After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic
Chapter 70: Forcing the Palace

Chapter 70 - 70: Forcing the Palace

Leon Hunter had evidently received the news and knew Harry Hunter would come. He just didn't expect that Harry would really bring his girlfriend this time!

The two walked into the living room side by side, and he immediately stood up, "Little Harry, is this your girlfriend?"

Harry Hunter took out the marriage certificate, his tone indifferent, "This is my wife, Isabella, call him dad."

The line was so familiar that Isabella Weaver felt a momentary sigh at the unpredictability of life, not expecting that she really had to call him dad.

She wore a poised smile on her face, "Dad!"

Leon Hunter was stunned. Although he had always been urging him to marry, Harry's attitude had always been very cold, even indifferent to the old man's survival, stubbornly refusing to marry.

And now, he's telling him that he's already registered?!

Leon Hunter seriously doubted Harry was fooling him and immediately made a call to have someone check the registry information at the civil affairs bureau.

Moments later, he hung up the phone, finally believing that the marriage certificate in front of him was real.

A smile appeared on his dignified face, "Good! Finally settled a big matter, the old man can finally be at peace!"

Harry responded coldly, "Now that the old man's at peace, he'll be able to close his eyes sooner, and you'll have the chance to swallow all the Hunter Family assets, won't you?"

Leon Hunter's smile vanished instantly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"You know better than anyone if I'm talking nonsense or not."

Harry put away the marriage certificate, cold as ice, "Today, I've just come back to tell you that I'm married. From today onwards, I'll be in charge of the company, and you can retire!"

Leon Hunter's face also turned cold, exuding an aura of authority from head to toe, and there was no longer the kindness he showed when looking at Isabella Weaver.

"That's impossible, the Hunter Family is still under my charge, your words don't count."

"The old man said long ago that as long as I got married, everything in the Hunter Family would be mine." Harry looked around the entire villa, his tone absolutely frigid, "Move out, this place is mine now."

Leon Hunter was furious!

If Isabella Weaver weren't here, he would definitely have slapped Harry!

How dare he try to drive him out?!

"I told you to get married just to fulfill your grandfather's last wish, so he wouldn't leave with regrets. It's not that you can do whatever you want and challenge me just because you're married!"

Harry turned around indifferently, "Then let's see."

He strode outside, and Isabella Weaver hurriedly followed him.

It wasn't until they were in the car, driving out of the villa area, that Harry's coldness hadn't melted away.

Isabella Weaver sighed softly. It seemed that the tension with his family was high as well, and marriage for him was really just a means to oppose his father.

"Isabella."

"Hmm?"

"Were you scared?"

"No."

Isabella shook her head. This situation was much better than hers.

She had run off, not knowing how things were at home yet. If they found out she was married, Christopher Weaver would probably have another rage storm.

She could fully understand Harry Hunter's situation and didn't try to advise him to be filial or magnanimous like others might. She said softly, "You've worked hard. If there's anything I can do to help, just tell me. I'm just afraid my strength is too small to help much."

A gentle warmth rose in Harry Hunter's heart.

Everyone thinks he's the favored child of heaven, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, growing up in an enviable environment, living an effortlessly easy life. But no one ever considers that he too could be struggling, that he too has moments of exhausting fatigue.

He suddenly grasped Isabella Weaver's hand and gave a faint smile, "You can definitely help me, don't underestimate yourself."

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