Chapter 132 You Hurt Me
Harriet asked curiously, "What is it?"
Flora told her, "The reason Mr. Savoy was willing to help me with the lawsuit is because Mr. Lancaster asked him to."
Harriet frowned, "Really?"
"Why would I lie to you? When I met with Mr. Savoy yesterday, he told me himself. He originally had unfinished work abroad, and he never takes divorce cases, but because Mr. Lancaster asked, he put aside his work overseas and came back to help me."
"Not only that, Mr. Savoy also said that it was because Mr. Lancaster helped that he was able to find solid evidence of Nash transferring assets in such a short time, which made this lawsuit such a clean win."
"What connection could I possibly have with Mr. Lancaster? It's all because of you. So Harriet, I won this lawsuit because of you, because Mr. Lancaster cares about you."
Harriet was stunned.
She had no idea that Tristan knew Finnegan, so she couldn't have asked him to get Finnegan's help - she only asked him to help Flora find a lawyer.
She never expected he would go directly to Finnegan, ensuring the lawsuit would be won.
And he never mentioned a word about it. She thought it was Flora's good character that made someone as capable as Finnegan come help her on his own.
It turned out it was all because of Tristan.
Flora smiled and patted Harriet's hand, "Harriet, don't think I'm speaking up for Mr. Lancaster just because I'm grateful to him. The person I'm most thankful to in this matter is you."
"I'm telling you this just so you know the truth. I can see clearly that Mr. Lancaster really cares about you, otherwise there would be no need for him to help me."
Harriet nodded, "I understand. Thank you for telling me this."
It wasn't that she wanted to be angry with Tristan, but he really had gone too far that day.
She had her own boundaries and couldn't just keep giving in.
But Flora's words did touch something in her.
Leaving the Coleman family, Harriet's mind was in chaos.
She hailed a cab on the street. The driver asked, "Where to?"
After thinking for a moment, Harriet said, "Cloud Bay."
Maybe she should go talk to Tristan.
"Cloud Bay?" the driver asked, "You mean that top luxury residential area, Cloud Bay?"
"Yes." Harriet responded and turned to look out the window.
Suddenly, as if she saw something, she quickly opened the car door and got out, chasing after something ahead.
This was a park. She looked around but couldn't find the figure she had just seen.
Had she been seeing things?
Harriet closed her eyes. Her already messy thoughts now felt like an even more tangled knot.
She got back in the car, "Never mind, let's go to Lakeside Gardens instead."
When Finnegan was called to Opulence Club for drinks again, he saw Tristan's face looking even gloomier than last time and asked, "You and Ms. Getty still haven't made up?"
Tristan said nothing. The answer was obvious.
"That's impossible. I specifically told Flora that I helped her because of you. She should have passed that on to Harriet by now, right?"
Tristan frowned, "Who told you to say that!"
"I saw you with that gloomy face every day and wanted you two to make up quickly. It would seem too deliberate if I went to tell Harriet myself, so I pretended to accidentally mention it to Flora."
"Women don't keep secrets from each other - she would naturally tell Harriet."
Having someone else say certain things would work better.
"Looks like Ms. Getty is really angry. She hasn't forgiven you even with this." Finnegan said with a smile, "You know, ordinary people can't get me to help them, let alone get me to make an exception and take a divorce case."
"Your contribution was so significant, yet she still hasn't come to you. Shows you really made her angry."
Tristan said nothing, just kept drinking glass after glass.
Harriet was on the balcony hanging laundry when she got the phone call.
The phone inside kept ringing. She hurried over to answer it, "Mr. Savoy, hello."
"Ms. Getty, I'm not feeling well. Could you come see me?"
"No problem. Are you at home?"
"I'm at Opulence Club."
"I'll be right there."
Harriet grabbed her medical kit and took a cab straight to Opulence Club.
She walked into the private room and saw Finnegan sitting alone on the sofa.
"Mr. Savoy, what's wrong? Let me examine you."
"Sorry, I lied to you." Finnegan pointed at the rest room door, "Tristan's in there, pretty drunk. Could you take care of him? I still have work to do and need to leave."
"Mr. Savoy, you..."
Before Harriet could finish, Finnegan had vanished without a trace.
Harriet walked into the rest room and saw Tristan lying alone on the bed with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
Harriet took out some hangover medicine from her kit and poured a glass of water. Just as she helped him up to give him the medicine, Tristan suddenly opened his eyes.
Their eyes met.
Finnegan had clearly said Tristan was very drunk, but right now Harriet couldn't see a trace of drunkenness in Tristan's eyes.
Harriet immediately let go of him and said unhappily, "You teamed up with Mr. Savoy to trick me again?"
Tristan frowned, "What?"
Harriet looked at him seriously, "If you wanted to call me here, fine, but please don't pretend to be drunk to trick me. I hate being deceived the most."
Tristan's expression darkened instantly, "Is that how terrible a person I am in your mind?"
"Aren't you?" Harriet countered with a question, "Last time you tricked me into going to the skyscraper, do you know that the moment you touched me, I wanted to die?
"Maybe you think it's fun, but I don't find it funny at all!"
"So that's the kind of person I am in your mind." Tristan sat up and said with a cold laugh, "You say you hate being deceived. Well, Harriet, what about you? Can you honestly say you have a clear conscience? Haven't you ever lied to me?"
"We're talking about your problem right now. Why are you turning this on me?" Harriet's face was tense, "Don't you realize at all what you did wrong?"
Tristan said coldly, "What did I do wrong?"
Harriet was immediately at a loss for words and nodded, "Fine, you're not wrong. I'm the one who's wrong for coming here in the middle of the night looking for trouble!"
Harriet turned to leave, but before she could take two steps, a force grabbed her arm.
The next second, she was pulled backward and crashed into Tristan's broad, solid chest.
Harriet winced in pain, rubbing her nose, and demanded angrily, "What are you doing!"
"The conversation isn't over. Where are you going!" Tristan gripped both her arms tightly, "Harriet, don't you have anything to say to me?"
About that boyfriend of hers, about that photo, that diary.
He needed her to come clean!
"You're hurting me!" Harriet's arms hurt from his grip, making her even angrier, "I have nothing to say to you. Let go!"
Tristan unconsciously loosened his grip a bit, "Are you that impatient? Can't you just talk to me properly?"
"Do you have the attitude for a proper conversation?" Harriet struggled free from his hands and pushed hard against his chest, actually managing to push him away.
She quickly stepped back two paces, creating distance between them, looking at him guardedly, "You went through all this trouble to trick me here - don't tell me you want to have sex with me again?"