Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 98

After asking for leave, Sheryl immediately called the person involved Harry. After a busy signal, no one answered. The mechanical woman's cold voice pierced into the eardrum.

Raising her eyebrows, she dialed his company's landline number again, but nobody answered.

All of a sudden, her face turned deathly pale. Was this man going to evade the world?

But it didn't matter. She knew his address and didn't believe he could hide for long.

She hurriedly tidied up and went downstairs. Coincidentally, she met her mother who just got up. "Sheryl, where are you going in such a hurry?"

It was still early for her to go to work. Was something wrong with her in a hurry?

Sheryl immediately pulled a long face and said with a smile, "my friend is in trouble. I'm going to help her. I'm leaving now."

Then she began to trot away in a hurry.

After a while, Linda shook her head and went to the kitchen.

She didn't know much about the affairs among young people.

It was unknown when Sheryl had such a good friend that could make her so anxious.

Sheryl drove towards Harry's multi story single villa. It was already eight o'clock. The sun shone brightly into the house, and every window was covered by thick curtain.

'He must be in a bad mood. Besides, he smashed things here and there, ' she thought.

No matter whether the photos were true or not, the loss his company had suffered was real. It would take a long time for the PR department to get them back.

The door was still open, and Sheryl pushed it in with a frown. She saw the mess all the way, which was too horrible to look at.

People with good temper always had a lot of suspense in their hearts or no pursuit in their hearts, but Harry must be the former.

She let out a sigh and rushed over, only relying on the anger in the bottom of her heart. But now, somehow, she felt a little scared.

Pushing the doors one after another, she finally found the man in a room full of books. He was emanating a cold aura all over his body.

"Crack..." Sheryl's high-heeled shoes contacted with unknown plastic objects and made a sound that was not small.

The man threw down the things in his hand and looked up at the woman who suddenly broke in. His voice was husky and heavy, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here?"

Sheryl took a step back and said with a decent smile, "Harry, calm down first. No matter how angry you are now, it can't make up for your loss."

He was like a mad dog now, showing no trace of gentleness. She could not help frowning after looking at him a few times.

"Can you calm down if you were me?" Suddenly, Harry looked at her with scarlet eyes, as if he had heard something funny.

Sheryl was shocked by Harry's glare and was shocked a few times by the book.

Concealing the impatience and disgust in her eyes, she raised her head with a smile and said, "I can't, but you have to."

He was the leader of the company and the core of the company, so he shouldn't stay here, complaining about himself and losing his temper randomly.

She saw that the handmade suit was full of wrinkles, and his face was suddenly ferocious. Several buttons of his shirt were torn off forcibly.