CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: WHO IS HE

The person kneeling below was also stunned. So, the old master didn’t even know his granddaughter-in-law’s identity!

"You brat, Isabella is Christopher Weaver’s daughter? Why didn’t you tell me!" Ben Hunter shouted into the phone again.

"Well, sort of, I guess!"

Ben Hunter was furious. What does ’sort of’ mean? What does ’guess’ mean? How can it just be ’sort of’?

Elliot Archer vaguely understood what Harry Hunter meant by "sort of." After much hesitation, he finally spoke cautiously, "Old Master Hunter, actually... rumors came out from the Weaver Clan Group this afternoon, saying that the head, Christopher Weaver, has disappeared, about the same time our university got shut down..."

As his words trailed off, his voice became barely audible. He feared that if he said more, Harry Hunter might hold it over him, and even if the school reopened, he wouldn’t be able to remain as principal.

Ben Hunter was at his wits’ end; this indeed seemed like something his grandson could pull off!

"Why would you go after Christopher Weaver? He’s not just anyone; he’s the star entrepreneur of A City, with assets worth billions and a watch brand deeply embedded in people’s hearts. His disappearance will cause a national uproar! Get him back immediately!"

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter responded indifferently with a sound and then hung up the phone.

Ben Hunter knew that his "hmm" didn’t mean he agreed, but was just a token acknowledgment since there were so many people listening in. It was just to give his grandpa a bit of face!

The brat had grown wings and was beyond his control.

But soon, Ben Hunter felt joyous again. The brat was so capable, forceful, and meticulous, with an iron hand, even stepping over his own father. The Hunter Family has a worthy successor!

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After leaving Harry Hunter, Isabella Weaver hesitated for a moment as she drove past the Weaver Family villa, but ultimately got out of the car.

She stood in front of the Weaver Family villa, looking at the cold, dark, lifeless state inside, her brow furrowed.

The former hustle and bustle of the Weaver Family seemed just like an illusion, like a dream!

This feeling was eerily familiar!

When Boss Palmer’s gallery disappeared, it gave her this same feeling, and when Wayne University was shut down, it gave her this feeling too.

The doubts in her heart grew larger and larger. What was going on? Why did it feel like everything was related to her?

In Isabella Weaver’s mind, she couldn’t help but envision Harry Hunter’s handsome and cold face.

She had never doubted Harry Hunter’s identity until today, when she personally witnessed his unparalleled combat skills.

She had thought Harry Hunter was just an ordinary wealthy young master, no different from other elite families, fighting over family assets and then squandering money, living a debauched life.

But upon closer reflection, although he drank a lot, she had never seen him drunk. His gaze was always clear and cold.

He was not just another uneducated playboy; his combat skills were even more advanced and skilled than those of professionally trained Alexander Parker. This required not only arduous practice but countless real combat applications.

Who is he?

Isabella Weaver shook her head, for the first time feeling that marrying someone so hastily was quite reckless. It was all Harry Hunter’s fault, always wanting to marry her, so much so that when she wanted to get married, her first instinct was him.

She drove back to the bed and breakfast, tidied up the room a bit, then opened her computer to study the newly purchased resource pack.

She had never systematically studied jewelry design and realized her lack of knowledge when participating in competitions. Christopher Weaver wouldn’t allow her to study these things, even changing her university major to philosophy.

In contrast, Ella Weaver studied design, as Christopher Weaver wholeheartedly wanted to groom her as his successor.

Of course, a company couldn’t have two successors, so Isabella was the one left out. To eliminate competition, she was strictly forbidden from touching anything related to drawing or design.