Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

After pausing a few seconds, Christopher continued, "However, at the end of the month, they will find that the situation was different from expected. Shane was not serious when he said he wanted to give everyone a C grade. The two choices he gave was to see whether the negotiation team wanted to give up on the worker who gave the wrong data.

Charlotte shivered, goosebumps appearing all over her arms.

In other words.

After this month, some people in the negotiation group would be given a Grade C for taking revenge, while other people who had actually put in effort would still be given a Grade A. The fate of those people who were given a C grade...

She didn't dare to go further from there. Someone like Shane would never allow them to continue working in NC.

"Smart." Shane used only a word to comment on Christopher.

"After all these years, if I don't understand what you're thinking, who else will?" Christopher said with a smile. However, his words did not seem to mean just that.

Shane's thin lips quirked up and his slender fingers landed on the document. He rubbed his fingers against it a few times, "After this project is over, your name will be on it."

"It's fine, I'm alright with just working behind the scenes."

"Are you sure? This is a big project."

"Of course. Shane, we have never fussed over what's yours and what's mine. What's the point of me wanting reputation?" Christopher asked gently.

Shane raised his eyebrows and said, "It's up to you. If you need money, just tell me."

Christopher patted him on the shoulder with a wider smile and said jokingly, "Your generosity is precisely why I like you that much."

Charlotte remained silent the entire time.

Not that she could not catch up with their conversation.

She was thinking whether Shane made this decision for her sake, or was it his initial decision that had incidentally saved her.

She actually wanted to know about the answer.

However, she was embarrassed and did not dare to ask, afraid to upset him again.

"It's still early. Shane, do you want to go for a swim?" Christopher proposed.

"I'm fine with anything."

"Let's go then. Lottie, why don't you come with us?"

"We're going together?" Charlotte thought.

"She, a secretary, swimming with two chairmen?"

Charlotte regained her composure after recovering from the shock. "Mr Gibson, it's not very appropriate for me to swim with you."

"Why is it not? You're already off work."

"I, I'm not feeling well. Go on without me."

Christopher nodded and didn't force her any further.

Shane. He was also looking at her, but his gaze was

going

Damn it.

to talk to

tomorrow. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she shut the computer down. Just as she was about to lie

back to her senses and picked

down to the

was

Charlotte didn't know why she had

she received

reply to

felt faintly lost with a

up

can function on

didn't reply for the rest of her

the elevator, Charlotte felt her phone vibrate. Almost instantly, she picked up her

worth my time to be

Charlotte was dumbfounded.

not worth his time. Was she not worthy of his time, or was he referring to the incident itself being

the elevator and looked at her

known earlier, I shouldn't have

out of this situation. It

Charlotte arrived at the dining room, Shane had already left, leaving only Christopher

had struck her with a stick. Shane had

mood." Christopher lifted his cup of coffee

Gibson. Don't

you that you don't have to call me Mr Gibson in

by his name, "I'm

I will bring you around this place before heading

and nodded. "Thank you for taking

"Don't mind it."

meal, Christopher asked Charlotte to go with him to a small bar in the hotel to watch a show. Charlotte agreed

much of a

him, Charlotte felt more relaxed than she ever

she thought of buying a drink when she was thirsty, he was

rang her up and called her

walked all the way to Shane's room and

Soon, the door opened.

front of the door. He wore a white T-shirt and a

data used tomorrow, and you must be able to tell me

immediately went into

An hour later.

in the face of such high-intensity

so much effort in checking the data, she wanted to go to bed very badly, let alone memorize the

when

darkened, and the disappointment

Fuller, please give me another ten minutes. I'll try for

can't do it