"I came to City H to hold a film festival. I heard from Uncle Lee that you were here, so I came to see
you." Harry scooped a bowl of soup for himself.
"You are happy and free." Bright was a little envious of him for being able to wander everywhere, unlike
him, who was burdened with the Lee family and HY Group. There was not a moment for him to relax.
"How can the Faulkner family compare your family? The Lee family is very big while the Faulkner
family is only so big." Harry smiled.
Bright really wanted to tear this guy's smile into pieces. "Everyone knows that the Faulkner family has
power in Kynto. You don't have to fool me here."
Although the Faulkner family was not in business, it was in politics. The Faulkner family was also very
influential in society. Family leaders originally thought he would also be in politics because this was the
field he studied after all. No one expected him to become a freelance photographer.
This made the leader of the Faulkner family anxious. He also received a lecture from his parents but
was still obsessed with photography.
His parents were both diplomats, and everyone in the family worked either in politics or in the military.
He was the only one who had nothing to do.
In the end, Harry convinced his grandpa and parents. He was the youngest in the family anyway, and
his older brothers and sisters all contributed to the Faulkner family. It did not matter much that he was
the only one who did not go into politics.
Besides, he liked photography. He was very happy that it turned into his life's pursuit and work.
His grandpa was finally persuaded, but it was under the condition that he would get married at the age
of thirty at the latest. Now that he was thirty, his grandpa urged him a few times, and he promised to get
married before his birthday.
He was just delaying it because he had not yet found the love of his life.
He did not harbour any hope for feelings and marriage. He planned on taking things as they come.
"That has nothing to do with me." Harry picked up the soup bowl and drank the soup. "This soup is very
good."
"You are fooling Grandpa Faulkner. Aren't you afraid of being caught and grounded?" Bright met his
gaze.
"There's no use in being afraid. Grandpa has arranged everything anyway. I'm just a puppet." Harry
leaned back in the chair. "Grandpa's birthday is next month. Although he said that it's going to be low-
key, you know that he has ulterior motives."
"Grandpa wants to host a blind date party for you." Bright had experienced it before, but he ended up
choosing Rose, a woman who had no connection with their social circle.
It was just that some things happen when least expected. It not only made him abandon the original
three-year agreement, but also hurt him all over.
Bright felt a headache when he thought of this. He rose up from his chair but brought red wine and
wine glasses over.
He poured half a glass of wine and handed it to Harry. He then poured one for himself and picked up
the glass. "Have a couple of drinks of me."
"Cheers." Harry picked up the wine glasses and clinked with Bright's, creating a crisp sound.
Both of them drank half a glass of red wine in one gulp, and Bright refilled their wine glasses again.
The two of them didn't eat much but drank a lot of wine.
The two sat on the sofa contentedly, and Bright felt very happy.
"Bright, you came to City H for a woman, but she gave up on you. Was it worth it?" Harry asked him.
Bright put his long legs on the coffee table in a comfortable posture. "Let me tell you a story..."
He told Harry about what happened five years ago and what happened between himself and Rose.
Harry showed a look of surprise as he listened and finally understood.
"It turned out that you were entangled with each other five years ago, and your contractual wife was
also her... Is it fate that you two are destined to meet?" Harry laughed gently. "Bright, she may be your
nemesis in this life."
Bright said, "I will definitely be there on the day of Grandpa Faulkner's birthday, and I will see who your
nemesis is."
"How will that ever be a nemesis? It just means I'll stop being single. Unlike you, who lost your virginity,
your heart, and your woman, yet you don't even know whether she likes you…" Harry smiled smugly at
Bright's misfortune. "Bright, to be honest, I look down on you a little bit. What have you been doing in
the past thirty years of your life?"
"Since you like her, you should chase after her. Even if you get a divorce, you have to make it clear.
Ask her if she likes you or her ex. If she likes you, then it's a good thing, and you can reunite with your
family. If she doesn't, then you cut your losses. You are drinking your sorrows away and guessing what
lies in her heart. People's hearts are the hardest to guess… You need to know the reason."
Bright did not reply and only indulged himself in wine.
Time was almost up, so Harry got up. "Don't drink too much and rest earlier."
"Where are you going?" Bright asked him, looking up.
"The hotel. The organizer booked it a long time ago. My team is in the hotel, and there are many things
to do." Harry patted him on the shoulder. "I won't be able to keep you company anymore."
"I'm not interested in you." Bright gave him a blank look. "Take your time. Bye."
After Harry left, Bright stayed alone in the huge and quiet living room...
It was nighttime, yet he did not have anyone to lean on.
"Mr. Lee..."
Bright felt someone calling out to him beside his ear. He rubbed his forehead and slowly opened his
eyes to see the maid's face.
"Mr. Lee, did you sleep in the living room all night?" As soon as the maid came, she saw Bright
sleeping on the sofa with empty wine bottles on the coffee table and a wine glass on the carpet. She
said, "I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup. After drinking so much wine, it probably hurts a lot now."
After speaking, the maid picked up the empty wine bottles and wine glass before going to the kitchen.
After a while, the maid brought out the hangover soup. "Mr. Lee, you'll feel better after drinking it."
Bright felt a severe headache, so he held the hangover soup to his mouth and drank it in one gulp.
But how come he felt that his head was not only painful but also hot?
Bright touched his forehead. It seemed that his body temperature was a little too high.
He went upstairs, took a shower, changed his clothes, and got ready to go to work.
The maid called out to him, "Mr. Lee, you haven't had breakfast yet."
"No need," Bright said as he fixed his cuffs.
"Mr. Lee, there's something I don't know if I should say." After hesitating for a while, the maid said, "No
matter what happens, your body is the most important."
Although Bright did not say anything, the maid still saw and knew that Bright drunk heavily because
Rose and Doris did not come home.
"I see. Thank you." Bright left the house.
Bright was not a person who liked having people care about him, but the person from who he actually
wanted to receive care was not around.
After Bright arrived at work, he devoted himself to work. He had two consecutive meetings without
breakfast, and was very angry at the meeting.
"You guys need to make changes to this thing that you made..." Bright smashed the folder on the
conference table, then pushed aside the swivel chair and got up.
As soon as Bright took a couple of steps, he felt dizzy. Before he could react, he fainted and fell to the
floor…
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