Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 116 Chapter 116 Carter had been absent-minded recently, as if he had lost his soul. "Mr. Harris, should we keep going with Ms. Miller's publicity events?" his secretary asked. "Whatever, you guys handle it," Carter replied, not even bothering to look up. He couldn't care less about Emily's showbiz career anymore. "Get in touch with Hector for me. I'll go to their law firm myself this afternoon, Carter said. The secretary paused. "PrimeBridge Law Firm?" "Yeah, that's right," Carter replied. "Got it, Mr. Harris. I'll call them right away," the secretary said. 2 65 YOUchers 'Why is Mr.

Harris suddenly heading over to PrimeBridge Law Firm himself, out of the blue? Is he about to talk about some earth-shattering secret?' the secretary wondered. The secretary left the CEO's office and rushed to contact Hector at PrimeBridge Law Firm. However, Hector's assistant stated that Hector was on a business trip. "Mr. Harris, Hector's on a business trip. How about we reschedule for next Tuesday? He'll be back by then," the secretary suggested. "Tuesday won't work," Carter said, shaking his head. 'Tuesday is way too late,' Carter thought.

He had to get to PrimeBridge Law Firm right this second. He wanted to see Whitney. This was the only excuse he had to go see her without raising eyebrows. "Then get in touch with Gina. She's always at the office, right?" Carter said. "Okay," the secretary replied. The secretary bowed slightly and left the office, still looking very respectful. It was clear that Carter wasn't just serious. He was in a real hurry to see a lawyer, especially considering how he'd been treating Emily lately. The secretary could practically smell a bombshell about to drop. It had to be some major drama.

***** At PrimeBridge Law Firm, Gina was caught completely off guard. She was stunned, but honestly, kind of thrilled. The last thing she expected was Carter showing up at the office himself just to see her. "Mr. Harris, would you like coffee or tea?" Gina asked. Carter sat in the meeting room, looking around. "Anything's fine," he said, not really caring. Gina didn't want to risk making him wait, so she rushed off to brew him an Americano herself. Carter craned his neck, scanning the room for Whitney, but when he didn't see her anywhere, his brows knitted in frustration.

Just then, Gina came in with the coffee. Catching sight of Carter's tense expression, she figured he probably wasn't a fan of coffee. She tried to lighten the mood with an awkward smile. "Mr. Harris, should I make you some tea instead?" "Whatever, it's fine," Carter replied, his voice cold. But to Gina, it felt like he was blaming her for something. She carefully shut the door. "Mr. Harris, is there something legal you wanted to talk about today?" Carter let out a sharp tsk. "Why'd you close the door? Leave it open!

Doesn't this room smell weird to you?" Gina just stood there, totally speechless. She never thought he'd be so difficult to get along with. "Haha, sorry, Mr. Harris. Maybe the cleaning lady missed a spot today," Gina said with an awkward laugh. She quickly opened the meeting room door all the way. "Open it wider. That perfume of yours is so strong, it's making my eyes water," Carter said icily. Gina forced out a "Fine!" through gritted teeth. Carter sat right across from the door, tossing out a few casual questions about the contract. Gina tried her best to give detailed answers.

But Carter barely paid attention. His eyes were glued to the hallway, watching every person who walked past the office. "Mr. Harris? Mr. Harris?" Gina called out, trying to get his attention. Carter snapped back to reality. "Yeah, that was a good explanation. By the way, I'm free tonight. It is our second year working with PrimeBridge Law Firm. How about we all go out for dinner tonight? Your team, James's team, and mine."James Gina wasn't too happy about Ivan joining, but hey, Carter was doing her a solid, so she couldn't really complain. "Sure thing, Mr. Harris.

Just give me a minute, I'll get in touch with everyone right away." Gina said. "Harris Group is one of our biggest clients, so it's only right that we treat you well!" Gina added. youchers Gina hurried over to find Townsend. Since Hector was away on business, she had no choice but to bring everything to Townsend instead. ***** When Ivan heard the admin come by with the dinner notice, he just snorted in disdain. 'Like I'd ever want to sit at the same table and have dinner and drinks with that jerk, Ivan thought. But on the surface, he looked unfazed. "Yeah, got it," he replied.

He was secretly glad he'd told Whitney to go straight home after court today. At least she wouldn't have to come back and deal with this headache. Ivan glanced around the office and turned to Frank. "Frank, since Whitney's not here today and you've handled Harris Group's legal matters before, why don't you come with me to the dinner tonight?" Frank didn't hesitate. "Sure!" So when Carter showed up at the dinner he'd planned with such high hopes, the sight of Frank tagging along behind Ivan killed his mood instantly. His lips twitched.

