Chapter 403: Do You Like Me?

    Though Harry dressed somewhat like a loser, he was actually quite handsome… “Thank you, brother-in-law! You’re so kind!”

    Nancy rarely spoke affectionately to Harry, but this time she sincerely expressed her gratitude.

    Due to the recent issues with Samuel, Nancy had been mentally and physically exhausted, unable to rest properly for days. Now that the weight had been lifted, she fell asleep almost as soon as she got into Harry’s car.

    Looking at the sleeping Nancy, Harry couldn’t help but feel his heart race. It was no wonder Samuel, the nation’s playboy and ultra-rich second-generation heir, had set his sights on her. Nancy wasn’t just beautiful with a great figure—she also had a unique charm.

    Most internet celebrities looked gorgeous in their live streams but were merely average in real life without filters.

    Nancy, however, was different. In person, she was even more stunning and elegant than on camera. Combined with her lesbian persona, Harry found himself increasingly intrigued by her.

    Harry tore his gaze away from Nancy, stepped on the gas, and focused on driving home while scheming about how to get her into bed…

    According to Harry’s plan, he intended to use his YouHaborry identity while pressuring Nancy through the company to sleep with him.

    However, this would require wearing a mask and creating a dimly lit environment to avoid being exposed. Harry wasn’t worried about Nancy refusing—after all, she was now contractually bound to his company. If he wanted to blacklist her, it would be a real blacklist.

    For Nancy, it was one step to heaven, one step to hell.

    Plus, since his YouHaborry account had done her a favor, Harry was confident she wouldn’t escape his grasp this time.

    Lost in his thoughts about bedding Nancy, Harry didn’t notice that she had suddenly opened her eyes, staring sharply at his back with suspicion.

    The lightning-fast signing with Omega Media, the mysterious YouHaborry, and Harry’s strange behavior today had already planted doubts in the clever and cunning Nancy’s mind.

    She suddenly recalled Harry’s earlier advice to her and how everything had unfolded exactly as he had predicted. It was as if everything had been meticulously calculated by this seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary man…

    At the time, she hadn’t taken Harry’s words seriously, even instinctively mocking and dismissing them. But now, looking back, Harry had spoken with such ease and confidence…

    And why did everyone at Omega Media, including Enes, show such deep-rooted reverence toward Harry?

    This special attitude toward him was impossible to hide!

    YouHaborry…

    You..Ha..Bo..rry

    Nancy was certain that her sudden turnaround was entirely due to YouHaborry. But who was YouHaborry really?

    Her intuition had already picked up on something unusual.

    “Brother-in-law, did you watch my live stream today?” Nancy suddenly asked Harry as soon as they arrived home.

    “Huh? Y-yes! I did! Nancy, you were amazing! So many people were sending you gifts—the screen even froze!” Harry replied with a forced chuckle.

    “Harry, do you use Tiktok often? Can I see your account? Let me add you as a friend,” Nancy said with a calm smile, watching him closely.

    “Ah? Oh… my phone’s dead, and it’s late. You must be exhausted—go rest first. We can add each other tomorrow. Besides, I barely use Tiktok. There’s nothing interesting on mine anyway.” Harry’s heart raced nervously, and he quickly brushed off her question with a laugh.

    Seeing his reaction, Nancy grew even more certain of her suspicions. To avoid alerting him, she simply smiled sweetly and nodded.

    “Alright.”

    “Nancy! You’re back?! We watched your live stream! You were incredible! You really turned the tables this time!”

    “Nancy! This is amazing! Now it’s Samuel who should be panicking!! You mentioned in the stream that you still have some unreleased dirt on him—is that true?”

    Just then, Clara and Wendy excitedly opened the car door to greet Nancy, conveniently easing Harry’s awkwardness.

    Watching the three women chat and laugh as they headed upstairs, Harry finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

    Nancy’s strange questions had made him break out in a cold sweat. “Could she have figured something out? That shouldn’t be possible…” Scratching his head in confusion, Harry didn’t dwell on it too much.

    —–

    Harry had just finished washing up and returned to his room, planning to use his “YouHaborry” account to chat up Nancy and lay the groundwork for his eventual seduction, when he saw a message from her.

    He glanced at Clara, who was already fast asleep with a faint smile on her face. Even without makeup, she was stunning.

    Making sure Clara was sound asleep, Harry finally replied.

    YouHaborry: I’m here, Nancy. Today’s livestream was a huge success—congratulations!

    Nancy: Thank you, Brother! I owe it all to you. Without your help, I wouldn’t have known what to do! You’ve done so much for me… I… I don’t even know how to repay you.

    “How to repay me? Just offer yourself…” Harry muttered with a lewd grin before typing out a more dignified response.

    YouHaborry: Loving someone means not expecting anything in return. I helped you because I like you and didn’t want to see Samuel bully you. Seeing you doing well now makes me happy.

    Nancy: Brother, do you really like me? Many men have sweet-talked me, saying they like me, but I know they just want my body. I have no interest in those men, and I’d never let them touch me.

    Nancy: But you’re different. If it’s you… I’m willing.

    Reading this, Harry was momentarily stunned.

    He had been carefully planning how to reel Nancy in, making her willingly fall into his trap—but now, she had taken the initiative, and so directly at that.

    Harry wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled or concerned. Things seemed to be slipping out of his control.

    YouHaborry: Nancy, loving someone doesn’t mean you have to possess them physically. Just seeing you happy is enough for me.

    Nancy: Brother, if you really liked me, you wouldn’t say that. Honestly, even though we’ve never met, I… I feel something for you. I want to see you. Can we meet?

    Harry had originally planned to arrange a meeting in a dim, mysterious setting, maybe even wearing a mask for some added excitement. But with Nancy being this forward, he hesitated.

    Something about this woman felt… dangerous.

    YouHaborry: Of course we can meet. But my identity can’t be revealed. I’ll have someone from your company bring you to me.

    Nancy: You’re so mysterious, Brother… It makes me even more curious. Just set a time so I can prepare myself. The thought of meeting you makes me nervous.

    Unsure whether she was being genuine or playing games, Harry gave a vague reply. Sёarch* The N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    YouHaborry: Let’s make it in the next couple of days…

    Nancy: Brother, one more question—be honest. Do you… do you really like me that much? Do you want my body? I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never slept with a man before.

    Harry was stunned again by Nancy’s blunt yet suggestive words.

    Nancy… had never been with a man?

    The thought made Harry’s pulse quicken.

    Imagining Nancy’s beautiful face, her unique charm, and her slender figure, Harry felt an overwhelming urge to conquer her.

    After all, this was a woman even Samuel couldn’t have. The thought of making her submit beneath him was intoxicating.

    YouHaborry: Nancy, to be honest, I do like you, and I do want you. But my identity can’t be revealed. Even if we’re together, you can’t know who I am.

    If Nancy found out “YouHaborry” was actually Harry, not only would the mystique be ruined, but given his connections to Clara and Wendy, she might refuse to sleep with him altogether. It was better to maintain the facade and complete his conquest as the mysterious benefactor.

    Nancy: Hehe, then I’ll wait for you to come find me! I’m tired today, so I’m going to sleep. Goodnight, Brother. Love you~

    Harry had to admit—when this little minx turned on the charm, she was irresistible.

    No wonder Samuel had been so obsessed.

    Chatting with her gave the constant impression that she was just moments away from jumping into bed.