I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 440 - 297: Death by Obsessive-

Chapter 440: Chapter 297: Death by Obsessive-

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Not long after, today’s protagonist, Samantha, had returned.

The girl was not tall and had short, refreshing hair, with a somewhat childish facial appearance, giving off a very clean impression.

She was also wearing simple, round-framed glasses, and her attire was quite plain. She did not look like a young lady from the influential Samantha family in Oxfordshire, but rather like a student from an ordinary family.

Upon first seeing her in person, Harrison Clark only felt that she looked more like Martha Owen than she did in the photos.

He felt like beating up Ward Owen again.

Really, such a delicate flower was stuck in rich manure. What a decline in social morality, and how unscrupulous.

“Master, this is Samantha. She admires you too,” Ward Owen jovially introduced, holding Samantha’s hand.

Suppressing his jealousy, Harrison Clark nodded solemnly, “Not bad, not bad. Congratulations to both of you.”

“Thankyou, Master!”

Before Ward Owen could respond, Samantha quickly raised her crisp voice in response.

Ward didn’t exaggerate – Samantha genuinely admired Harrison Clark, both academically and artistically. He was like a dual idol to her.

She was particularly interested in the Quantum Programming Concept proposed by Harrison Clark. Upon meeting him, she couldn’t help but gush, addressing him as Master and Teacher left and right, endlessly asking questions like a hundred thousand whys.

Though she appeared quiet, she was actually a lively person – quite impulsive and easygoing.

Without Harrison Clark saying anything, she had already learned from Ward and called him her master.

Earlier, Harrison Clark had wondered how two people with such different appearances could have come together.

Now he understood – it’s true that birds of a feather flock together, and it was all fate.

If Ward hadn’t forcibly dragged her away, Samantha could have spent the entire evening asking questions to Harrison Clark.

As they parted, Samantha struggled to ask if she could directly join Summit Research Institute after finishing her PhD.

Harrison Clark deflected the issue to Rainer, saying that he didn’t handle the specifics at the institute.

It wasn’t until a while later that Ward Owen returned, wiping sweat and looking embarrassed, “Sorry, Master, my wife is just like that, very easygoing, and has no manners. She read so many books that her brain has gone silly.”

Harrison Clark responded irritably, “As if you aren’t easygoing yourself. Have you read many books?”

Upon recalling his own process of becoming close to the master, Ward Owen felt that he and his wife were quite similar.

“Alright, alright, go focus on your own business, as today you are the protagonist, and you don’t need to worry about me,” said Harrison Clark.

As everyone present was part of their group, there wasn’t any need for excessive formalities. They just sat together, chatted, exchanged red envelopes, and gave small gifts.

Harrison Clark, accompanied by Julia Lambert and Rainer, mingled and spoke to everyone about the recent events, stabilizing their morale.

Then he chatted casually with Leah Clark, Jenny Hart, and others to maintain relationships.

In the end, he couldn’t refuse Adam Martin’s enthusiasm, and only realized after the fact that he had promised another song to Jenny Hart.

Feeling overwhelmed, Mr. Clark finally understood Bella Ross’s previous evaluation of Adam Martin, “Very warm and good at networking.”

People nearby, like Leah Clark, envied Jenny Hart’s good fortune in having such a skilled manager, able to communicate so smoothly with Harrison Clark and accomplish tasks that seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven for others.

Leah began to ponder whether she should also have an assistant in the same style as Adam Martin, as a countermeasure.

Lucy Haywood contemplated whether she should change her style and pursue a more androgynous approach. Maybe then, her plan to have a child would have a chance.

Otherwise, her boss seemed to be increasingly aloof, and there would no longer be any hope if she didn’t put in more effort.

Then came the banquet, and the chefs in charge were all from Whale Group’s star hotels – their cooking skills were extraordinary, and the dishes were beautifully presented and delicious.

At the lively banquet, Ward Owen jumped up and down, overjoyed and losing his composure, drinking quite a bit.

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As the banquet ended, people chatted and sang and danced every now and then. Many of the attendees were true karaoke kings and queens, creating a peak karaoke experience.

Harrison Clark was even encouraged to sing duets with Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, and Lucy Haywood.

Although his voice was mediocre, he now had flawless pitch. Backed by professional singers, his performance was decent.

He even sang two “new songs” on the spot that he had promised to Jenny Hart and Leah Clark.

Such live performances brought the atmosphere to its peak, as though he were a king of the music world – almost leading to his unintentional debut.

By the time the revelry had reached its peak, it was already past nine o’clock at night.

Ward Owen gathered everyone together to invite them to raise their glasses for a toast.

Actually, Ward had already had a bit to drink at noon, but that was just social drinking. Tonight he was truly joyous, drinking with everyone he met, and by now he had become quite intoxicated and slurred his speech.

“So, uh, *hic*… My master and dear brothers and sisters, thank you all. Today I’m happy – truly happy! But I have something to share. People think that I’m wealthy and lead a very enviable life. But actually, everyone knows me -1, Ward Owen, am quite simple.” freёweɓnovel.com

“There are only two things I want in life. One is to sing, the other is to marry Samantha. I’ve been hoping for this since I was five years old. Now, both my dreams have come true, and the person I want to thank the most is my master, Harrison Clark! I want to toast you first, Master! Master, down it! You must drink this glass!”

Drunk and arrogant, Ward Owen even dared to force Harrison Clark to drink..