The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House-Chapter 111: 21. Leader of the Kintner Survival Camp

People didn’t fully grasp the extent of Cherry’s superhuman strength.

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Frankly, it seemed Cherry herself wasn’t entirely aware of her limits.

Harrison had no idea where Chairman Sinclair had obtained the supplements he gave her, but he clearly remembered one thing the Chairman had said at the time:

"Those supplements seem to suit Cherry well."

Harrison had found the phrasing odd. Most people would say a supplement "agrees with someone’s body," not that it "suits them well."

"This is a drug anyone would covet," the Chairman had continued. "But it’s not something just anyone can handle. It was specially made for Cherry."

The words were cryptic and left Harrison puzzled.

Why these comments from Chairman Sinclair were surfacing in his mind now, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps the memory was triggered by the letter left by Baron Ruskin to Vanilla.

Two key points stood out from the Chairman’s words.

First, the drug Cherry consumed wasn’t something just anyone could digest; it was specifically tailored for her.

‘Did Chairman Sinclair know the world would turn out like this?’

Even if the supplements were obtained for Cherry’s benefit, Harrison couldn’t shake the fear of potential side effects.

If anything were to happen to Cherry, not even the fact that Chairman Sinclair had saved him from his miserable life would make Harrison forgive him.

The second point was the mention of "that person."

‘Who is this “person” he referred to?’

If Chairman Sinclair had someone he addressed with such reverence, could they have been a noble?

As a family lawyer, Harrison knew a lot about Chairman Sinclair’s connections, yet he couldn’t guess who the mysterious "person" might have been.

"What do you think it means to ‘find Segrave’?"

Cherry’s voice broke the silence as she leaned back lazily on the salon sofa.

Harrison, who had been poring over a map of Brunel, looked up.

"Segrave. Are we seriously entertaining the idea that they exist?"

Cherry muttered as she scratched her belly over her dress.

Cherry had no qualms about acting unrefined in front of him, showing none of the decorum expected of a lady. This hadn’t always been the case. She used to be shy and bashful around him, at least until he married Isabella.

"There you are," came a sharp voice from the salon entrance.

Harrison didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Ethan Duncan Lancaster.

Cherry sprang to her feet and adjusted her dress. Harrison shut his book, raising his elegant eyebrows in visible disapproval.

But Ethan ignored Harrison entirely, giving him only a brief nod before focusing his attention on Cherry.

"What’s with the sudden formality? Relax," Ethan said, settling into the seat beside Cherry with a grin in his voice.

Harrison noticed the unusually gentle way Ethan was looking at her.

This was not the same Ethan who had once dug into both Cherry’s and Harrison’s pasts, hunting for evidence to incriminate them. What was with those overly sentimental eyes now?

"Are you trying to get on my good side?"

"Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I?" Cherry shot back.

"Then why the sudden fuss? You were perfectly at ease in front of Howard, but now you’re all proper."

"Because I can’t show weakness. Our dear lawyer and you aren’t the same, are you?"

Cherry’s comment seemed to soothe the tension in Harrison’s brows.

It was only then that Ethan’s gaze shifted to Harrison. Unlike the warmth he’d shown Cherry, his eyes were cold and indifferent. Not that Harrison cared; the feeling was mutual.

"So, you’re worried about showing me any weaknesses? I thought we were partners. I’m hurt," Ethan said, feigning offense.

"Oh, really? Since when? You’re the one who treated me like a criminal. Do you want a criminal as your partner?"

"I don’t recall saying that. Still, if the criminal is Miss Cherry, I suppose I wouldn’t mind. Would that make us accomplices?"

"What a terrifying thing to say!"

"Already gathered, have you? So lively this morning," came another voice from the entrance.

Nox Cornell Ludfisher had arrived.

With Ethan seated on Cherry’s left, Nox naturally took the spot to her right. The sofa looked uncomfortably cramped, prompting Harrison to finally speak up.

"There’s room over here."

Both men grimaced immediately.

"I don’t want to sit next to a man."

"I’m just used to sitting here."

The first comment came from Nox, the second from Ethan. Harrison placed his clasped hands on his lap, clearly annoyed.

"Get lost, all of you," Cherry said, exasperated. But neither man budged.

Finally, Cherry stood abruptly and moved to sit beside Harrison. Seeing the shocked expressions on Nox and Ethan’s faces brought a smug smile to Harrison’s lips.

How dare they covet a Sinclair heiress?

Of course, Harrison conveniently ignored the fact that Nox was the youngest son of the esteemed Ludfisher Marquisate and a renowned physician, while Ethan was the heir to the Lancaster Dukedom and a promising police officer.