As he walked out of the ward, Harry Zachary's smile vanished, replaced by a touch of coldness.
He couldn't guarantee that Nicholas Croft would eventually let him off, but he knew that if he were prosecuted for drug possession, he'd be eating prison food for the rest of his life.
He's still young, not even thirty, in the prime of his life. So he needed to take a gamble for the sake of his future, and Hannah Hargrave could only become his wager.
After leaving the hospital, Harry Zachary called a photographer from the company to borrow a camera and headed to the Hargrave Family's villa.
It was dinner time after work hours, and Josephine Hawthorne was busy with something at the dining table. She looked up in surprise when she saw Harry Zachary come in.
"Harry? What brings you here? Where's Hannah? Who's taking care of her?"
Harry Zachary approached with a smile, "Mr. Hargrave said I don't need to keep watch."
