Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

A few hours before.

After successfully confirming that Cleo would be safe in the home because of the troublemaker, Muliawan was not in this town. Until a possibility that the man would not cowardly target women who had nothing to do with their family matters, was nil.

Harry was finally able to arrive at his base feeling much calmer. Although he could not guess and predict what his second uncle might do after he acted.

Harry suddenly got a call from his third uncle, Daniawan.

"I know that you can't remain silent. And do nothing to correct the wrong public opinions. But what do you mean by your statement to mother? You are willing to look for Jenny and will definitely find her?"

This sad incident has been going on for decades. But how could Harry have such confidence in finding Jenny if they couldn't find her? To the extent, Daniawan had bad thoughts that Jenny was no longer in this world.

Daniawan's heart suddenly ached.

He never hated his nephew. Instead, he loved Jenny as much as he loved Christina. Ever expected Christina and Jenny to have a close sibling relationship more than siblings.

Daniawan still expresses his disappointment clearly.

"However, how can second brother fight us with his tv station?"

Harry took Daniawan's question seriously.

"Where did you hear this from? And did it also come from grandma?"

Daniawan's silence was Harry considered as a 'yes' answer from him. Where Harry hasn't ever been disappointed by his grandmother's ability to extract any information from him. Until sometimes, Harry had once thought that maybe Grandma already knew about his contract marriage to Cleo. But, she just pretended not to know because she wanted to see Harry and Cleo continue to be together?

Harry brushed the presumption aside.

"Uncle, I know you may still doubt my abilities. But believe me. I don't know if it has to be months, a dozen years, or even my whole life. I will definitely find a trace of Jenny no matter what."

Inwardly, Harry had made up his mind that even if it was just Jenny's body, it was her ashes or her grave. Harry would surely find her whereabouts. And using a variety of ways even though he had to spend decades until his hair turned to be white.

Daniawan finally chose to give up and would not argue anymore.

"Okay. If it's your choice and your noble intention to clear up misunderstandings and be filial. Uncle will support you. But promise not to attack your second uncle without using your heart carefully."

Harry suddenly remembered Cleo's words

She had also reprimanded and reminded Harry to think logically and not to hold grudges as Muliawan did.

"I know what I'm doing. And I realized what I had planned. So just think of good things. And don't blame yourself for what happened in the past. Because I'm sure my late father doesn't want you to be blamed either."

Daniawan was surprised at Harry's words.

Since when could Harry be so wise? Then, since when did Harry put other people's thoughts before his own?

The conversation ended with Daniawan's high hopes to see a good ending for all of them.

But Harry's eyes after that changed.

Looks intimidating and unwavering.

Harry recalled Arthur's words this morning about 'Cloud News'.

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"The 'Clouds' tv station is one of the most aggressive television stations reporting the disgrace of your family. Where the tv station is also your second uncle's tv station mine. He purposely built the company for this precious moment."

"Intentionally formed this company four years ago. Then take advantage of this situation to make big profits for the company."

"Luan just checked the level of profit they managed to get from the news. And the results are fantastic even in just one day."

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So then he sat just here right now. In front of all the reports that they managed to collect and learn.

Steylla looked worriedly at her brother.

"How is it, My bro? Will everything be okay?"

Steylla's solidarity was provoked when she heard from Steven that Harry will be holding a press conference. It was completely unnatural for such an indifferent man to do. But apparently, he was ready to do it for the sake of his family's good name.

And like being out of line, Reihan found something odd about Steylla's excessive attention.

"What's wrong with you? Now you really care about him? And not expecting anything bad to happen to Harry?"

Reihan's tone was very harsh and intimidating. So Steylla then glanced at him sarcastically.

"On the other hand, what's wrong with you? Why are you talking curtly? And why do you look unhappy that I'm worried about your best friend? Even though it's only natural that I wish him the best?"

Reihan was still able to sniff nonchalantly.

While Steven stared ahead helplessly. He had indeed arranged things so Harry could have an open press conference. But he still couldn't be sure and predict what Harry would do in front of the camera.

Because everything went wrong. If his emotions are provoked in the middle of the conference. Then it will just leave a big mess he would definitely do with confidence.

Steylla still had to elbow Steven for getting a clear answer from him.

"Hey, bro! You won't answer me? And keep all those thoughts to yourself?"

Steven sighed.

"I also don't know and can't answer. When Harry had just even declared his willingness to do a press conference an hour ago. And all preparations are also provided on the spur of the moment. Until I haven't even had a chance to say hello to him yet."

Steylla shuddered. She should look for the figure of Cleo. But sadly, she couldn't find her. Even though seemed just Cleo could give her the most normal answers compared to these two strange and annoying men beside her.

All eyes then turned to Harry.

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While on the other hand, at the Harry Miles residence.

In one of the rooms, Cleo was busy spending time cooking with Ane. Practice new recipes and modify them in a variety of alternative options.

Amid that busyness, Cleo did not stop mentioning Jenny's name on her lips. Spin the brain and knead the dough.

"Jenny…" Cleo muttered in her confusion.

"I'm pretty sure I've never met her. However, how did her tiny face look so familiar in my memory?"

Cleo then mumbled a few things that were still stored in her brain.

"A little girl wearing a red headband and holding a white teddy bear in her hand. While wearing simple clothes, Jenny still looks cute with her long eyelashes."

"However, why does that reluctant smile seem familiar? Then, those flat eyes like I've seen somewhere?"

Round face with slightly raised cheeks...

Ane knocked on the kitchen table to wake Cleo. Glancing at her worriedly and prompted Cleo to notice Ane's presence.

Cleo gave a faint smile.

"I'm sorry, Aunt. I'm just concentrating on certain things. And on what I believe I can find. But according to your mind, what should I do to extract the information stored too deep in the corners of my brain? If splitting and breaking it is certainly not possible for me to do. So roughly, what should I do?"

Ane stunned. She barely understood what Cleo was saying apart from apologizing and her hard to concentrate statement. The rest, Ane was made to fail to understand Cleo's confusing request.

Cleo made a guilty face.

"Oh, no. It seems I've said something wrong. And Auntie no needs to worry. Ignore what I just asked. Cause I don't have any friends to confide in I can ask her for her opinion..."

Cleo was suddenly stunned. She froze on the spot and didn't stop moving her eyes to explore the information in her head.

"Aunt! I seem to have found something important and valuable! So I can't stay here. And I might know where I can find Jenny. And knowing who she is from the coincidental I accidentally got without realizing it!"

Cleo was just about to rush out of the house after finishing cooking and grabbing her cell phone. Calling someone. But her activity was hindered by something that surprised her.

  [[ "Young Master Theodore has finally come into the public eyes. Let's welcome him and allow him to talk about the issues circulating about his family." ]]

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