Jeremy Duff was momentarily stunned, countless thoughts churning in his mind. Who exactly is this Isabella Weaver that so many people are concerned about!
But Harry Hunter's concern was clearly different from that of others. He seemed to care deeply about Isabella Weaver!
Jeremy Duff felt like he was in trouble!
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the rolls of fat on his stomach trembling: "Young Master Hunter, Isabella Weaver...was dismissed by me..."
"Slap!"
Jeremy Duff was slapped across the face, but it wasn't Harry Hunter who did it— it was Connor.
Connor had followed Harry Hunter for many years and could accurately judge when Harry Hunter wanted to hit someone. Naturally, what he needed to do was strike on behalf of his young master, so as not to dirty the young master's hands.
Harry Hunter's gaze was unwavering, still cold: "Who told you to dismiss her?"
"Christopher Weaver!"
"And who else?"
"And your fiancée Cherry Lewis."