Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1032 - 1028: Sly is My Fiancé, So Stop Trying to Get Close to Him

Beatrice Hargrave was taken straight home by Nicholas Croft. The party wasn’t over yet, but she, who was supposed to be the star, left and didn’t return.

After the party ended, Henry Hargrave and his wife returned home with their daughter. They saw Beatrice sitting comfortably on the sofa watching TV, which made Josephine Hawthorne furious. After entering the hall, she sneered contemptuously, "Hmph, a girl without upbringing won’t ever be presentable."

Beatrice turned her head and looked over, "Are you talking about me?"

"Who else but you?"

Josephine shouted unpleasantly, but Henry stopped her, "Alright, stop arguing. It was an accident, Beatrice didn’t do it intentionally."

"Beatrice, where did Nicholas take you?" Hannah Hargrave walked over quickly and stood in front of Beatrice, questioning her sternly. She was still in that silver fishtail dress, perfectly matched with her beige clutch.

"Twisted my ankle, so of course we went to see a doctor," Beatrice said indifferently. She had already showered and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in cartoon pajamas, shaking her calf as she spoke.

"You’re lying, your ankle wasn’t twisted at all. It was just a trick to get Nicholas’s attention. Don’t think I don’t know!"

Beatrice was speechless by Hannah’s logic, caught between laughter and tears, "Come on, can you be reasonable? With so many people in the ballroom, how would I know Uncle Nicholas was there too!"

"If it wasn’t intentional, why did you leave with him!" Hannah continued to question, her face somewhat twisted. Beatrice spread her hands innocently, "How is that my fault? It was him who carried me away. I was about to meet some elites, and who would have thought..."

"Beatrice, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Nicholas is my boyfriend, no, fiancé, so stop making a move on him, or else, don’t blame me for being rude to you!" Hannah interrupted Beatrice in a fury, and seeing her daughter’s agitated manner, Henry threw his discarded tie onto the sofa and reprimanded impatiently, "Alright, everyone stop arguing!"

"Dad, you saw it too. She didn’t resist when Nicholas picked her up!" Hannah turned to her father, complaining aggrievedly.

Glancing at Beatrice, Henry sat down on the nearby sofa and asked seriously, "Beatrice, be honest with me, did you know Nicholas three years ago?"

"Dad, you must be joking. How would someone of my status know a high and mighty CEO?" Beatrice laughed as if she heard a joke. Henry stared intently at his younger daughter, seemingly unwilling to miss any of her reactions, continuing to ask coldly.

"Then why was he so concerned about you?"

"How would I know," Beatrice shrugged without comment.

"When he took you to the hospital for a check-up, did he say anything to you? Or did he show any signs?"

"Um..." Beatrice lifted her face, furrowed her brows, and thought seriously, "He said..."

"What did he say?" Hannah interrupted as soon as Beatrice said a couple of words, gripping her clutch tightly, her expression evidently tense.

"With your attitude, I really don’t want to tell you," Beatrice scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, treating you like a dish on a plate, putting on airs!" Josephine sneered contemptuously and sat down beside Henry.

"Beatrice, what did Nicholas say?"

Henry gave her a cold glance, then looked back at Beatrice.

Seeing the anxious faces of the family, Beatrice mischievously decided to keep them in suspense, deliberately drawing out her words, "He said..."