Chapter 138 Seducing Men
Harriet frowned, "What does our business have to do with Griffin? Why are you dragging him into this?"
"Why am I dragging him in? Don't you know?"
"You're being completely unreasonable!" Harriet was furious. "Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!"
Anger clouded Tristan's eyes. "Finally saying what you really think? When you saw me at Flora's today, you couldn't wait to turn around and leave, right?"
"Yes!" Harriet sat up and threw a pillow at him. "Get out!"
Tristan stood still, his face dark.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Rhea's timid voice came from outside, "Mrs. Harriet Lancaster, Mrs. Haven Lancaster is calling for you."
Harriet closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down, but her chest was still heaving with anger. "I know."
Tristan turned and left.
Rhea came in. "Mrs. Lancaster, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Why did Grandma call your phone?"
"I made it up. Mrs. Haven Lancaster didn't call." Rhea said worriedly, "I heard you and Mr. Lancaster arguing, so I said that. Mrs. Lancaster, please calm down and come out for dinner."
"I'm not hungry." Harriet lay back down. "You can go. I want to be alone."
Rhea sighed and could only close the door and leave.
This weekend, Harriet was in a particularly bad mood.
Sunday at noon, right after Harriet finished lunch, Flora arrived.
"Harriet, hurry up and change and do your makeup. I heard afternoon tea starts at two o'clock, and they've got a famous international chef. You can't get this kind of food normally."
Only then did Harriet remember—today was the banquet at the skyscraper.
Harriet picked out a long dress styled like an evening gown and did her makeup properly.
Flora was amazed when she saw her. "Harriet, you're going to stun everyone when you show up!"
Harriet was a bit worried. "Am I being too flashy?"
"Your clothes and makeup are low-key enough. What's flashy is your face, but that's natural. You can't deliberately make yourself ugly, right?" Flora asked curiously, "Your parents must be really good-looking?"
"I've only seen photos of them."
Actually, Harriet's parents looked ordinary in the photos, but her appearance was exceptionally beautiful—she'd won the genetic lottery.
"Good thing I'm so much older than you. If we were the same age, I'd never dare stand next to you."
Harriet's face was so beautiful that anyone standing beside her would look ordinary.
"Flora, stop teasing me."
"Okay, it's about time. Let's go."
The banquet was being held on the 30th floor of the skyscraper.
Harriet had thought it was still early and there wouldn't be many people, but the venue was already quite crowded.
"So beautiful." Flora stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. "I heard the higher up you go, the more luxurious it gets. If it's like this here, what must the top floor be like?"
Harriet recalled that day when Tristan kept her so busy she didn't have time to look around the top floor properly.
What a shame.
After all, the chance to visit the top floor was quite rare.
"Harriet, you hold our spot. I'll go get some food."
"Okay."
As soon as Flora left, Lark appeared.
Lark wore a black backless evening gown and had even powdered her body, making her skin look smooth.
Her face was made up exquisitely, and her hair was carefully styled, making her look sexy and glamorous.
Lark sat right in front of Harriet. "Even you can get in here. Really lowers the class of this banquet."
Harriet smiled. "Looks like people here don't know you were mistaken for a prostitute and stopped at the door that day. Need me to spread the word?"
"You dare!" Lark lowered her voice in warning. "If you dare spread that around, I won't let you off!"
"If you don't want me spreading it, then get lost." Harriet suddenly realized something. "Wait, you were stopped outside that day. How did you get in today?"
Lark said disdainfully, "That security guard that day was blind. That's why he dared treat me that way."
"Today I came with Owen. Who would dare stop me? Do they have a death wish?"
Harriet nodded in agreement. "Looks like you're pretty successful at seducing men."
Lark took a sip of champagne. "Stop with your sarcasm. After Owen meets with this consortium boss tonight and they reach a deal, Harriet, you'll probably have to leave Emberfall overnight."
She'd dressed up carefully today, even more beautiful than on her wedding day, just to catch the consortium boss's eye.
Maybe she could rise up in one move and become the consortium boss's wife.
Then everyone in Emberfall would have to bow down to her!
Harriet didn't bother with her anymore and got up to leave. "Then I wish your dreams come true."
In the afternoon, mostly female guests arrived. By evening, as the banquet was about to start, the male guests began arriving one after another.
Harriet came back from the restroom and immediately spotted Finnegan surrounded by people toasting him.
Finnegan also spotted her right away.
Because when Harriet entered, quite a few men's eyes were drawn to her.
Finnegan quickly excused himself and came over to Harriet. "Ms. Getty, we meet again."
"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Savoy. Otherwise, how would I have had the chance to attend such a grand banquet?"
"You're too kind, Ms. Getty. As Mr. Jones's apprentice and Tristan's wife, you naturally have the right to attend this banquet."
Harriet smiled. "I never got to ask—are you and Tristan close?"
Finnegan didn't answer directly. "Why do you ask?"
"I think you two must be pretty close. Otherwise, you wouldn't drink together, and you wouldn't have helped him deceive me."
Finnegan looked curious. "When did I help him deceive you?"
"That day at Opulence Club, he wasn't drunk at all."
Finnegan paused. "He wasn't drunk?"
Harriet said nothing, just looked at him.
Finnegan felt uncomfortable under her gaze. "Ms. Getty, before I called you, he really had drunk quite a bit. After I helped him into the lounge, I was worried something might happen to him, so I had to call you."
Harriet frowned. "So he didn't know you called me?"
"Of course not." Finnegan suddenly understood. "You didn't think he was pretending to be drunk and had me trick you into coming, did you?"
"You're husband and wife. It's reasonable for me to call you to take care of him. No need for all these complications."
Harriet lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
"So you two have been at odds lately because of this?" Finnegan asked.
"Of course not." Harriet looked up. "I misunderstood about this. I'll apologize to him."
"I really appreciate your straightforward personality, Ms. Getty." Finnegan raised his glass. "A toast to you."
Harriet clinked glasses with him and took a sip of champagne. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.
"Mr. Savoy, excuse me."
Finnegan looked in the direction Harriet was heading and froze when he saw the man who had just walked in.