Chapter 109: Chapter 97: Feudal Superstitions Are Not
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Furthermore, while trying to elevate Ward Owen, he must not let himself suffer any losses. So, he needs to continue accumulating funds, so when the time comes, the copyright of all the songs Ward Owen sings must be in his own company.
So the best approach is for him to register a company and expand its business scope as much as possible. Then, let Ward Owen become a shareholder, neither b.g nor small, and let Ward’s father invest in the company and arrange for others to work for it.
Harrison Clark would provide the irreplaceable resources, while Owen’s follower would provide the duplicable resources that Harrison was lacking. That would be a perfect collaboration strategy.
After sending Ward Owen away, Harrison Clark felt relieved and continued writing songs happily.
It wasn’t long before his phone rang again, and seeing the name on the caller ID, his pen-holding fingers trembled slightly.
“What’S the matter? Why are you not sleeping at this late hour?”
“It’s only ten o’clock, not that late.”
Carrie Thomas on the other side of the phone spoke irritably.
Harrison sighed, “Oh right, I almost forgot that you used to sleep in the morning. But take this as a lesson this time. Susan Lambert’s sudden shock is due to excessive fatigue.”
“Alright, I know, I’ll take care of myself. By the way, you lost more than five million this time, right?”
Talking about this matter, Harrison felt a little pain in his heart. He hadn’t dared to check his bank account for the withdrawal message, thinking that he would be better off not seeing it.
He had worked so hard as a laborer, plagiarizing without shame, and had barely saved up a million or so after abandoning his integrity, personality, and face. Who could bear to see it halved in the blink of an eye?
“Don’t bring up what doesn’t need to be brought up. I’ve come to terms with it Money, well, you can’t take it with you when you die. I’m not upset.”
Carrie Thomas laughed heartily on the other side, “I’ll believe you if you don’t say that last sentence with a crying tone.”
“I didn’t cry!”
“Your voice trembled! I can tell!”
“Fine, let it be. Out with the old, in with the new. I’ll earn more money. I’ll plagiarize…! mean, write more songs for you, and we’ll make it back.”
“Hmm, I’ll pay you back.”
“No need, no need.”
“I will pay you back! You don’t have a say in this.”
“Uh, alright.”
“Harrison, thank you.”
“Enough, you’ve said it N times today. Go to sleep.”
“Alright.”
Phone call ended.
Harrison Clark sighed in relief.
Carrie Thomas sighed.
Some things had changed, others had not.
Carrie Thomas, although an advocate of singlehood, worked in the arts and had a heart more sensitive than most people.
How could she not notice the elusive distance Harrison Clark had maintained when evading Susan Lambert?
But strangely, she didn’t feel sad. Instead, she found it unsurprising.
She didn’t blame Harrison either.
She knew that’s just who he was.
Thump, thump, thump.
Harrison Clark was destined to be restless tonight.
Someone knocked on the door again.
Opening the door, Harrison was astonished, “Mr. Lambert, what’s the matter?”
Julia Lambert seemed a bit uneasy and subconsciously adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, “I wanted to thank you once again for saving my sister’s life. I will figure out a way to pay you back those five million you lost this time.” Harrison waved his hand, “No need, really.”
Unexpectedly, Julia Lambert also wanted to repay the money, but Harrison would be embarrassed to accept it.
Only he knew that if it weren’t for Carrie Thomas being in the car, Susan Lambert would be dead.
He wouldn’t have saved her.
He knew that his thoughts were cruel and ruthless, and he also knew that afterwards, if he saw Carrie grieving over losing a dear friend, or if he saw Susan’s family, he would feel guilt.
But when he had decided to take on the responsibility of saving humanity, he knew he would have to bear more pain and torture as well.
He believed he could bear this level of guilt.
“It’s necessary. In addition to these five million, I’ll give you another five million. However, I’ve already spent quite a bit of my family’s money studying abroad, so it may take me about a year or two to raise that amount.”
Julia Lambert insisted.
Harrison was a headache, “Please don’t.”
“I have only one extra request.”
“What is it?”
“If Mr. Harrison has no feelings for my sister, it would be better to reject her more…decisively.”
“Huh?”
“The words Susan said at the dinner table today were a bit presumptuous However, as her brother, I can see that she’s eager to match Harrison and Miss Thomas to break her own thoughts early. Good night.”
After saying that, Julia Lambert ran away.
Harrison Clark stood there, stupefied.
They say the person who knows a sister best in the world isn’t her parents but her brother.
Julia Lambert was the perfect example of this theory.
Harrison was speechless — Susan also liked me?
Absurd!
Could the impact of saving one’s life on a woman be so significant?
No, maybe my talent is what attracted her as well.
But right now, I really don’t have the interest or energy to engage in any romantic nonsense.
So, everyone, I’m sorry.
Somehow, Harrison Clark recalled the words Nora Camp said to him the day before her destruction.
No, it’s implanted. I’ve successfully conceived.”
His heart ached involuntarily, and he began to envy Nora Camp’s absolutely rational mindset.
On some level, replacing emotions with logic might have its benefits.
Harrison shrugged, went back to his room.
I can’t stop others from liking me, but I know what I should do..