Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 65 Mr. Hansen Was Not a Playboy

Chapter 65 Mr. Hansen Was Not a Playboy

"What's wrong?"

Byron turned his head and glanced at Jane without any intention of taking out the anklet.

"Nothing."

Jane was a lady, after all, and she had her own dignity and bottom line, so she couldn't ask why the

anklet was not given to her.

In order to hide her astonishment and embarrassment, Jane raised her glass. "I also want to represent

the Yoris family to thank you, Byron."

"You're welcome."

Byron clinked glasses with her indifferently and drank. No one mentioned it again.

But because Byron took the anklet and didn't give it to her for a long time, Jane seemed a little absent-

minded for the rest of the auction.

When it was the turn of the items donated by the Donald family to appear one by one, Byron suddenly

asked, "Where's Harry?"

Harry wasn't interested in the other auction items, so it was understandable that he didn't show up.

But the items from the Donald family were on the stage now, and he couldn't be found in the entire hall,

so something must be wrong.

"I don't know. Did he leave with Dr. Lane first?"

Jane didn't pay much attention to Harry, especially now that she was obsessed with the anklet in

Byron's pocket, so she didn't have the time to pay attention to these things.

Byron was still staring at the vase donated by the Donald family on display on the stage, and his deep

eyes narrowed. "Send someone to have a look."

"Byron, Harry and Cora are both adults, so nothing will happen."

Jane thought about the way Harry had hugged Cora on the dance floor before. She always felt that

they should be having fun in a corner of the banquet hall right now.

Byron ignored her and was playing with the lighter in his hand, knocking on the armrest. Obviously, his

patience was about to run out.

Seeing this, Carter immediately contacted the security team of the hotel and started to search every

corner of the banquet hall.

Both of them were indeed adults, and nothing would happen, but someone was afraid that they would

do what adults usually did.

A few minutes later, news came from the security team.

Carter reported, "Something happened to Mr. Cross."

"What?" Jane's expression changed.

Although the Donald family had many descendants, Harry was the orthodox and only recognized

grandson of the Donald family.

Otherwise, why did the Donald family force him to inherit the family business when Harry made it clear

that his mind was not on management?

If something happened to him at the charity auction held by the Yoris family, they would definitely be

implicated even if it wasn't done by the Yoris family.

Even if Harry was very close to her in private, it would be difficult to ignore it.

"What happened?" Byron's expression became much more serious.

"Mr. Cross was beaten by someone. When the security team found him, he was already knocked out in

the toilet, with varying degrees of injuries on his face and body."

Jane's parents also received the news soon and immediately began to check surveillance, insisting that

they would seek justice for Harry and the Donald family.

Byron didn't intervene. After all, Harry's matter happened at the Yoris family's event, so it should be Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

handled by them.

So, after getting the antique piece that his father asked for, he left.

Half an hour later, Byron came to Cora's LO apartment.

He tried to unlock it with his fingerprint as usual but failed.

Obviously, Cora had deleted his fingerprint permission.

He could only ring the doorbell, and the door opened after a while.

"Are you mad?" Cora had just taken a shower, and she was only wearing a nightdress. Her wet hair

swept across her collarbone, causing Byron to swallow slightly and step forward a little to get close to

Cora.

"No." Cora wasn't sure whether his eyes were too affectionate or his approach made her feel

disgusted, so she simply turned her face.

"Did you delete my fingerprint permission and block me? Do you think I cheated on you like a

playboy?" Byron glanced at her with a faint smile.

Cora had a coquettish smile on her face, but her eyes were cold. "Mr. Hansen, you are not a playboy.

You just want to give every girl a home..."