Vastnine spent the entire <b>day </b>on edge, hovering around Charlotte’sollier,
She tried everything apologizing, pleading, exining but charlotte didn’t budge.
No matter how patital she got, there wasn’t even at that chalotte would drop the case,
Yasmine was one step away from dropping to <b>her </b>knees.
-Miss Riley, please! hist let use of the book. Pretend I’m nothing just get convicted and lose myw license, my life is overl
“1’ll do anything, I’ll work for you, serve you. I’ll be your assistant, <b>your </bter, whatever you want!”
Charlotte stared at her coldly.
“No need
She gave her a pat on the shoulder, tone casual.
“Miss Carter, there are hundreds of professions in the world. You don’t have to be <b>a </bwyer to seed. If your license gets revoked, just switch careers. I believe in you. Good luck!”
After work, Charlotte walked out of thew firm behind a group of coworkers.
Suddenly, a female colleague tugged her sleeve and whispered excitedly, “oh my God–look over there. Total heartthrob alert!”
The other women in the group were already murmuring among themselves<b>, </b>all staring In the same direction
Charlotte followed their gaze <b>and </b>froze
was Sean
Tall, strikingly handsome, with broad shoulders and long legs, he looked like <b>a </b>walking Amant campaign. The simple ck coat he wore somehow looked even better on him than it did <b>on </b>the runway model in the ad.
He <b>leaned </b>casually <b>against </b>the car, talking on the phone.
It waste autumn<b>, </b>and the streetlights had alreadye on. The wann yellow light hit his sharp side profile–high–bridged nose, clean jawline–softening the chill of his usual expression
As il sensing her gaze, Sean turned and <b>looked </b>directly at her
Their eyes met <b>across </b>the parking lot. He ended his call and began walking toward her.
The women around Charlotte practically squealed.
“Oh my <b>God</b><b>, </b><b>le’s </b><bing </b>this way!”
*I’m freaking out. If I’d we’d run into someone like this, I would’ve at least done my maked, Now I <b>don’t </b>even dare say hi.”
<b>“</b><b>Girl</b>, even with makrop, what’s the point? That kind of guy way out of our league.”
In just a few steps, Sean was standing in front of charlotte.
She <b>could </b>hear her coworkers gasp behind her.
“Lan’s hosting a get–together, Sean sald in his low, maic voice. “<b>Lena </b>and Mia will be there. I’m here to take you. ”
His voice was deep, smooth, and dangerously get. It was the kind of voler that could kill <b>softly</b>.
All <b>eyes </b>were undurletlenow
Mesniled and tumed to her colleagues.
The group collectively widened their eyes, jaws practically on the floor.
so this was the mysterious “sugardaddy” everyone had been going about? The one driving a <b>Rolls</b>–<b>Royce </b>Cullinant
Everyone had pictured some older, sleazy–looking rich guy.
But this man — tall, confident, ridiculously handsome looked like he had stepped straight off a movie set. Honestly, he was better looking than most actors.
Int moment, everyone came to the same conclusion “Dossip <b>is </b>just goup Yourally can’t believe a word <b>of </b>it.”
Que by our, her coworkers began offeringplim and congrattions, their faces full of awe and eury
Inside the private dining room, Charlotte told Sean what had been going on at work.
<b>+25 </b>Bonus
nyen kow why everyone looked so shocked when they saw you?” she said. “Some coworkers saw or getting out of your car and started spreading rumors. They <b>said </b>I was some rich man’s mistress, iming my sugar daddy was old, sleazy, and gross<b>.</b>”
can’s expression darkened immediately, his gaze fuming sharp.
“They what?”
“Mhm “Charlotte’s tone was calm. “not it’s handled. You don’t need to worry.”
What the hell?” an eximed. “Someone actually said that about you? That you were being kept by some sleazy old man?”
He looked outraged.
“Charlotte, why didn’t you tell us someone was messing with you?”
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