Mr. Right is my uncle

Chapter 5 Slap Her

Jonas and Becky were momentarily taken aback by Nadia's fierce demeanor.

Harris watched the vibrant young woman reemerge, his eyes filled with warmth as she confidently took his hand and led him to the car.

As soon as they got inside, a tall figure leaned toward her, his voice low and tinged with danger.

"Little girl, are you defending them?"

"N-No," Nadia stammered, raising her hands in defense and pouting. "I just didn't want you to lose control and end up in jail!"

Harris scrutinized her, and seeing her serious expression, some of his anger faded. "So what exactly happened these past few years?"

'Why did the little girl who once chase after me choose to marry someone else?'

Nadia's expression turned serious as she recounted everything—from her arrival in Acofield and the harassment she faced to her divorce, deliberately omitting many of the hardships she endured.

Knowing her well, Harris could sense her reluctance to share everything. A flicker of sympathy crossed his face as he gently ruffled her hair. Then, sitting up straighter, he instructed his assistant.

"Get some food and book the earliest flight back to Olisbert."

"No, I still have things to take care of—I can't go back yet!" Nadia insisted.

"You're still investigating those matters?" he asked.

"Yeah! Just drop me off at the intersection ahead!" She forced a casual smile, eager to distance herself from Harris. The memory of last night was far too awkward.

Harris smiled back but didn't push the issue. After they arrived, he gave a few more instructions before parting ways.

"Mr. Mccann, do you still need to book a flight?" the assistant asked.

"No, just have someone keep an eye on her. Make sure she isn't bullied. Find some tasks for the Wright family to keep them busy!"

"Do we need to bankrupt them?" the assistant hesitated to suggest.

He was well aware that Harris had never been easy to deal with; crossing him was like courting disaster. Moreover, everyone knew that Harris had remained distant from women all these years because his heart belonged to someone special—someone he had just seen smiling in a photo.

"No need for that. It would just upset her!" Harris leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes in a relaxed manner, exuding an effortless charm.

The assistant remained silent, not daring to speak further.

Meanwhile, Jonas returned home after dealing with his grandfather's affairs, feeling utterly drained. After dropping Becky off, he entered his house only to find his slippers—normally placed by the door for him—were missing. He paused, frowning as he rummaged through the shoe cabinets before finally locating them.

Rubbing his temples and feeling discomfort in his stomach, he headed to the kitchen.

To his annoyance, the milk he usually found warmed up was nowhere to be seen. He grabbed the kettle only to discover it was completely empty!

Fury surged within him. He quickly dialed a number.

"Margret, where are you? Why is there no milk today? Not even a glass of water? Do you want to quit?"

Clearly taken aback by his sudden outburst, Margret quickly explained, "Young Master, three years ago you said we only needed to handle the shopping, remember? Ms. Chung is responsible for these things. The milk was made by her, knowing you have a sensitive stomach, and she spent six hours cooking it daily!"

"What? Is Ms. Chung not home? Do you want me to help you find her?"

Each of her words struck Jonas like a thunderbolt.

"No need!" he hung up, glaring at the empty kettle and pot, and in a fit of rage, he swept them to the floor.

'Nadia! Even after the divorce, you just won't let me be!'

*****

At the same time, Nadia stood outside the Marquez family home, sneezing violently.

Puzzled, she stepped inside.

Inside, Brett, along with his wife and daughter, was enjoying a meal in a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Their relaxed demeanor shifted to one of immediate alertness when they noticed her.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" Brett demanded.

"I'm Nadia. As for how I got in... the password hasn't been changed, so I simply walked in!" She smiled at the man before her, though her eyes were cold.

"Nadia... Nadia!" Brett suddenly widened his eyes. "You're that wretched girl!"

Nadia's gaze turned icy as she faced him.

Technically, this man was still her nominal father.

Her mother had passed away when Nadia was just five years old.

Within a month, Brett had brought his current wife, Erna, and their daughter, Latonya, into the home.

Ironically, Latonya was even two months older than Nadia!

With a stepmother and a stepfather, Nadia had been forced to endure a miserable life.

It wasn't until she was eight that she was punished by Brett for spilling water on the carpet—he made her kneel in the snow.

Almost dead from the cold, the Chung family found her and brought her home, saving her life.

Four years ago, she had come to Acofield specifically to reclaim everything that belonged to her mother!

Thinking of this, she pulled out several sheets of paper from her bag.

"These are my mother's pre-marital property documents and her will. Marquez Group was founded by her, and as your ward, you only have the authority to manage it. Once I turn eighteen, I'll take over!"

"And this villa is also in my mother's name. I am her primary heir. You have three days to move out!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Your mother was just a mistress; how could she possibly have founded Marquez Group?" Latonya stepped forward, shouting.

Seeing Nadia's naturally beautiful face, unmade-up yet striking, only fueled her jealousy further.

When Nadia was taken away at eight, they had claimed she was from a poor branch of the family. 'How can she possibly have been raised so well?'

'But judging by Nadia's clothes, it is clear she is still living poorly!'

With this thought, Latonya felt somewhat relieved.

Nadia watched her arrogant expression and suddenly slapped her hard!