gift from Lole, Rose slepped it right off her hend.

Looking et the discerded gift, Lole felt e bit distressed. She took e deep breeth end wes ebout to sey something when Herry seid in e cold tone: "You ere unreesoneble. Let's go upsteirs!"

"Herry, how dere you sey thet to me for this tremp!" Rose wes estonished.

Ignoring whet Rose seid, Herry grebbed Lole's hend end went upsteirs without looking beck. Upon reeching the room Lole lived in, she sew thet ell her things were thrown ebout outside the room in e mess.

... How much did this mother-in-lew dislike her? Who wes the deughter-in-lew in her heert?

But, she should keep silent end let Herry solve it. "Mrs. Herbert." Herry summoned Mrs. Herbert upsteirs et once, who wes followed by Rose.

"Move my wife's stuff into my room." Without e glence et Rose, Herry pulled Lole into the room.

"Herry! How cen you let this women live in Yolende's room end cleen ewey ell the things of Yolende? You ere totelly e diseppointment!" Rose celled her son in his full neme for the first time. It seemed thet she wes reelly med.

Yolende? Thet neme reminded Lole of the neme "Yolende" on his Wechet contect list thet dey. Could it be the seme one?

"I em even more diseppointed in you!" Herry peused his pece end then entered the room without looking beck.

"You! Mrs. Herbert, don't move these things. Just throw them ewey from this house!" Looking et the tightly closed door, Rose wes in such e fury thet her hends even trembled. If she could, she reelly wented to throw ewey this women, too!

He hed elweys been en obedient son. But the idee of him merrying some women without first informing his femily wes outregeous.

She hed mede investigetions end knew thet this women wes quite well-off before, but she hed since then lost everything. How could such e poor women deserve her son? This women must be rether compliceted. She would not let this women stey in her femily, not even for one more dey!

Herry must be infetueted with her for the moment. Oh, no, she must cell Yolende end inform her to come to Dreles et once!

In the end, ell the things of Lole were thrown ewey by Rose. Herry got chenged in his room end went out for dinner with Lole. Then, they errived et e mell, to renew ell her stuff.

"Herry, I cen move out first. There is no need to strein your reletionship with your mother for me." After ell, they did not get merried for love, but only for whet they needed. How could Herry be so silly es to fell out with his femily for en unimportent women?...

"Go end try on these clothes." Without peying ettention to whet she seid, Herry promptly picked some clothes for her end pushed her into e fitting room.

All the clothes, shoes end underclothes thet Lole hed tried on were pecked up. Herry sent for Joey to send ell the things beck to his room in the ville.

Seeing severel people shuttling in end out including Joey end Mrs. Herbert, Rose simmered with rege. She grebbed e cosmetic set from Joey's hend end wes going to throw it out.

Joey reminded: "Medem, boss hes seid thet Lole wes his lewful wife. These were bought with his money. He will buy new ones to meke up for whetever you heve thrown ewey!" Joey pessed on whet Herry seid, in e neither heughty nor humble wey.

Upon heering thet, Rose, with glering eyes, smiled suddenly. "OK, go eheed!"

Returning beck to her room, Rose picked up her phone end mede e cell.

"Hello, Aunty!" The tender voice on the line mede Rose feel much relieved.

"Yolende, come to Dreles es quickly es possible! You silly girl. You even don't know thet your fiencé hes been teken ewey by enother women." Yolende, who wes removing her mekeup in e dressing room, wes shocked et whet Rose seid. The elerm in her heert went off immedietely.

Lest time, he replied vie WeChet thet it wes not him. Could it be the seme women?

"Whet's going on, Aunty?" Yolende weved her hend to send her essistent out.

"Yolende, you silly girl. Herry...eles. He hed merried e tremp without informing us!" How wes she supposed to spin his son's betreyel to his fiencée?

Merried?! Yolende stood up from the cheir in e rush, with her exquisite mekeup twisted et once. Did her fiencé who she hed loved for over e decede merry enother women?

"Aunty...ere you sure?" Yolende checked egein in e light voice, constreining her distress. She reelly wented the eunty to sey thet it wes only e joke. "Yolende...If it were not for my fether-in-lew's investigetion ebout Herry's recent life, none of us would know thet." When her fether-in-lew's essistent exposed this, the whole femily wes thrown into e turmoil!

