Harvey York's Rise to Power



Chapter 118

"Mr. York, what just happened?" A confused Yvonne Xavier asked Harvey in their Ferrari.

"Let me make a call and inquire about that."

Harvey York did, and was dumbfounded when he received the answer. He said, "The bank informed me that the default spending limit for my card was seven hundred and fifty thousand a month. As I just withdrew seven hundred and fifty thousand in cash recently, I exceeded my quota. If I want to increase the limit, I need to go to the bank and sign an agreement."

"Pfft..."

Yvonne couldn't hold back her amusement. She had never expected something like that would actually happen.

Harvey was speechless as well at the fact that such a silly thing could occur to him. It seemed it was necessary for him to stop by the bank or he would have trouble with his daily spending.

"About the phone, you can consider it a gift from me." Yvonne flashed him a gentle smile. This amount of money didn't really mean much to her.

"Alright, I'll buy you something else in the future." Harvey did not reject her. "How about you drop me at the office for now? I'll just stay there for the night."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Huh?" Yvonne, who had just started the Ferrari's engine, stepped on the brakes abruptly. She turned to him with a surprised look and said, "But... Weren' t you going back home tonight?"

Harvey shrugged. "I can't go back!"

Yvonne's face flushed red. She hesitated for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was as tiny as a mosquito's. "There's nowhere to shower back in the office. If you don't mind, you can come over and stay at my place for tonight. It'll be easier for me to send you to the office tomorrow as well."

Harvey gave it some thought and mused he would not sleep well if he wasn't able to bathe. However he still asked, "Is it convenient for you?"

"Of course, of course." Yvonne was afraid Harvey might regret his decision later, so she stepped hard on the accelerator and drove the Ferrari as fast as an aeroplane.

Yvonne lived in a high class residential area. Her home was at the top floor of a large duplex, decorated with a nice simplicity. It looked just the way Harvey liked.

Her room was clean and spotless. She did not have a lot of things, and it was obvious that a single woman lived here.

Once Harvey came in through the door, he went straight to the couch, somewhat emotional.

He could tell that it had not been easy for Yvonne in all these years, as he could only find books on finance, law, and investment in the living room. In contrast, he couldn't spot not even one entertainment magazine or novel that most women usually enjoy.

Thus, he came to the conclusion that people could not see the hidden hardships undergone by a successful woman.

Harvey casually flipped through some books on the couch. The next moment, his expression went stiff. Under one of the books lay a piece of ladies' inner wear.

Harvey felt so awkward, he was uncertain whether he should touch it or leave it be.

"Ah..." Yvonne let out a shriek, and then hurriedly dashed forward to grab it. She moved in such an extreme manner that she accidentally slipped and fell straight into Harvey's arms.

The sensation of a beauty in his arms sent Harvey sweating profusely. He knew he should move out of the way, yet at the same time, he couldn't. He didn' t even dare to breathe.