Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 11

Drusilla quickly snapped back to reality and denied, "No, no, not at all!"

Enoch observed her hesitant and faltering demeanor. "If their sudden appearance just now threw you off, maybe you should step outside for a bit. Cool off, so it doesn’t affect the upcoming therapy session."

He definitely didn’t want his legs to go from bad to worse because of her!

Hearing his suggestion, Drusilla said, "Don’t worry, it won’t. And thanks, Mr. Taylor, for earlier."

"Thank me?"

Drusilla continued, "For not kicking me out just because of what others said."

Enoch didn’t miss the gratitude in her eyes but swiftly looked away, saying coolly, "I just hate complications, and finding someone new would be too much of a hassle. As for you... if you were utterly useless, I’d have no problem replacing you. So, don’t get any ideas about falling for me! I have very high standards, and you don’t meet them."

Drusilla's lips twitched at his presumptuous words.

Fall for him? How did he even come to that conclusion? And did he have to be so blunt about it?

To prevent any further misunderstandings, Drusilla clarified, "Mr. Taylor, rest assured, I’m here for your money and nothing else."

"That’s reassuring."

His status and wealth were well-known, attracting countless women who wished to marry him.

Drusilla, observing his aloof demeanor, found herself at a loss for words.

Oberon, having shown the visitors out, returned and asked, "Shall we start?"

As she stepped out of the car, Oberon prepared to leave but then noticed a figure standing at the entrance of the complex - it was Harlan.

What was Harlan doing here at this hour, looking for Drusilla? Did they know each other?

Recalling Harlan’s antagonistic behavior towards Drusilla at the Taylors', it seemed clear there was some unresolved issue between them.

Drusilla also spotted Harlan. With a mocking tone, she said, "Well, isn’t this Mr. Stanton who’s been avoiding me. What brings you here?"

Harlan’s expression soured, dreading the thought of constantly encountering her at the Taylor family’s place.

He asked Drusilla, "Since when did you become an acupuncturist? I had no idea."

"Do I need to report to you?" Drusilla retorted coldly, remembering his accusations at the Taylor’s. "Besides, you already claimed I’m a fraud with a fake license!"