"Why hasn’t such a good kid gotten married yet? No girlfriend either?" Josephine Hawthorne grasped Harry Zachary’s hand, gently stroking it as she asked "concernedly."

The latter forced a slight curve on his lips, "No."

"Oh, what a pity, such a good kid," Josephine sighed while gently patting the back of Harry Zachary’s hand, each pat accompanied by a light stroke.

Harry Zachary awkwardly curved his lips, wanting to pull his hand away but feeling it would be impolite, so he had to let Josephine hold it.

Just as he was feeling awkward, Hannah Hargrave’s voice came down from upstairs, "Assistant Zhao, come up for a bit!"

"Auntie, the boss is calling me." Harry Zachary withdrew his hand and stood up.

"Go on, go on," Josephine smiled and urged him. Harry Zachary gave her a slight bow and walked towards the stairs. Josephine’s eyes followed him, reluctant to look away even as he reached the second floor.

"Ugh... ugh..." Henry Hargrave groaned at her, making Josephine finally withdraw her reluctant gaze, turning to Henry with a displeased scold, "What are you moaning about? Dinner is ready soon!"

In the upstairs hallway, Harry Zachary looked down at the hand Josephine had held, his raised eyes revealing a hint of significance. Suddenly clenching his fist, he let out a cold chuckle, then lifted his head and strode towards the room ahead.

The Hargrave Family’s villa was large, with several rooms upstairs. Even though it was his first visit, Harry Zachary easily found Hannah Hargrave’s room because it was the only one with an open door.

"Why are you so slow, dawdling around!" Hannah Hargrave stood in front of the full-length mirror, already having taken off her coat. She wore a collared shirt of a peony red color, and below, slim-fit pants in a coffee tone.

Harry Zachary quickly walked to her side, wrapped his long arms around her waist, brought his lips close to her ear, and asked with a smile, "What? Can’t wait any longer?"

"Stop it, my parents are still downstairs!" Hannah Hargrave turned her eyes with displeasure and scolded. Harry Zachary wasn’t angered. He still circled her and opened his mouth to lightly nibble on her earlobe, deliberately lowering his voice, asking, "If not for that, then why did you call me up?"

The earlobe is among a woman’s most sensitive areas. Hannah Hargrave shivered and gasped, her body also trembling slightly. She raised a hand to push Harry Zachary’s face, and when she spoke again, her tone was not as sharp as before.

"Did you handle the task I gave you?"

"Aren’t I doing serious work right now?" Harry Zachary’s tongue playfully teased Hannah Hargrave’s earlobe, deliberately breathing into her ear, creating a ticklish sensation. Hannah Hargrave drew her neck back, and when she spoke again, her voice sounded weaker, "Stop joking around. You know what I mean."

"Yes, I did. I sent money to his wife under the guise of being a good friend," Harry Zachary’s lips slowly moved along Hannah Hargrave’s ear and neck, stopping at intervals, his tongue playfully twirling with skill.

Hannah Hargrave compliantly tilted her neck back, her eyes gently closing as she let out a satisfied sigh, "Hmm... His wife didn’t get suspicious, right..."

"No, I was in disguise..." Harry Zachary pulled Hannah Hargrave’s shirt out from her high-waisted pants, slipping in a large hand to knead firmly. Hannah Hargrave bit her lip with a startled cry, her body soft and powerless yet still feigning refusal, "...No, we’re about to have dinner..."

"I’ll be quick..."

He bit heavily on Hannah Hargrave’s shoulder. Hearing her cry out again, Harry Zachary’s lips curled into a wicked grin.