The Supreme Harvey York

Chapter 5030
Mandy glared at Xynthia. “Kids have no say here! Enough nonsense!”
“You choose-do you want to sleep on the floor in my room, or do you want to sleep in Xynthia’s room instead?” she asked,
looking at Harvey.
Harvey sighed.
“I’m used to sleeping on the floor anyway. I’ll come with you then.”
Harvey followed Mandy into her room, while Xynthia glared gloomily after them.
The bedroom was on a separate floor. With the dim light, the room seemed quite romantic.
Mandy stumbled while she was changing into her slippers. Harvey quickly held her up. As soon as he did, he could feel her
warmth.
Mandy froze, and her breathing grew rapid.
Harvey felt his breath starting to heat up as well. He wasn’t sure if it was getting too romantic, or he was just shy.
Mandy’s beautiful face had become slightly redder as well.
Harvey lifted her up, and took a deep breath before taking a few steps back.
“We haven’t gotten our certificate yet,” he said with a faint smile. “It’d be bad if we stayed in the same room...”
Mandy glared at Harvey, her eyes gloomy and aggressive.
She knew that if she wanted to capture Harvey’s heart so that they could go back to normal, the best way was to make
something happen.
Without a second thought, Mandy gathered her courage. She closed her eyes, waiting for something to happen. However, her
phone suddenly vibrated as soon as Harvey got closer.
Mandy didn’t want to answer the call, but the phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.

Helpless, she glanced at the phone, and finally picked it up. The moment she took the call, her face instantly lost color.
“What?! Master Aung’s dead?!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking.
Harvey frowned; he could tell that this was a scheme. His gaze instinctively shifted towards the John family’s house.
He had no proof, but his instincts told him that this was Blaine’s doing.
Meanwhile, in the Johns’ residence...
Blaine was studying at a picture in his hand. Aung was dead in a ditch, his expression lacced with disbelief and fear.
After a long while, Blaine threw the picture into the furnace. Sparks flew in the air, accompanied by a burning smell.
Kensley approached, and served Blaine a cup of tea. She was frowning.
“I don’t get it, Young Master John. Why does it matter whether Aung dies or not? His existence doesn’t really affect the bigger
picture, does it?” she asked.
“He might not, but this could give us an opportunity,” Blaine said. “Right. If I remember correctly, Darby’s probably out by now,
isn’t he?”
Kensley looked at her phone for a moment. “Darby got bailed out ten minutes ago.”
“Send him word through our sources. Let him know that Harvey and Mandy will show up at the Golden Parlor,” Blaine
commanded.