Harry Hunter's tone was indifferent: "Why do you think it was me?"
"My cousin said it was you."
Harry's expression finally changed, his gaze icy: "You believe whatever he says?"
He suddenly grabbed Isabella Weaver's wrist: "Get in the car, we're going home! Unless I give you a lesson, you won't know who your husband really is!"
Isabella had never seen him so angry before. Instinctively, she felt he was dangerous and struggled, refusing to go.
Harry directly picked her up and stuffed her into the car, then sat in the driver's seat with a cold expression and sped off like a rocket.
Isabella watched the scenery on the street quickly fade into a blur, her face turning a bit pale: "You're driving too fast!"
Was he out of his mind?
Isabella assumed that in his fit of rage he wouldn't heed her protest, but unexpectedly, he actually slowed down the car.
