They walked across the flowery front yard, and two lines of well-dressed servants waited at the entrance of a magnificent hall. They bowed at the same time to welcome Howard back.

"Sir!"

Brittany abruptly opened her eyes. Was… she in a modern drama about rich families?

While she was in shock, a graceful figure dashed out of the house and smiled in surprise, "Howard, you're back!"

Brittany gasped at the sight of her face. Wasn't this gorgeous, sexy, and scantily-clad lady the popular A-lister, Kamari Ewing?

A huge mansion, luxury cars, hordes of servants, and a superstar!

She was stupefied. No words could describe her mood at that moment. It felt more and more like a dream.

As Kamari came up, a rich fragrance of perfume blew over. Harold couldn't help but frown, and his handsome face turned frosty.

Kamari had been used to his cold face. Throwing her slender arms around his waist, she grumbled in a flirtish manner, "Howard, where have you been? I've been waiting for you at home for a long time."

Harold tore her hands away and barked, "Get lost."

Under his rough push, Kamari stumbled and almost fell.

Her eyes reddened quickly as she glared at the iceberg. Grievances and bitterness rose from the bottom of her heart, "Howard, I'm your fiancée. Can't you be gentler to me?"

"Fiancée?" Harold chewed the word playfully, but his eyes turned cold and ferocious, "Know some shame, will you?"

"Anyway, Zev has consented, and I will be your only wife!" Kamari pouted capriciously.

"Don't give me that attitude! Kamari, who do you think you are talking to!" Harold didn't want to waste his energy on her and thus instructed his bodyguards, "Throw this nympho out. Starting today, no dogs and she are allowed to come near this place."

"Yes, sir!"

Two well-trained bodyguards grabbed each of her arms, rudely lifted her, and strode towards the gate.

Kamari hadn't expected him to be so cruel, "Harold, how dare you do this to me! You bastard! Put me down!" She screamed like a crazy person.

"Shut up! How dare you insult our master! This is outrageous. Gag her!" Eric didn't like this self-important woman from the very beginning and took the chance to add insult to injury.

The bodyguards gagged her with a rag. Kamari had never been humiliated like this before. She fumed but could not break free from the clutches. In the end, the discomfited woman was dragged away.

A cold sweat broke out on Brittany's forehead. She watched in horror as the superstar was literally thrown away by the bodyguards.

Gosh! Was he the noble son of a rich family or a gangster?

Harold casually sat down on the sofa in the sumptuous living room and nodded to Brittany, "Sit."

In such an atmosphere, she froze and trembled, "I… I'm fine. Would you please settle the account? It's late, and I should go back to the club!"

Her tone turned polite, a sign of her apprehension.

Harold arched his brow. His dark eyes squinted at the girl, "What, you also wish to experience the violence of my bodyguards?" He said nonchalantly.

Brittany instantly took her seat, put her hands on her knees, and sat upright.