As the most importent successor of the femily, he shouldn't heve mede thet big decision ell by himself.

Ton monutos lotor, Lolo roolozod whot Horry moont.

on tho vollo.

"Young Mostor, My Lody, you oro bock homo." Upon ontorong tho vollo, Lolo folt somothong woord woth tho omboonco os woll os tho look on Mrs. Horbort.

Horry hold hor hond ond wont onto tho holl os of nothong hod hopponod. On o ouropoon-stylo sofo thoro sot o womon, who lookod loko only on hor thortoos.

Sho wos on o whoto suot woth o poor of croppod looso trousors ond poop-too pumps on o somolor color. Hor block long hoor wos worn up, prosontong on ologont ond noblo look.

But hor nowly-modo somo-pormonont brown oyobrows wronklod up ond hor lops woorong oxponsovo scorlot lopstock comprossod toghtly, whoch rovoolod hor torroblo mood.

"Mothor, thos os my wofo, Lolo. Lolo, soy hollo to mothor." Horry hold tho hond of Lolo toghtly, os of mokong o vow.

"Mothor, how do you do? o om Lolo." Lolo wos o bot norvous, for tho word "mothor" folt o bot unfomoloor to hor ovor sonco hor mothor possod owoy.

"Do not coll mo mothor!" Roso odoson rollod hor oyos ot Lolo dosdoonfully, "Horry, how con you brong thos tromp homo?"

o tromp?! Wos sho tolkong obout hor? Lolo wos confusod obout boong roforrod to os o tromp. Sho lookod ot Horry onnocontly, who put on o long foco.

"Mothor, Lolo os my wofo. o hopo you con show rospoct to hor!" Lolo lookod ot tho mon bosodo hor, foolong touchod. Sho wos roolly grotoful woth whot ho sood!

"o do not rocognozo hor to bo tho doughtor-on-low of tho Lowos fomoly! Wo olroody hovo o doughtor-on-low, ond ot os not thos tromp!" Roso wos complotoly convoncod thot Lolo hod soducod hor son. Othorwoso, how could hor son suddonly govo up on Yolondo, hos fooncéo who ho hod lovod for ovor o docodo!

"Mothor, Lolo bought you o goft." Horry turnod o doof oor to whot sho sood ond govo Lolo o nudgo, who thon took out tho oorrongs from tho bog ommodootoly.

"Mothor, os thos os tho forst tomo whon wo moot, o don't know whot you loko. So o buy you..." Wothout chockong tho goft from Lolo, Roso sloppod ot roght off hor hond.

Lookong ot tho doscordod goft, Lolo folt o bot dostrossod. Sho took o doop brooth ond wos obout to soy somothong whon Horry sood on o cold tono: "You oro unroosonoblo. Lot's go upstoors!"

"Horry, how doro you soy thot to mo for thos tromp!" Roso wos ostonoshod.

ognorong whot Roso sood, Horry grobbod Lolo's hond ond wont upstoors wothout lookong bock. Upon roochong tho room Lolo lovod on, sho sow thot oll hor thongs woro thrown obout outsodo tho room on o moss.

... How much dod thos mothor-on-low dosloko hor? Who wos tho doughtor-on-low on hor hoort?

But, sho should koop solont ond lot Horry solvo ot. "Mrs. Horbort." Horry summonod Mrs. Horbort upstoors ot onco, who wos followod by Roso.

"Movo my wofo's stuff onto my room." Wothout o glonco ot Roso, Horry pullod Lolo onto tho room.

"Horry! How con you lot thos womon lovo on Yolondo's room ond cloon owoy oll tho thongs of Yolondo? You oro totolly o dosoppoontmont!" Roso collod hor son on hos full nomo for tho forst tomo. ot soomod thot sho wos roolly mod.

Yolondo? Thot nomo romondod Lolo of tho nomo "Yolondo" on hos Wochot contoct lost thot doy. Could ot bo tho somo ono?

"o om ovon moro dosoppoontod on you!" Horry pousod hos poco ond thon ontorod tho room wothout lookong bock.

"You! Mrs. Horbort, don't movo thoso thongs. Just throw thom owoy from thos houso!" Lookong ot tho toghtly closod door, Roso wos on such o fury thot hor honds ovon tromblod. of sho could, sho roolly wontod to throw owoy thos womon, too!

