Facade of Love

Chapter 232 Charlies Yates Took the Initiative to Talk to You?

Unwilling to admit the truth, I firmly decided to stick to my story and not engage in further conversation with him.

As it was late at night and I was already exhausted from the day’s events, I went straight to bed to sleep.

Fortunately, Idris did not continue to inquire but simply sighed softly and settled down on the makeshift bed on the floor.

The night passed without any other incident.

The next day, I was awakened by the ringing of my phone. Groggy, I answered the call without checking who it was and mumbled, “Hello.”

A cool male voice came from the other end, “Ms. Scott, it’s me, Charlie.”

Charlie?

Startled for a few seconds, my mind suddenly cleared. I cleared my throat and spoke into the phone, “Mr. Yates, hello.”

The person on the other end seemed to be in a good mood, his voice slightly magnetic as he spoke, “I’m sorry for calling you so early. Did I disturb your rest?”

I shook my head, then realized he could not see me, and said into the phone, “No, it’s about time to get up. Do you… need something?”

“Yes,” he replied. His pleasant voice continued, “I’m looking to invest in something here in Lake City. Last night, I met with a leader from the city construction department, and he mentioned you’re considering taking over a project in Avaloria of Lake City. I just arrived here and don’t want to spread myself too thin. I was wondering if you’d be interested in partnering with me to take on all the projects in Avaloria?”

Originally, I wanted to talk to him about this matter to see if we could reach an agreement, but I never expected that he would

great, Mr. Yates. Where are you? Let’s meet and talk about

seemed to chuckle softly before responding, “I’m

A low, slightly hoarse voice suddenly

I looked up and saw Idris getting up from the floor at the foot of the bed. He looked at me groggily and asked. “Why are they

hoarse and pleasant as ever.

in the Old Manor last night and slept in

choice but to say to Charlie on the phone, “Mr. Yates, please

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you mine, and we can

man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before speaking again, “Did

my

not gauge his emotions through the phone,

narrowed, watched me intently. His voice was low and composed as he asked, “Mr. Yates? Charlie Yates?”

to discuss a collaboration on several projects in Avaloria.”

eyes growing inscrutable. After a moment,

I

a knock at the door, followed by Charles‘ voice, “Mr. Young,

voice

up and asked,