One night stand with my president (chapter 231)

Chapter 231)

Chapter 231:She Doesn't Miss You

Harrison's face darkened when he heard this.

"Crawford? That sounds familiar... Crawford... Wait. Could it be that guy?" Sam suddenly looked at Harrison.

Harrison nodded and said, "Actually, l've been suspecting him for the past couple of days."

"That bar owner, right? What was his name again?" Sam asked.

"Callan Crawford," Harrison said.

"Yes, that's right," Daphne chimed in. "It was Callan. That old man told me his name back then. I remember now."

Sam's face turned grim, and he said, "So it really is him. Seriously? He's ready to kill me because of some relationship drama?"

After learning that Callan was the one behind the attack, Sam immediately understood Callan's motive.

It was all because of Joyce.

Callan liked Joyce, but Joyce liked Sam.

But Callan was going too far.

"So, you stole the guy's girlfriend?" Daphne asked, eyes wide.

"I didn't! I... I don't even know how to explain it to you," Sam said.

Sam, clearly upset, felt his wound flare up again, the pain so intense that sweat began to form on his forehead.

Daphne, still curious, turned to Harrison for answers.

"That's personal business," Harrison coldly replied. "So, I can't tell you."

Daphne wanted to hit him but decided to let it go.

She didn't dare, and she wouldn't win in a fight anyway.

Once Sam had calmed down a bit, he said, "I'm definitely going to make Callan pay for this."

"Should we let Miss Monroe know about this?"

Harrison asked.

Sam was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's not tell her. Just have Miss Hensley find a way to make sure Joyce knows that Callan's not a good person. If she finds out what happened, she'll blame herself."

If Joyce knew, she would definitely think she was the reason Sam got hurt.

But Sam knew it wasn't Joyce's fault.

He thought, "It is Callan, that twisted psychopath."

"Wait, can you tell me what you guys are even talking about? And who is Miss Monroe?" Daphne was confused.

But Harrison and Sam still didn't intend to tell her.

Frustrated, Daphne decided to take out her anger on her deadbeat father.

As she was about to leave, she remembered something and asked Harrison, "Why hasn't Miss Hensley come today? I miss her."

"She doesn't miss you," Harrison replied.

"That's impossible," Daphne said

confidently, flipping her hair. "I'm too gorgeous for her not to miss me."

Sam couldn't help but tease. "Where do you get your confidence?"

"I'm born to be confident," Daphne said with a wink.

Sam was utterly speechless.

"Harrison, mention me to Miss Hensley whenever you can, Okay? I don't want her to forget me. I'm still waiting for her to model for me," Daphne said.

"I'll try," Harrison said. "But she probably won't have time anytime soon."

"That's fine. I'm willing to wait." With that,

Daphne left.

In the study of a villa, two young men stood respectfully in front of a man in his fifties.

"Jamarion, we've noticed that Harrison's people have been looking into Callan recently."

Jamarion was dressed in a traditional suit, holding a string of beads, with perfume nearby.

Hearing the young man's words, Jamarion said, "I anticipated this. After all, he and Sam have been friends for many years."

He sighed and continued, "If I could avoid it, I wouldn't want to be enemies with Harrison, but Calian insists on..."

"What should we do now?" the other young man asked.

 "Should we take action?"

"Absolutely not," Jamarion immediately replied. "I have no desire to make enemies with the Thomson family. If you provoke Harrison, it will only lead to trouble."

"But since he's investigating Callan, he must already know that Sam's accident is connected to us. This feud might already be set in stone.

Jamarion said calmly, "Arrange for a meeting with Harrison. Tell him I'd like to invite him for a meal and hope he can honor me with his presence."

"Understood."

Just then, a servant rushed to the study.

"Mr. Green," the servant said excitedly, "Miss... Miss Daphne has returned."

Jamarion immediately stood up and left the study, heading downstairs.

Daphne was standing in the living room, looking impatient.

Jamarion came down the stairs, and upon seeing Daphne, his face lit up with a smile.

"Daphne, you finally decided to come see me," Jamarion said.

"You're mistaken," Daphne said coldly. "I didn't come here to see you."

Jamarion froze for a moment, but then smiled again, "Oh, you child, always speaking out of anger."

Jamarion wondered, "If she isn't here to see me, why else would she be here?"

"Where's your son?" Daphne asked.

Jamarion said kindly, "He's not here right

now. If you want to see him, I can call him over. You two haven't seen each other in ages. It's about time."

"Go ahead, call him. I have a question for him. What did my friend ever do to offend him?"

"Your friend?" Jamarion pondered her words for a moment and suddenly realized something. "You mean Sam?"

'"Who else?" Daphne said with a cold smile.

"What, you claim to care about me, but you don't even know that Sam is my friend?"

Jamarion looked a bit embarrassed.

In truth, he had never paid attention to Daphne's social circle.

"You're unbelievable," Daphne said. "Just because your son said so, you went after Sam. You've now managed to offend both the Juarez family and the Thomson family."

"I have my own ways of handling things,"

Jamarion replied. "Daphne, are you worried about me?"

"You're overthinking it," Daphne snapped. 

"I'm just here to warn you and your son. Stay away from my friends. I don't care what grudge he has against Sam, but if he dares lay a hand on my friends again, and if you dare help him, then we're done."

Jamarion's expression turned sour.

Honestly, in this world, no one dared to speak to him like this, except Daphne.

But this was his daughter. He could do nothing about her.

Daphne already resented him.

Jamarion didn't want their relationship to deteriorate any further.

"I understand, Daphne," Jamarion said helplessly.

"I promise I won't go after your friends again."

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Since Sam is your friend, what about Harrison?"

"He's my friend too. Why? Got a problem with that?"

"Would you be able to help me arrange a meeting with him?" Jamarion asked.

Daphne let out a derisive laugh. "Oh, now you want to smooth things over? If you're so capable, ask him yourself. I'm not helping you."

With that, Daphne turned and left.

Jamarion watched her go and let out a long sigh.