Harvy was caught between getting mad and confused. He had every reason to be mad at the lady for denying him the opportunity to chase the four men. But then the confusion took over.
The bright smile of this beautiful, strange lady left him speechless. His gaze lingered on her face and trailed the button nose to her well shaped lips. If asked, he had no idea why he was staring at her so hungrily.
He shook his head and blinked his eyes. He must be out of his mind to be having such crazy thoughts.
Point in time, he recalled what the lady had said. Something about finally getting to meet him.
"Do I know you?" He fixed his face and posture, not willing to give himself away.
The lady closed the pace, walking closer to him. She stopped right in front of him and reached out her hand to him. Harvy's gaze dropped on her hand. Her hand was almost as white as snow. It would seem as though she had never had any reason to use her hand for anything all her life. She looked like someone who had just walked out of the factory of creation.
He cleared his throat and took her hand. He can not continue to make a fool of himself in such a manner.
"Claire. That's how much I can tell you now." The lady answered, shaking his hand firmly.
Harvy was a little bit stunned by the manner at which she shook his hand. She did it in a professional way.
"Please come with me." She added, then turned around.
Harvy didn't follow her. He just stood there and watched as she walked away. Her long legs were carefully placed ahead of each other in a beautiful walking style. Her heels were obviously expensive.
"Why do you think I'm going to follow you?" He called.
Claire stopped in her tracks. She turned around slowly to look at him. The small and beautiful smile was still there in the corner of her mouth.
"I thought that it would be unreasonable to keep you standing throughout the conversation. Please let's go to my car. Then, after we finish having the conversation, if you don't want to come with him, it would be up to you." She answered carefully.
After those words of hers, she turned around and walked away. Harvy hesitated at first but then followed eventually.
Harvy recalled what he ought to do. Initially, he had gone to the Autrix mansion to get his things, and then from there, he would visit Ninna. But now, he wasn't sure of what to do.
One thing he knew for sure was that whatever this lady was about to tell him must be quick and snappy.
When they walked out of the alleyway, Harvy's eyes widened when he saw the car the lady was walking towards. It was a limited edition maybach.
This kind of car was what he would watch on the TV and admire on screen. He had never thought that he would see such a beauty in real life. Only top celebrities in the country use such cars.
When Claire approached the car, a man dressed in a black suit got down from the driver's seat and walked around to get the door for her.
Instead of Claire climbing in, she stepped aside, waiting for Harvy.
"Is she waiting for me?" Harvy muttered, finding it quite hard to believe.
He joined them.
"Please after you." The lady offered.
Harvy looked away from her to the interior of the car. Inside the car looked like a high-end and super furnished futuristic living room. It was way too unreal and soothing to the eyes. How much more would it be if he sat on it.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I should be on the safe side here." Harvy argued, doing all his best to hide his intentions and imaginations.
The lady chuckled softly.
"I must say that you are really humble. As humble as my grandfather said. How can you be worried about a harmless lady and a driver after what you did to that fat man?" Claire teased.
Harvy's eyes squinted as he tried to process the information. While he was at it, Claire climbed into the car.
The driver was staring keenly at him! Just one glance at the driver, Harvy could tell that the man doesn't like him. Well, does he care? Absolutely not!
He climbed into the car, and the driver slowly closed the door.
Settling into the car, the scent that filled Harvy's nose was so surreal that he didn't know when his eyes closed. If he didn't have a strong will, he probably would have passed out.
"Your father. You said something about him." He brushed the thoughts off, taking Claire in his gaze again.
There was a fancy demarcation between them in the backseat. It was an electronic masterpiece. It whirred and clicked.
"My grandpa, you mean." She corrected with a smile.
"Yea, right." Harvy nodded firmly. He found nothing amusing. He just wanted to get to the root of this. He had somewhere else to be.
"He talked about you every now and then. Every time he had the chance to talk about you, he would go on for hours." The smile of the lady suddenly turned sour.
"Had? Is he late?" Harvy asked.
"I hope not. That's why I need your help. Whatever you want from me or us, we will give it to you. Just come with me." Claire's tone suddenly changed. She had become persuasive.
"I don't understand what you are talking about! Are you really going to tell me what is happening, or should I leave already?" Harvy was not ready for games anymore.
"My grandfather has been sick for almost a year now. We have been searching for you since then. He kept talking about you that you know someone who could heal him. Please come with me to meet him. I will meet all your needs if you come with me." Claire pleaded.
"Your grandfather? I really don't know anyone. I don't even go out a lot. I think you have the wrong person. I'll take my leave immediately." Harvy dismissed, turning to the door.
In all honesty, he knew no one!!! Aside from Ninna and Charlotte's family.
He was about to open the door when a soft palm grabbed his other arm. The palm was so cold and wet. He couldn't resist the urge to turn to look at Claire.
"I will marry you. Please just come with me." She squeezed his arm softly, patting her eyelids.