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.

quickly, "Do you need anything to help with the hangover,

head, "No,

him drunk, but his lack of sleep over the past few days was

up ahead is Beata," one of the employees in the front passenger seat

impression on everyone. A single glance at

but he said nothing. Lucas kept

her, and a wave of disappointment hit her

at the dinner, Joe had completely 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 spared her a single glance. A few seconds of attention would have made her feel her effort

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

but question if Joe was even truly a man. Other men couldn't take their eyes off her, yet Joe treated her as if she were some kind

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

to Basil Fuller over ten days ago that she would win Joe over. She hadn't anticipated that Joe wouldn't fall for her usual

a man I can't conquer," she muttered