After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 878: Let Me Introduce You to Someone

But there was no need to share this matter with Isabella Weaver and cause her worry. Even Harry Hunter was surprised by how deeply Austin Winters was entangled with the KS Organization.

Tucker Seal must hold a very high position in this organization and wield great power, which is why Austin Winters can be so unafraid.

However, Austin Winters has gotten smarter lately, no longer making public appearances, and hasn’t even sought out Alexander Parker, as if he has vanished from the world. He’s only been instructing his subordinates to handle affairs, and he’s even been supporting someone to contend with Evan Lewis for control of the Lewis Clan Group.

No one knows if there are any of Austin Winters’ people in Star Region Group. Harry Hunter believes there are, but the tactics are so formidable that those lurking within haven’t dared to show their faces, remaining well-disguised and yet to be exposed.

No matter how much Harry Hunter pondered these thoughts, he never spoke of them, choosing instead to chat about trivial matters with her, making her laugh.

The household stereo still played soft piano music, with Isabella Weaver saying it was for prenatal education, to nurture musical sensibilities in the child early on.

Harry Hunter certainly wouldn’t oppose this. Now, almost every night, he’d sing lullabies to her. She thought it was to soothe the little one in her belly, but in fact, it was Isabella whom Harry wanted to soothe.

She loved listening, and each time she listened, she’d quickly fall asleep, causing Harry to doubt his singing skills somewhat.

Could it be that his singing sounded like a lullaby?

Harry watched as his sweet wife slept soundly in his arms. He gently kissed her belly and, while holding her slender waist, mused on how she wasn’t afraid of her waist becoming thick. She insisted on having a child.

Aren’t girls supposed to be vain?

It seemed she didn’t care about these things.

Harry kissed her once more, then laid back on the pillow, embracing her into sleep.

But the next morning, he heard Isabella Weaver exclaiming in front of the mirror, "I’ve gained weight! I can’t button my old dresses! What am I going to do, what am I going to do!"

Harry laughed; so she cared after all!

"I don’t think you’ve gained weight. You look just like before. The dress must’ve shrunk. I’ll buy you a few new dresses to wear."

He truly knew how to comfort someone, even though she had indeed put on weight.

Isabella Weaver felt helpless, but it didn’t seem like a good time to diet now.

Luckily, she hadn’t gained too much weight and could still manage to control it.

Many actresses only gain belly weight when pregnant, quickly recovering their figures after childbirth, while their babies grow up healthy, active, and intelligent. It shows that, with scientifically managed diets, everything can be fine.

After breakfast, Harry Hunter, as usual, drove her to the company. This time, he didn’t just drop her off at the building entrance but directly escorted her to her office, lingering for a while before leaving.

After he left, Isabella Weaver strolled around in the little flat leather shoes Harry had arranged for her that morning.

First, she went to the design department to discuss design topics, then checked on recent sales figures in the sales department to understand any existing issues, and later visited the watch department to look at new sample models.

The morning flew by, and before she knew it, it was already noon.

Harry Hunter was hardly at ease with her working and specifically came over at noon to have lunch with her, ensuring she was completely fine and rosy-cheeked, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let’s go, I’ve booked a restaurant. We’ll have lunch together, and by the way, I’ll introduce you to someone."

Isabella Weaver was extremely curious, "Who?

"It’s a secret for now."

Harry Hunter smiled, took her hand, and led her to a luxuriously decorated European-style restaurant.

There were hardly any people in the restaurant; it was incredibly quiet, with golden walls, dark red carpets, white-gray marble tables, and bright, spotless large floor-to-ceiling windows.

As Isabella Weaver followed Harry Hunter inside, she felt as if she had stepped into a palace, luxurious like a venue for hosting top-tier diplomatic guests.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was a person, who turned their head to look at them upon hearing the sound.