Chapter 90 A Phone Call

"This... this your husband?" The fat middle-aged man looked at Maxwell with a gleam of disbelief. He could not believe that he was Harriet's husband. Maxwell was a little upset. 'Damn it. What's wrong with me? Didn't I deserve Harriet?' thought Maxwell. In what field was he not as good as other? Status or wealth? "Yes," Harriet smiled and nodded. "What did your husband do?" The middle-aged fat man laughed and asked. "He works for my company," Harriet smiled. "Working for you?" The middle-aged man laughed, and he looked at Maxwell with disdain. "Harriet, it seems that you are the most successful of us, and you let your husband work for you. We can't do that." Harriet pressed her red lips together and smiled faintly, "Mr. Thomas must be joking." Mr. Thomas glanced at Maxwell, then said, "I have a suggestion, Harriet. I wonder if you'd like to hear it." "Yes, please," Harriet said. "I prepare to set up a branch in Europe, but I am in short of a confidant to be the security capta