The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice

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Chapter 118

Cory finally managed to control the raging fire in the kitchen, but as soon as he emerged, he saw that

the living room was ablaze.

He was

was dumbfounded, wondering if Harriet was the incarnation of Hephaestus.

Wherever she went, fire would break out.

The fire grew larger, and the situation was spiraling out of control. Even Cory couldn’t do anything

about it. In the end, he led everyone to retreat to the villa’s entrance and wait for the firefighters to

arrive and

rescue them.

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After a short while, the fire truck arrived on the island, and the firefighters quickly extinguished the fire.

Then they began to admonish and educate those involved. “You need

to be careful when using fire. Make sure all valves are closed

properly. It’s so dangerous. If we hadn’t arrived in time, this house. would have been gone.”

Harriet lowered her head, continuously admitting her mistake.

The servants were also relieved.

They had been working on the island for many years and had never encountered such a big fire before.

And the fire was caused by the homeowners themselves.

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It was truly unbelievable.

After the firefighters left, Harriet threw herself into Delbert’s arms.

“Delbert, it was so scary. I thought our home was going to be lost!”

Am I useless?

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“Don’t cry, darling. It was just a momentary slip, and besides, I was there with you.” Delbert consoled

her gently, glancing at his now. unrecognizably burnt billion dollar worth villa.

Harriet’s safety was what really mattered.

He looked down and saw Harriet crying beyond herself. She sniffed and looked pitiful.

Delbert’s heart softened, and he didn’t mind his suit jacket getting stained.

“It’s just a villa. Don’t cry. I’m rich enough to buy ten villas like this,” he said, wiping away her tears.

Harriet, tearful and intermittent in her voice, asked, “Delbert, aren’t you

mad at me for being clumsy?”

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“You were not mad at me for not knowing how to cook,” Delbert said, touching her head. “The villa is

ruined, but we’ll rebuild it. It’s okay.”

As the president of the Carlson Group, he earned more in a day an most did in a lifetime, but he was

never frivolous. That was w stood out among the successors and inherited the company.

His calm reaction surprised all the servants.

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‘The villa is burned down, but Mr. Delbert remains composed. Did Miss Harriet put him under a spell?’

They wondered.

“But we have nowhere to live now!” Harriet said, clinging tightly to

Delbert.

She hoped that, in the afterlife, she could still have such a rich, loving husband.

The villa had to be reconstructed, and they couldn’t live there anymore. ey couldn’t live there anymore.

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