Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Quella Radcliffe sat on the sofa, silent, while Anna Harris lay on a simple makeshift bed, receiving an IV infusion.

With Aron Jackson’s current standing, he could have the best doctor in Gonzalez City over with just a word and didn’t need to be hospitalized at all.

Even injuries like Anna Harris’s could be treated at home.

It seemed that before Julius Reed had returned, a doctor had already performed surgery on Anna Harris, and she was now receiving an IV for inflammation.

“Does it hurt?”

Julius Reed took off his coat and walked to the door to put it in the wardrobe.

But no one answered his question.

Quella Radcliffe still said nothing, staring straightforwardly at Julius Reed from the sofa; Anna Harris’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling, seemingly as if she also couldn’t hear him.

The atmosphere grew increasingly peculiar.

“Pfft!”

Quella Radcliffe couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a light laugh.

“Quella! You can still laugh? Didn’t we agree to teach him a lesson when he gets back? If we don’t discipline such a scumbag, he might as well bring women right in front of your face later!”

Seeing Quella laugh, Anna Harris spoke with some disappointment, “What should I say about you, Miss Radcliffe? My impression was that you were very assertive, but how come you’re so easy to bully now! No wonder—if I were your husband, with your temperament, I’d need to find seven mistresses!”

As her close friend, Anna Harris became angrier the more she thought about it. She sat up straight but inadvertently pulled her wound due to sudden movement.

“Ouch!”

The effect of the local anesthetic had just worn off, and the pain emerged along with it.

“Hey! Anna, be careful!”

Quella Radcliffe hurried over, gently helped Anna Harris sit up, and propped a pile of blankets behind her back so she could lean back comfortably.

“Quella, today, in front of me, you have to give him a piece of your mind! Do you not know how much of a womanizer he is in Five-river Province? It’s not enough for him to have women on each arm, he’s got to have two more sitting in his lap!”

Anna Harris clearly hadn’t calmed down, and began to recount Julius Reed’s various misdeeds in an exaggerated tone.

As she ran out of things to say, she even checked her phone to review her notes before continuing her list of accusations.

Throughout this time, Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed stayed silent, just listening to Anna Harris’s nonstop diatribe.

Suddenly, Julius Reed turned and went into the kitchen, returning with a fruit knife.

“What are you doing!”

Anna Harris was startled at the sight of the fruit knife.

She had seen Julius Reed kill someone with his own hands, in a dilapidated warehouse by the riverside, less than three hours ago.

“Quella…he…”

As Julius Reed took step by step towards her, Anna Harris was completely cowed. She quickly grabbed Quella Radcliffe’s arm, her eyes filled with fear.

“What are you afraid of? You look parched and tongue-tied after all that talking, I’ll peel you an apple.”

Julius Reed gave a faint smile, walked over to the fruit plate and picked up an apple, peeling it swiftly.

In a juggling fashion, he completely peeled the apple in just a few seconds, without even breaking the peel.

“Wow! You’ve got some skill there.”

Anna Harris took the apple but then blushed, seemingly realizing she had overreacted moments before.

“Don’t think a bribe is going to get you off the hook. Quella, I still have plenty of secrets to spill. I’ll see how he behaves in the future; if he stops messing around, I might just turn a blind eye.”

She looked at the apple in her hand, wondering, “You’re pretty good at peeling apples, huh?”

“Of course, how else could I live off a rich wife, right?”

Julius Reed joked, and then sat on the sofa, laughing as he looked at the two of them.

Anna Harris’s injury was related to him. Evidently, she was just an innocent bystander, which made him feel somewhat guilty.

Especially upon seeing the plaster on the other’s leg, there was a tinge of guilt in their heart. Although Anna Harris usually acted carefree, in moments of crisis, she showed her strength.

Other girls might have fainted from fear long ago.

“Psh!”

With a light huff, Anna Harris bit into an apple and turned to start chatting with Quella Radcliffe, “How have you been lately? Is your grandfather still as cold to you as before? If you ask me, with your ability and education, why not go somewhere else and stop putting up with the bad treatment at home?”

She sighed with pity, “You’re just so stubborn, always wanting to prove yourself. They all know what you can do, they just can’t stand you.”

Anna Harris knew all too well the wrongs Quella Radcliffe had suffered over the years. Aside from Lance Casey and Olayinka Davenport, Anna Harris was the only one Quella Radcliffe could confide in.

Though the two were an ocean apart, their friendship had remained strong all these years.

“You probably don’t know what position our Quella Radcliffe holds now in the company.”

Julius Reed said this with a chuckle.

Previously, when the Radcliffe Family oppressed Quella Radcliffe, Julius wanted to help but found no way to intervene. However, after his memory was awakened, it only took him less than a month to overthrow the power structure and push Quella Radcliffe to the chairman’s position.

Three years, those three years hadn’t been easy for Quella Radcliffe at all.

If it weren’t for Quella Radcliffe’s consideration for familial affection towards the family members, Julius would’ve loved nothing more than to kick them all out into the streets.

Given Julius’s current capabilities, making someone go bankrupt was a matter of seconds.

“Quella Radcliffe, you received a promotion?”

Upon hearing Julius Reed’s words, Anna Harris’s eyes lit up, “No way, has the old man in your family finally realized your worth and talent? Let me guess, are you the deputy general manager now?”

Anna Harris was well aware of Quella Radcliffe’s situation. Otis Radcliffe firmly held the position of general manager, an indisputable fact.

So, even if Quella Radcliffe gained recognition, the highest she could aim for was the deputy general manager.

But even that seemed impossible to Anna Harris.

If that were the case, Quella Radcliffe would have already told her.

But considering the detached house that Quella Radcliffe now lived in, Anna Harris estimated it must be worth at least ten million. Could it be that Quella Radcliffe has truly struck it rich?

Did the patriarch of the Radcliffe Family have a change of heart?

“What are you thinking about!”

Julius Reed shook his head, “How could that be possible? If it was so, would I let you guess it?”

His words made Anna Harris confused again.

And Quella Radcliffe also shook her head with a smile.

“It can’t be the position of general manager, right? My God, has Otis Radcliffe become the chairman? That’s even less likely! If he were the chairman, he would’ve sacked you long ago, not let you take over the position of general manager!”

After all her guesses were negated, Anna Harris asked with a sense of mystery, “Quella Radcliffe, you didn’t get fired, did you?”

If that were true, her dear friend would be truly unlucky.

“You’ve got to be kidding, who is Quella Radcliffe? My wife, and who am I? A man who lives off his wife.”

Leaning back on the sofa, Julius Reed joked, “With a husband like me who lives off his wife, could she maintain such a life if she wasn’t the chairman?”

“Get out of here!”

Quella Radcliffe’s face turned red at the side, feeling somewhat shy.

“My goodness, Quella Radcliffe, is it true?”

Anna Harris’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Hmm.”

Quella Radcliffe nodded and softly affirmed.

“Boss, Aron Jackson is here.”

Just then, knocking sounds came from outside the door.