Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy

Chapter 190: The Childish Jerk

Not choosing Benjamin Harper as the spokesperson?

Elara Don paused in her steps, not leaving immediately.

"Oh? Really? Then could you give me a reason for not choosing me? Let me see where exactly I lost."

Benjamin Harper asked calmly, showing great composure.

"Young Master Harper, actually, I have a good opinion of you, but the higher-ups feel your image is too plain, not quite fitting the male allure we want to showcase for this season’s perfume. So..."

The person in charge explained apologetically.

"I lack male allure?"

Benjamin Harper instinctively glanced at his own body, pondering silently.

His assistant let out a light laugh, "Who’s the tasteless person that thinks our Harper lacks male allure? Do you know how popular he is now, how many suppliers are begging for his schedule?"

"Yes, yes, it’s our loss."

The person in charge laughed along repeatedly.

The assistant wanted to say more, but Benjamin Harper stopped him with a look.

"Alright, I get it. We’ll collaborate another time then."

"Young Master Harper, once again, I apologize."

The person in charge apologized repeatedly, smiling as he saw him out.

Elara Don stood outside, looking at the departing Benjamin Harper, wanting to speak but stopped herself.

Benjamin Harper was somewhat surprised she hadn’t left yet, smiling: "Elly, it’s a pity I can’t endorse the perfume you developed. I’ll be going now."

Elara Don was temporarily speechless, watching Benjamin Harper leave with his assistant.

Then she grabbed the person in charge, "Manager Tailer, who exactly are the higher-ups you mentioned?"

She had noticed that Manager Tailer’s preferred choice was Benjamin Harper.

But someone of a higher rank had ordered, forcing him to abandon Benjamin Harper.

"Miss Charlotte, I just received an order from Assistant Rhun, directing me to abandon Benjamin Harper and choose another suitable spokesperson."

Manager Tailer didn’t conceal anything, "I’m puzzled too; I haven’t even reported it yet, how did the higher-ups know about this?"

Was it Rhun Quinn’s order?

Telling the advertising department not to use Benjamin Harper as the spokesperson.

Rhun Quinn wouldn’t interfere with the advertising department’s work for no reason.

Then there’s only one possibility...

Elara Don pursed her red lips, thinking of a possibility, a trace of unbelief in her eyes.

Rhun Quinn is Damon Hawke’s assistant.

So, was it Damon Hawke who gave the order?

Why would he do this?

Is it because she’s closely connected with Benjamin Harper?

If it’s due to this reason, then how childish can he be!

Elara Don turned over this thought repeatedly, considered a moment, then went straight to the CEO’s office.

No, she needed to confront him for answers.

At the CEO’s office.

Damon Hawke was busy with work.

Upon hearing a knock, he didn’t look up, just called out for the person to come in.

"Mr. Hawke, Miss Charlotte Soo says she has something to report."

The secretary, who had just been penalized with a month’s bonus, didn’t dare to act on her own this time and let the person in.

Damon Hawke paused his work, lifted his head, "Let her in. Also, in the future, when she comes to the office, there’s no need to announce her."

The secretary was stunned for a moment, acknowledged and withdrew.

Isn’t it obvious?

Seems like Mr. Hawke has no intentions of rekindling things with dancer Samantha.

The one he’s interested in should be Charlotte Soo.

Elara Don entered the CEO’s office.

Looking at the dignified man sitting on the executive chair, she pursed her lips and directly asked, "Mr. Hawke, did you give the order not to use Benjamin Harper for this period’s perfume endorsement? Why?"

Hearing this, Damon Hawke’s brows furrowed deeply.

"You came here just for this?"

His orders had just been issued, and she couldn’t wait to confront him.

How much does she care about Benjamin Harper?

"Mr. Hawke, please answer me, why abandon Benjamin Harper?"

Elara Don stared directly at Damon Hawke, "I think he fits the standards for this period’s perfume spokesperson very well."

"But I don’t think he’s suitable."

Damon Hawke’s eyes were dark and his tone very decisive.

Elara Don glared at him, a bit annoyed, "Is he really unsuitable, or are you purposefully abandoning him?"

Damon Hawke’s jaw tightened, he spat out a line, "What do you think?"

What does she think!

She thinks he’s doing it on purpose!

Elara Don glared at Damon Hawke, raising her voice a few notches, "Damon Hawke, is it because I’m close to Benjamin Harper, so you’re retaliating against him? How childish are you?"

This person has always been domineering.

Now he’s gained a new title of being childish!

"I’m childish?"

Damon Hawke’s dark eyes were swirling with a deep vortex.

"Yes, I’m indeed both cheap and childish, so you don’t want me, and won’t let others have me, is that right?"

Elara Don: "..."

These words sound so familiar?

It was the anger she vented in front of Samantha.

So, did Samantha complain to him?

And he just absorbed Samantha’s words.

Elara Don was steamed, "Ah yes, Mr. Hawke finally has self-awareness. How can I have any interest in such a domineering and childish mean man like you? But others are always vying for you, and even if I’m not interested, I at least want to trip you up, isn’t that so?"

The woman lifted her chin high, with a provocative look.

Her lips moved as she uttered infuriating words.

Damon Hawke’s face turned livid, the veins at his temple throbbing fiercely.

He laughed out of extreme anger, "Elara Don, you’ve really got nerve! You’re not interested in me? Then who are you interested in? Evan Miles? Arthur? Benjamin Harper? Are they all more mature and stable than me, catching your eye?"

The man’s lips twisted into a smile, yet there wasn’t a trace of warmth in his eyes, his tone chillingly cold.

Elara Don felt an unexplainable twinge of fear and guilt, not knowing why she felt this way.

Facing his gaze, she stood her ground and said, "Mr. Hawke, I don’t need to report who I’m interested in to you. I just want to remind you, the company is yours, you better separate personal affairs from business. I have work to finish, I’m going out now."

With that, she turned and left.

Behind her came Damon Hawke’s voice, "Elara Don, you’d better keep your distance from other men, otherwise, I don’t even know what someone as domineering and childish as me will do!"

Elara Don: "..."

This man, he really knows how to draw breath when you call him fat!

Elara Don turned her head to glare at Damon Hawke, "Mr. Hawke, I walk on the straight and narrow, I’m not as indecent as you think! Do whatever you please! Also, don’t come to my home again, otherwise, I don’t mind shutting the door in your face."

Unreasonable stinky man!

Can’t be bothered to deal with him!

Elara Don stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

In the office, Damon Hawke pursed his thin lips into a sharp arc, raising his hand to massage his brow.

What’s happened to him?

Always calm and self-confident, he loses control when he encounters her!

Don’t let him go to her home anymore?

Did she forget that his son is still at her house!

How could they possibly cut all contact!

...

At the hospital.

Leia Quinn walked towards the consultation room after using the restroom.

At a corner, she inadvertently bumped into someone, stepping on their foot.

"Sorry."

Leia Quinn quickly stepped back, apologizing to the person.

"No problem."

The person looked at her, a faint gleam flashing in his eyes.