My Supermodel Wife

It seemed that the other party knew his identity.

Clifford looked cold. "Who is your master?"

The guard smiled. "The Hartanto Family!"

Hearing this, Clifford frowned and turned to look at Merry. "Do you know him?"

The little girl shook her head doubtfully. "I've never seen him. Why would the Hartanto family want to see me anyway?"

The guard broke free from Clifford's restraints, turned slightly to face Merry, and nodded. "Miss Merry, my master would like to see you. If you wish, could you come with me to the Hartanto's house?"

Merry asked suspiciously. "Did Brother Chris ask you to come?"

From the Hartanto family, she only knew Chris!

The bodyguard stepped forward, his voice slightly lowered. "He is the young master's father, Mr. Paul. Miss Merry, do you mind?"

As soon as this sentence was said, Merry froze on her steps.

It turned out that Chris' father wanted to meet her, so she instinctively didn't want to refuse!

At this time, Clifford whispered to the side to remind her. "It's late, if you want to go to the Hartanto family's house, you can do it tomorrow!"

When those words were finished, the guard glanced at him, and then said with a smile, "Mr Clifford seems to have forgotten his responsibilities. As the personal bodyguard of the Widjaya family, since when did you start taking care of the Hiroshi family?"

Clifford glanced at him calmly and didn't answer. The bodyguard wasn't angry, he just stepped forward with a smile, and said warningly, "Mr Clifford, seems that you think you can stop me by yourself?"

"Let's try!" Clifford's calm gaze fell on his opponent's pupils lightly.

The bodyguard sighed, then pointed behind him. "Today, I didn't come alone. My master would like to invite Miss Merry to the Hartanto family home with sincere intentions. I don't mind if you want to stop me, but have you considered the consequences?"

"If you speak frankly, Mr. Paul has more influence than young master Chris. As a bodyguard, aren't you afraid that the Widjaya family and the Hartanto family will have a bad relationship because of your mistake?"

When the words were finished, the bodyguard looked at Clifford nonchalantly, leaned close to him, and whispered again, "Can you shoulder the outcome?"

Clifford didn't speak for a while, but there was clearly a trace of concern between his eyes.

At this time, Merry, who had been watching for a long time, quietly put her cell phone in her trouser pocket. She then tugged at Clifford's sleeve to calm him down. "No problem, I'll go with them. Chris's dad won't do anything to me, I told him just now on my cell phone. If you have time, please tell my dad that I'm going to be late."

Merry had already realized that the other party had come with preparations today and the bodyguard was very rude to Clifford.

She was worried that if Clifford got into a dispute with them, he would end up getting into trouble.

Although she didn't know why Chris's father was looking for her, after all, he was the father of the person she trusted the most. Besides, if she didn't go, it would be the same as not respecting the man's wish.

After saying this, Merry looked at the guard and raised her chin proudly. "Let's go, show me the way."

"Merry…" Clifford frowned.

As soon as he said a word, Merry looked back and smiled brightly. "Don't worry, don't forget what I said earlier."

Merry waved her hand and followed the guard in the blink of an eye.

When the car's door opened, the little girl immediately stroked her chest with fear.

There were four burly bodyguards in the car. As she had expected, compromising was the right move.

Otherwise, if Clifford clashed with them, this matter would surely become much bigger.

Merry stood by the car's door, pursed her small mouth and stared at the guard who opened it. "With so many people, where do I sit?"

The little girl was deliberately making things difficult for them. Who told her to be so annoying?

The bodyguard pointed to the back seat very politely. "Miss Merry, they are responsible for your safety, so please sit in the middle."

"No!" Merry arrogantly. "Let them all down, I want to sit in the back alone. Don't think about refusing or I will scream for help and report this as an act of kidnapping!"

The spoiled daughter of the Hiroshi family is really troublesome!

In the end, the bodyguard had no choice but to get the two people sitting in the back seat out of the car and tell them to take a taxi and follow them back.

And Merry did not stop climbing after getting into the car.

She complained that the air conditioner was too cold for a while, and that the car smelled too bad. In short, the two bodyguards at the front wanted to quickly leave the car for the forty minute journey.

As the car pulled away, Clifford also rushed to the side of the road.

After he got into the car, his teeth clenched, as if trying to contain his emotions.

After a while, he considered it again and again and finally dialed Jean's number.

Indeed, this kind of thing could not be solved with his own strength.

...

That night, at six o'clock, Merry was taken to the Hartanto family's backyard.

She looked at the surrounding scenery as she walked, and the ancient courtyard made her disinterested.

"Miss Merry, please wait a moment. Master will be out soon!"

The bodyguard stood in front of Merry with sweat all over his body then turned and left quietly.

He'd had enough of this woman!

The afternoon felt hotter than usual when the little girl refused to let them turn on the air conditioner in the car.

She didn't even want them to open the windows!

You can imagine what kind of torture they felt when wearing black coats and being in a closed room in the car!

Merry glanced at the backs of the departing guards one after another, and scowled angrily.

After regaining her sight, she walked alone towards the backyard.

As she walked, she started to feel bored. She took her cell phone out of her pocket, stood still and started playing.

At this time, Paul was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at Merry. His old eyes stared at the plant that Merry had stepped on, and raised his eyebrows. "She doesn't value life at all."

Indra stood behind him, he was also watching Merry carefully. "I heard that the master of the Hiroshi family loves this daughter very much. After years of being raised in the palm of his hand, she was released abroad to grow up to be more mature, but that doesn't seem to be working. Except for the Hiroshi family behind her, it doesn't seem like she's of much help to the young master."

Paul sneered, and after a moment, he raised his hand and waved it forward. "Let's go."

Indra then pushed his wheelchair and walked out.

Hearing the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, Merry lifted her head from the cellphone's screen.

This was the first time the little girl saw Chris's father.

She didn't expect that he was paralyzed!

Merry was surprised for a moment and after thinking for a long time, she finally said in surprise, "Grandpa, good evening!"

Should she really call him grandfather?!

Paul. "..."

Indra pursed his lips tightly and coughed lightly to suppress the urge to laugh.

This little girl is funny indeed!

Paul's expression was serious, his eyes swept over Merry, and then he turned to the stone table and said, "Let's sit down."

Merry ran over and blinked as she sat across from Paul.

Why are there six gray-brown dots on this geezer's head?

Isn't that a symbol that monks have?

Thinking of this, Merry curiously leaned towards the table. "Grandfather, are you… a monk?"