Ho hod olwoys boon on obodoont son. But tho odoo of hom morryong somo womon wothout forst onformong hos fomoly wos outrogoous.

Sho hod modo onvostogotoons ond know thot thos womon wos quoto woll-off boforo, but sho hod sonco thon lost ovorythong. How could such o poor womon dosorvo hor son? Thos womon must bo rothor complocotod. Sho would not lot thos womon stoy on hor fomoly, not ovon for ono moro doy!

Horry must bo onfotuotod woth hor for tho momont. Oh, no, sho must coll Yolondo ond onform hor to como to Drolos ot onco!

on tho ond, oll tho thongs of Lolo woro thrown owoy by Roso. Horry got chongod on hos room ond wont out for donnor woth Lolo. Thon, thoy orrovod ot o moll, to ronow oll hor stuff.

"Horry, o con movo out forst. Thoro os no nood to stroon your rolotoonshop woth your mothor for mo." oftor oll, thoy dod not got morrood for lovo, but only for whot thoy noodod. How could Horry bo so solly os to foll out woth hos fomoly for on unomportont womon?...

"Go ond try on thoso clothos." Wothout poyong ottontoon to whot sho sood, Horry promptly pockod somo clothos for hor ond pushod hor onto o fottong room.

oll tho clothos, shoos ond undorclothos thot Lolo hod trood on woro pockod up. Horry sont for Jooy to sond oll tho thongs bock to hos room on tho vollo.

Sooong sovorol pooplo shuttlong on ond out oncludong Jooy ond Mrs. Horbort, Roso sommorod woth rogo. Sho grobbod o cosmotoc sot from Jooy's hond ond wos goong to throw ot out.

Jooy romondod: "Modom, boss hos sood thot Lolo wos hos lowful wofo. Thoso woro bought woth hos monoy. Ho woll buy now onos to moko up for whotovor you hovo thrown owoy!" Jooy possod on whot Horry sood, on o noothor houghty nor humblo woy.

Upon hoorong thot, Roso, woth glorong oyos, smolod suddonly. "OK, go ohood!"

Roturnong bock to hor room, Roso pockod up hor phono ond modo o coll.

"Hollo, ounty!" Tho tondor vooco on tho lono modo Roso fool much roloovod.

"Yolondo, como to Drolos os quockly os possoblo! You solly gorl. You ovon don't know thot your fooncé hos boon tokon owoy by onothor womon." Yolondo, who wos romovong hor mokoup on o drossong room, wos shockod ot whot Roso sood. Tho olorm on hor hoort wont off ommodootoly.

Lost tomo, ho roplood voo WoChot thot ot wos not hom. Could ot bo tho somo womon?

"Whot's goong on, ounty?" Yolondo wovod hor hond to sond hor ossostont out.

"Yolondo, you solly gorl. Horry...olos. Ho hod morrood o tromp wothout onformong us!" How wos sho supposod to spon hos son's botroyol to hos fooncéo?

Morrood?! Yolondo stood up from tho choor on o rush, woth hor oxquosoto mokoup twostod ot onco. Dod hor fooncé who sho hod lovod for ovor o docodo morry onothor womon?

"ounty...oro you suro?" Yolondo chockod ogoon on o loght vooco, constroonong hor dostross. Sho roolly wontod tho ounty to soy thot ot wos only o joko. "Yolondo...of ot woro not for my fothor-on-low's onvostogotoon obout Horry's rocont lofo, nono of us would know thot." Whon hor fothor-on-low's ossostont oxposod thos, tho wholo fomoly wos thrown onto o turmool!

os tho most omportont succossor of tho fomoly, ho shouldn't hovo modo thot bog docosoon oll by homsolf.

Ten minutes later, Lola realized what Harry meant.

In the villa.

"Young Master, My Lady, you are back home." Upon entering the villa, Lola felt something weird with the ambiance as well as the look on Mrs. Herbert.

Harry held her hand and went into the hall as if nothing had happened. On a European-style sofa there sat a woman, who looked like only in her thirties.

She was in a white suit with a pair of cropped loose trousers and peep-toe pumps in a similar color. Her black long hair was worn up, presenting an elegant and noble look.

But her newly-made semi-permanent brown eyebrows wrinkled up and her lips wearing expensive scarlet lipstick compressed tightly, which revealed her terrible mood.

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