Zac stared into the sunlight streaming through the window, his eyes lowered. His voice was hoarse and low.
“Charlotte.”
Eugene’s voice jumped an octave <b>in </b>surprise.
“<b>What</b>?charlotte? She’s getting engaged? To who?”
“It doesn’t matter who,” Zac said, his toneced with obsessive intensity. “I won’t let her many that man. She belongs to me. I’ll win her back”
“Uh…” Eugene was momentarily speechless<b>, </b>stunned by what he was hearing
After <b>a </b>long <b>pause</b>, he <b>cautiously </b><b>asked</b>, “zac… don’t you think thus is kind of wrong?”
Zac gave a <b>cold</b>, bitteugh.
“Mocality? I don’t care about morality. I just want her back by my side,”
Eugene waspletely <b>at </b>a loss.
“Seriously<b>, </b>dude?” he thought.
”
When Charlotte was with Zac, he treated her like a <b>stand</b>–in. The moment <b>his </b>first love came back, he tossed <b>Charlotte </b><b>aside </b><b>and </b>started messing <b>around</b>.
Now she had finally moved on and was about to get engaged <b>and </b>suddenly, he wanted to y the heartbroken romantic?
Saving he didn’t care about morality and he just wanted her by his side?
Unbelievable.
Absolutely insane
Eugene opened his mouth, speechless, then let out a long sigh.
*Zac, stealing someone else’s fiancée Isn’t exactly something I’ve done before, so I’m not really qualified to give advice. Different field, different rules. Anyway… good luck. I <b>guess</b>.”
Over the weekend at Brightwood Residences, Sean cooked lunch for Charlotte.
she said, “I made ns with a few coworkers to visit <b>a </b>colleague in the hospital this afternoon.”
After they ate, she
<b>“</b>The one who was injured in that knife attack a while ago<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Charlotte </b>nodded. “Yeah. A few of us from the <b>litigation </b>team are going. We’re going to stop by and get some flowers, fruit, and supplements on the <b>way</b>.”
Sean <b>said</b><b>, </b>“I have my assistant handle that”
Charlotte didn’t tom him down. “Alright.”
Sam arrived
to <b>pick </b>her up.
“Mr. Jasper<b>, </b>here are the flower baskets, fruit, and supplements <b>you </b><b>asked </b>for,” he said, opening the trunk of the Cullinan SUV. Everything Charlotte needed was there<b>. </b>
Sean <b>nodded</b>. “Good.
<b>“</b>Thank you, Sam,” <b>Charlotte </b>sald with a warm mile.
Sam returned the smile. “It’s trouble <b>at </b>all.”
Fultero minutester<b>, </b>the Cullinan pulled up in front <b>of </b>the hospital.
Charlotte <b>stepped </b>out of the car <b>and </b>walled to the back to get the gift baskets.
just as the Cullinan drove all, someone <b>called </b>out to wr
“Well, well, Misa Riley. Did see that right? You just stepped <b>out </b><b>of </b><b>a </b>Rolls–<b>Royce</b>?”
Charlotte frowned, “So what if I did?”
Yasmine gave her <b>a </b>strange, sancastle senile.
<b>“</b>Didn’t think <b>you </b>had it in you, Missley.”
Her male coworker, Willy Kennedy, leaned in with a gossipy edn.
‘Wio was that guy just now?”
<b>1/2 </b>
Charlotte answered honestly. “My boyfriend ”
“Boyfriend?”
17* <b>Yasmine </bughed mockingly
+25 Bonus
Charlotte ignored her weird tone, picked up the baskets<b>, </b>and walked off.
“I’m going to see Mr. Zimmer.
As Charlotte walked away, Tasmine stated after her, whispering to<b>, </b>“That guy in the Rolls? Definitely her sugar daddy. Who knew Charlotte was being kept<b>?</b>”
<b>willy</b>, another <b>gossip</b><b>, </b>nodded quickly.
“Yeah, that exins it. I was wondering how she could afford to treat the entire firm to dinner at Sushi Kimura. That <b>meal </b>had to cost nearly $100,000, and she didn’t even blink of course–it’s the man behind her footing the bill.”
Yasmine’s expression twisted with disdain,
“Total disgrace to the profession”
It was Monday attemoon at S&G Law Firm. ?
Just before the workday ended. Yvonne, the department superitur, walked over to Charlotte’s desk and handed her a file.
lette, nomnally these case negotiations fall under the business team, but as you know, being <b>a </b>goodwyer means bowing how to negotiate. It’s a key sill, and sometimes <b>it’s </b>best to handle things yourself. I’ve <b>got </b>a case I need you to talkthrough with a client.“
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