Richest Mogul

Chapter 1762

A few minutes passed, and Thelma's heart, which had been racing, finally began to calm down. She had just... Her heartbeat was still fast.

Charles' gaze seemed to hold some kind of magic, making it hard for her to look directly at him. His palm felt unusually warm.

Thelma bit her lip, trying to keep herself from thinking any further.

She was now Charles' employee. She couldn't let her thoughts wander, nor could she cause him trouble.

Everyone had a little too much to drink during dinner.

This collaboration had gone exceedingly well. The employees who had come with Joe were all in high spirits. When they first arrived, everyone was nervous, afraid of making mistakes. However, everything was perfectly done.

On the way back to the hotel, Joe pressed his temples.

of the assistants asked quickly, "Do you need anything to help with the

his head,

enough to get him drunk, but his lack of sleep over the past few days was giving him a headache. Besides, he didn't want

person blocking the road up ahead is Beata," one of the employees in the front passenger seat said,

unforgettable, leaving a deep impression on everyone. A single glance at her was

ask Lucas to stop, but he said nothing. Lucas kept going, and the car

car passed right before her, and a wave

ignored her. She could confidently say she had been the most striking woman in the room Countless men had been drawn to her, unable to look away. Yet Joe hadn't

had come here to intercept his car, hoping for a different outcome. But once again,

man. Other men couldn't take their eyes off her, yet Joe treated her as

the person in the passenger seat talking to Joe, but the car didn't stop, making it clear that Joe didn't want

humiliation. She remembered ē boasting to Basil Fuller over ten days ago that she would win

a man I can't conquer," she muttered through clenched