Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 863 - 863 Bitch suits dog 2

Chapter 863: Bitch suits dog 2 Chapter 863: Bitch suits dog 2 Although Mia Garcia and Harry Collins were truly deserving of the labels bitch and snob, when Ava Wilson so bluntly said it without being obstructed by the bitch and the snob, it was certainly she who picked the fight first.

“Ava Wilson, don’t think just because I’m the Third Young Master Collins and a man, that I won’t hit a woman.” Harry Collins’s face had already darkened; it was clear he had reached his limit.

Seeing him so angry he looked like he might lose his mind was incredibly satisfying to Ava.

“In my heart, you’re not even a man!” Ava smiled with profound meaning.

No sooner had she finished her sentence than Harry Collins charged at her, wanting to hit Ava, but his hand had not yet landed when Victoria Garcia raised her hand to stop him.

“Third Young Master Collins, you go your way, we’ll go ours. Please, have some self-respect.” A man who hits a woman can hardly be called a man at all.

And this Third Young Master Collins, a snob who spied on their company’s products and designs, was just shameless to the extreme.

“Your entire Garcia Family really knows how to ride on each other’s coattails,” Harry Collins scoffed coldly at the sisters. “Don’t think Arnold Johnson will protect you forever. A day will come when you fall, and you’ll be worse off than a drowning dog.”

The coldness in Harry Collins’s expression was filled with endless malice.

The grudge he had against the sisters ran deep; he refrained from acting against them only because of Arnold Johnson, but he believed that everyone falters eventually.

“Harry Collins, you’ve done so many evil deeds, you’ll definitely hit rock bottom before we do,” Ava retorted sharply.

Victoria Garcia tugged on her sister’s hand, “Let’s go!”

There was nothing worth saying to these two. Having said that, Victoria then led Ava to their own Parking Space.

Once in the car, Ava immediately quieted down.

On the other side, Mia Garcia gently placed her hand into the palm of the Third Young Master Collins, softly saying, “Third Young Master, don’t be angry anymore, shall we go eat something delicious, alright?”

Looking at Mia Garcia’s submissive, downcast expression only worsened Harry Collins’s mood.

However, it was still time to appease her.

“Fine, let’s go!” Saying this, the Third Young Master Collins took her hand and also headed to his own Parking Space.

In the car, the Third Young Master Collins couldn’t help but ask, “Mia, what did Ava Wilson mean by what she said? Don’t you think you should explain it to me?”

Hearing him question her so directly, Mia Garcia’s heart began to pound.

If the Third Young Master became suspicious and decided to investigate, he was bound to find out something. Rather than waiting for that to happen, it was better to take the initiative.

With this thought, Mia Garcia pinched herself hard, immediately causing her eyes to redden. In a low voice, she said to Harry Collins, “Victoria’s just upset that I’ve suddenly gained a position, so she keeps suspecting me of having a Fotster Uncle or something. Her suspicions are understandable, after all, I’m no longer the Young Miss of the Garcia Family. To survive in these circles, naturally, I must have some support, so…”

Harry Collins could not help but turn around and look at her, asking, “So, you actually do have a Foster Uncle Fotster Uncle?”

Mia Garcia’s hands were tightly clasped together, holding on firmly.

“But it’s not what everyone thinks; Third Young Master, you have to believe me!” Mia Garcia looked back at him, plaintively, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Watching Mia Garcia’s act, Harry Collins felt nothing but extreme annoyance. What he hated the most was a woman crying.