Chapter 265: Chapter 197: Wishing You a Lifetime of
Happiness Together_3
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Fatso sure had some reliable intel.
Harrison Clark’s eyebrows twitched, not knowing how much gossip Fatso had heard.
Being an honest person, he calmly replied, “Not much, she did me a big favor, so I wrote her a song in return.”
“That’s all?” Fatso clearly didn’t believe him.
Furious, Harrison snapped, “Bullshit! What else could it be?”
“But I heard that after having dinner with Lucia, you stayed in Homey Rose for almost three hours, leaving close to midnight. After you left, nearly half an hour later, Lucia also came out of Homey Rose, wiping her tears as she walked to her car.”
Harrison’s mouth hung open, his jaw almost dropping to the floor, “Your intelligence network is a bit scary.”
“No, didn’t you notice? Right opposite Homey Rose, there’s a surveillance camera. The incident with Lucia backing you up yesterday became quite a stir in our circle, so I got curious and asked a friend to take a look.”
Harrison:
“But I can assure you very seriously. Nothing happened between us.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely true, I swear. If there’s a single lie, let an alien strike me dead.”
Harrison swore venomously.
Fatso believed him, “Well, it’s hard to say… I trust you, Master. It’s just Carrie… whatever, I don’t know how to put it. You’re too outstanding, Master. It’s unavoidable.”
Harrison didn’t care, “As long as you believe me, my conscience is clear.”
Ward Owen turned his face away, “Hmm, by the way, I had someone delete that surveillance footage this morning.”
Harrison gave him a thumbs up, “Nice job, very smart. I’ll definitely produce thirty-two albums for you in my lifetime.”
Having a well-connected fool as an apprentice was quite worry-free.
Harrison pondered for a while and decided to assign another task to Fatso, who often traveled for work and attended variety shows.
“I’ll give you a task later.”
“What task?”
“I’ll give you ten small safes one by one. You will choose some target locations and bury them at least ten meters underground. Be precise about the burying spots. There’s no rush; just get the boxes from my office every time you have to visit a different city. Remember to send me the satellite location and site photos for each buried box. Keep it a secret and make sure no one sees you doing it.”
“Huh?” Ward Owen looked dumbfounded, then started chuckling, “Master, you’re not hiding some antiques because of your growing fame, so future generations can unearth them like treasure, are you?”
Harrison was shocked, “How the hell did you know!”
“I didn’t expect you, Master, to have such aspirations like me.” Ward Owen blushed, “I’ve almost buried all the suburbs near Oxfordshire, no less than a hundred boxes.”
Harrison:
It was rather sad. As the only official disciple of master Harrison, Fatso had buried so many boxes but didn’t create any waves in history.
His level was still not up to par.
Pitiful, indeed.
Once the matter was settled, Harrison sent Fatso away, telling him to keep an eye on his father’s whereabouts after going back. Harrison might need to communicate with him on some matters soon and it would be inconvenient for his father to be in the United States just getting off the plane.
Fatso left with his head full of questions.
Harrison returned to his room and began to sort out the “treasures” in the bags.
Old clothes worn during tough times, used toothbrushes, mouthwash cups, chipped teacups, cracked bowls, TV remote controls with countless fingerprints due to the melting battery, double-clicking mice, water-damaged keyboards, love letters written to long-forgotten high school crushes, and ten strands of hair…
These belonged to him.
Then he went upstairs to Carrie Thomas’s room.
But since it was her stuff, he couldn’t just take anything. He only took old toothbrushes, mouthwash cups, bowls, and cheap, old clothes, along with ten hair-strands from the shower drain.
He didn’t touch Carrie’s intimate clothing; otherwise, he felt like he’d be at a disadvantage.
With everything evenly distributed and packaged into ten bags, he was all set and just waited for Julia Lambert to deliver the ultra-durable,
anti-decomposition safes from overseas that were said to be resistant to microbial degradation for hundreds of thousands of years and made of high-strength polymer materials.
It was already afternoon after all these errands. Harrison called Carrie, who was in Los Angeles, and arrogantly said, “I just cleaned your room for you. Some items might be unusable when you return, so I threw them away. Oh, by the way, I also donated those cheap clothes in your closet that cost less than three hundred and bought you some new ones.”
Carrie was delighted, “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, providing you with logistical support is my responsibility..”
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