"Ivan, is Whitney not coming tonight?" Ivan, who couldn't stand pretentious types, said, "Oh, Whitney said she's spending her anniversary with her husband tonight, so she's not coming." Everyone at the table looked genuinely surprised. "Wait, Whitney's married?" "Yeah, she is. She's just super shy about it, so she never brought it up. Her husband totally dotes on her. They're basically inseparable these days," Ivan said. Carter's stomach twisted painfully, and he knocked back his drink in one go. Ivan shot Carter a knowing grin. "Mr. Harris, you seem to be in quite the mood tonight.

Let me join you for a drink!" He was dead set on getting Carter drunk. Ivan slid right in next to Carter, leaving Gina squeezed out to the side. Townsend and Ivan flanked Carter, taking turns toasting him, while Carter, his mind a mess, just kept knocking back drink after drink, each one tasting bitter on his tongue, Before long, he was so wasted he couldn't even find his way to the bathroom. Ivan had to prop him up and help him stumble to the restroom. Carter slurred, "Whit, you're so cold..." Ivan's face instantly darkened.

'This jerk is the one who hurt Whitney, and now he's acting all pitiful? Seriously?' Ivan thought, his anger boiling over. Ivan dragged Carter over to the sink. "Mr. Harris, you're totally smashed. Let me snap you out of it." Saying that, he stuck Carter's face right under the tap, and a rush of freezing water splashed over him, making Carter gasp and shudder. "Just let the cold water hit you, you'll feel better," Ivan said. He didn't let up, holding Carter there until he was completely drenched and shivering.

Carter struggled to break free from Ivan's grip, shaking his head as his eyes finally cleared up a little. "Ivan, what's this about?" "Sorry, Mr. Harris. You kept moaning and looking miserable, so I thought some cold water might snap you out of it," Ivan said, putting on his most innocent face. Carter glanced down at himself. He was soaked to the bone, water dripping from his face, hair, and clothes. He looked absolutely pathetic. "Enough, I'm not mad at you," Carter muttered, waving Ivan off.

"Just go tell everyone I left, alright?" He staggered toward the exit, barely able to keep himself upright. Ivan watched his retreating figure with a cold smirk. 'If only that pathetic drunk would just trip and eat the floor right now,' he thought. Carter slumped against the entrance, leaning on the door as the cool night breeze helped clear his head a little. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he borrowed a phone from the valet and dialed that number burned into his memory. ***** Klein looked at Whitney, who had fallen asleep at her desk.

He gently rubbed the top of her head, feeling a bit helpless. He carefully scooped her up and carried her to the master bedroom. Her long hair spilled across the sheets, and her slightly parted red lips were just irresistibly seductive. Klein's Adam's apple bobbed as he quickly looked away. If he kept looking, he'd totally lose control. The phone started buzzing nonstop, making Klein scowl in irritation. He glanced over and finally noticed Whitney's phone sitting right next to her laptop. Klein picked it up, saw it was an unfamiliar number, and instinctively declined the call.

But the caller was relentless, stubbornly dialing again and again. Klein paused for a couple seconds, saw Whitney nearly stirred by the noise, then grabbed the phone and walked over to the door to take the call. Before he could even say hello, Carter heard a voice he knew all too well on the other end of the line. Carter's eyes were rimmed with red. Just thinking about Whitney marrying Klein made his chest feel like it was being crushed by a boulder. He could barely breathe. Fueled by alcohol, Carter dialed the number.

Before Whitney could say a word, he blurted out, his voice raw and desperate, "Whit, it's me, Carter. I miss you so much, I'm losing my mind over here. "Whit, I know I messed up before. Can we start over? Please, don't marry Klein. I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else, especially my own uncle... "Whit, I know you only married him just to spite me, didn't you?" Klein's eyes flashed coldly, his voice sharp as ice. "Carter, what the hell is wrong with you? Calling Whitney in the middle of the night, are you insane? "And seriously, since when did you get this thick-skinned?

I never realized you could be this shameless. "Spite you? As if you even deserve that much attention from me!" Pfft! Klein hung up and immediately blocked his number. Whitney groaned sleepily, rolling over on the bed. "So noisy..." Klein tiptoed over and slipped into bed beside her, gently pulling her into his arms. "Don't worry, baby. Come here, let your hubby cuddle you to sleep." I 田 AD Comment Send gift No Ads Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.