Charlotte wasn’t ready to let it go. “There’s no rough timeline? Not even a guess?”
*If I had to say,” Sean replied<b>, </b>“probably when you were in high school. That time Drie Lee was bothering you. I punched him, and that’s when it hit me. I realized. there was something different about how I felt about you.”
Charlotte used her lips. “Wow. You <b>really </b>kept it hidden.”
Sean reached out and gently ruffled her soft hair. “thad to wait for you to grow up<b>.</b>”
A hint of sadness flickered in his eyes. “Right after you <b>graduated </b>college, I went to your <b>dad </b><b>to </b>propose an engagement. But you didn’t want it. You even ran away! from <b>home</b><b>.</b>”
Charlotte looked away, guilty, and muttered, “I thought my dad was sacrificing me for thepany. I didn’t low you’d been nning this all along. You never told me! I was so wronged.”
Sean suddenly put on a pitiful expression. “Ow… my wound hurts.”
Charlotte panicked <b>and </b>immediately leaned in to check the injury on his waist. “What happened? Did <b>you </b>bump it? should call the mutse?”
But before she could react, Sean pulled her into <b>his </b>arms and rested his chin on the <b>top </b>of her head. His voice was low and soft. “It doesn’t hurt when I’m holding
Charlotte let out a softugh. “y<b>, </b>now you’re just messing with me.
“I’m not,” Sean said<b>, </b>gently stroking her smooth hair. “It really hurts. But if you stay <b>right </b>here and let me hold you, 1l feel better. *
Charlotte buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent
Meanwhile<b>, </b>Zar had just returned from a dinner meeting. As he walked <b>through </b>the hotel lobby, someone suddenly called his name.
“Zac Gibson.”
He turned toward the voice and saw a young woman he didn’t recognize.
She was dressed head to toe in designer brands.
“Do I know <b>you</b><b>?</b>” Zac asked, puzzled. He took a few steps closer. “Have we met?
The woman leaned back against the couch, tilting her head slightly to look at him. “We’re about to
Zar sat down across from her. And you are?
She smiled. “Vivian Kander. The adopted daughter of the Jasper family.”
“The Jasper family?” Zac’s brow furrowed, “You mean Sean <b>Jasper’s </b>family?”
“That’s digle.” Vivian’s smile <b>widened</b>. “<b>Ever </b>thought about working with me?”
Zac raised <b>an </b>eyebrow “What kind of ‘work<b>‘</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
She leaned forward slightly, her voice calin and calcted. “Breaking up Sean and Chadarte.”
Zac narrowed his <b>eyes </b>at her. “And why should I trust you?”
<b>Vivian </b>let out a quietugh. Because I’m in love with Seau. No one <b>wants </b>to tear them apart more than I do<b>. </b>
she slida business card arrows the table “I know yourpany’s been looking for investors call this guy he’ll invest in the Gibson Corporation
She <b>added</b><b>, </b>“the conditionis, you work with me <b>to </b>split them up. “
Zac nced at the card, then sneered, “Even without your money, I’d do whatever it takes to break them apart. Charlotte belongs to me
<b>Vivian </b>smirked “Then Mr. Gibson, stull we call it a deal?
Zac Lapped the <b>card </b>thoughtfully “Let me verify your identity first. Then I’ll get back to you
are “Vivian beld out her phone with a casual smile. “Here–can my contact. Text me anytime.”
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