My Supermodel Wife

After he finished speaking, Chris found that Samuel's expression was a bit relaxed.

He didn't have time to smoke, now was the time to hit while it was still hot. "You are usually too hard on her. Even if you want to bring her into the Hiroshi family, you should always give her time to grow up. Sam, I've discussed this with Jean, and he also thinks that it can help Merry to grow up."

As the words fell, Chris looked down again and smoked a cigarette. He felt his bullshit skills had really gotten better!

He hoped that Jean would not expose his lie!

At this moment, silence spread in the room, there was only smoke billowing in the sky.

Samuel didn't answer right away, and seriously thought about Chris' proposal.

After a while, he placed the cigar in his hand on the ashtray, crossing his finger on the tip of his nose. "Okay, since you said so, let her give it a try. But don't complain to me later, I have warned you. And if you find that she's not good enough, don't push yourself and just send her back as soon as you can."

"This little girl has been naughty since childhood and I really didn't expect her to do anything big in her life. God help her…."

Hearing this, Chris' heart immediately fell to the ground.

He leaned back in relief on the sofa and shrugged lazily. "Don't worry, I know my limits!"

Samuel clearly didn't realize that he had sent his only daughter into the mouth of the wolf that was Chris Hartanto!

...

Half an hour later, Chris didn't have dinner with Samuel but went straight back to the Hartanto family's house.

During the trip, he took the phone in his hand, looked at the twelve missed calls. He pressed the corners of his lips, threw the phone into the seat beside him, and stepped deeper on the gas pedal.

When Chris returned, it was already seven in the evening.

When he stepped out of the car and slammed the door, the bodyguard brought a news message. "Young master, Master has been waiting for you in the backyard."

"I know!" Chris smoothed his short hair in annoyance, and walked briskly with one hand in his trouser pocket.

At nightfall, there was a figure sitting in a wheelchair by the round stone table in the backyard.

There was a chessboard on the table, he was holding a black piece in his hand and a white piece in the other.

Hearing the footsteps, he narrowed his eyes. The man's voice sounded low and there was no warmth. "Are you finally back?"

At this time, Chris put his hands in his pockets, stood a few steps away from him, and nodded expressionlessly. "Sorry I'm late."

The person he was talking to was Paul, his father.

He was wearing a plain gray robe, his appearance was like a monk who lived deep in the mountains on a foggy night.

Paul left his home ten years ago to become a monk. During that time, he was far from the world. But because of Chris' request, he came back from the Temple to return to Surabaya again.

Paul glanced at Chris with an indifferent expression, dropped the chess piece on the chess box, and turned his wheelchair to face Chris. "You have kept me waiting for more than eight hours. Tell me, what were you doing?"

Chris pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, the corners of his slightly raised mouth curling in irony. "So my dad still cares about what I do?"

"Care?" Paul also sneered. "I just hope you don't die outside or it will waste my original intention of going down the mountain."

Chris didn't say a word, his deep eyes were covered with ice.

This father and son were on hostile terms, and not just in a day or two.

Chris had gotten used to it for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Paul spread his arms across the table and tapped gently with his fingertips. "What do you think of what you said earlier?"

Chris' heart sank after hearing that voice. He raised his eyes and looked at Paul. "I don't agree!"

"You do not agree?" Paul's narrowed eyes were filled with a dark, dangerous light, and the tapping on the table suddenly stopped. "You don't agree? I sent someone to send a letter this afternoon. Your marriage to the Vanders has been set, they are still waiting for you!"

Chris' expression was grim. "Dad, why do you think I should marry someone else to maintain my position? You've been missing in my life for a long time and now you want to interfere in my marriage?"

To Chris' question, Paul smiled without anger. "Since you know that I didn't care about you for years, why bother looking for me and forcing me down the mountain? If you have the ability to fight back, do you think you still can have even one company?"

"When I left, I bequeath much to you. What do you do if you do not follow this match? Walking hand in hand with a little girl from the Hiroshi family? You are not young anymore, do not expect the Widjayas and Hiroshi family will help you all the time!"

"Do you think that if you strengthen your relationship with Jean's wife you will be kept out of harm's way? Did you forget that you almost died that time? Do you think they can't afford to hire assassins anymore?"

Chris' hands suddenly clenched into fists, looking directly at his father's face. "I never expected anyone to help me, including you. I sent you down the mountain just to warn uncle and let them back off a bit."

"Besides, this is an internal conflict within the Hartanto family, so don't bring up the Widjayas and Hiroshis in this matter. Even if I only have one company in my hands, how do you know that I can't fight them? I don't agree with your marriage plans. You can freely interfere in all my affairs but not who will be my wife!"

After speaking, Chris turned around and was about to leave.

The wife that Chris rejected was the eldest daughter of the Vander family in Surabaya, who happened to be Alex's older sister, Anette.

Over the years, Anette has controlled the operations of most of the companies from her family.

When his father had the idea of ??getting them married, Chris flatly refused.

He did not expect that on this very beautiful day, when Merry returned to Indonesia, his father ruined his day so easily.

Chris had just walked a few steps, and Paul behind him slapped the table with an angry expression. "Chris, stop!"

Hearing the voice, even though Chris stopped, he didn't turn to look back.

The atmosphere in the backyard became tense.

Paul's sharp gaze fell on Chris' shoulder. He took a deep breath for a moment, and his tone softened slightly. "A woman like Anette has run the various Vander family companies for many years, and she is certainly no ordinary woman. If you marry her, your power and position will be secured."

"Chris, you are already thirty-three years old, do you want to travel and find true love like in a fairy tale? What can that little girl give you? Don't you consider your age gap? With your current condition in the Hartanto family, do you have time to steal a girl's heart?"

It's the bitter truth that had to be said, but Paul's words were very relevant.

At this time, Chris still didn't turn his head and said in a cold voice, "I don't care what Merry can give me, I just know that I like her and I never wanted anything from her!

"Father, after so many years, you are still heartless , no wonder mother committed suicide in front of you."

After that, Chris left the backyard.

No matter what, he will not let Paul influence his marriage.

The current him was indeed weak, but he didn't need to use marriage to achieve his goal!