They discussed most of the details throughout the meal. Braden had a feeling he was more concerned for this matter than Shane.

It was Shane's wedding but Braden spent more time and effort on this than his own.

This was so messed up.

It was already eleven o'clock when they finished.

"Why don't I send you home?" Braden turned to the man beside him.

"I'm going to the company."

"Are you kidding me? You're dragging me to work at this hour?"

"Drive me there and you can go home. Give me a text if Charlotte's home."

Braden was stunned. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Do you have to do that? That's Rick's house, they can do anything behind the curtains. You can't control hormones, can you?" Shane glared at him coldly.

Braden squirmed uneasily, then added boldly, "I don't care what you think. You can be with whoever you like but we have to win Christopher in the bidding this time."

"Yes."

"So? I'll send you back to the company?" Braden gritted his teeth and asked, "You'll just sleep in the office. Why don't you go home since you have nothing to do?"

"It's too cold."

Braden was startled by his answer. He felt sad for him and stopped probing further.

It wasn't his place to ask about their relationship either. Besides, it seemed Shane sincerely wanted to marry Tiffany...

Maybe he no longer cared about Charlotte.

After the new year, the contract with Avery has officially started.

Charlotte was completely buried by work. From time to time, she had to go on business trips so Anne and Braden will help babysit Sheryl.

Braden liked to bring the kid to her father's company whenever it was his turn to babysit.

Needless to say, Sheryl was also quite willing to go.

As long as no one told Charlotte, she wouldn't know.

It was a little past four o'clock in the afternoon, she finally had time to order some takeout.

Avery took out a bottle of toner and handed it to her when he noticed how hard she was working. "Look at yourself. You don't even have the time to eat. I'm sure you don't have the time for skincare. Take this, don't embarrass me in the meeting later."

"Thank you." Charlotte didn't think of this.

Her face had indeed slimmed down a little.

Avery rubbed his temples and rolled his eyes, "As a woman, can you take better care of yourself?"

Charlotte was speechless.

The both of them stayed up late but Avery was in much better shape than her.

Life was so unfair.

the event this time was relatively simple. After it was over, Charlotte

you used to work at the NC company. I

Gossip?

She felt helpless.

However, Avery

Company had

technologies. It was mainly about computer chips and Al as well as today's new

a huge amount of money, planning

the team will

in charg of this project. So they had to

only heard of this happening between

heart tightened. "What if Shane can't get a hold of

speak on the project. But it's pointless anyway, Shane won't be able

smiled bitterly to

way to help

said, "Christopher and I went to the same school. I have quite the gossip on

She was silent.

me if there was any way to help Shane

know?"

said, "Woman, your thoughts are written on your face. Don't

that obvious? Charlotte

face. "Your face is saying, 'I'm worried about Shane. What

Lottie immediately

over. As for me, I can help you, but you have to do me a favor in

of a

quite interested in Rick. I want to work with him. Specifically on

The manicurist...

about immigrant manicurists who were oppressed

as you. You'll arrange my request with Rick and I'll talk

"What?"

moment that Charlotte came back to her

offer but he had already gone to book the

Forget it.

that she was

Back at River City.

busy sorting out the final details and

flash, five or six

was looking over the final details when Braden and Anne came to

Charlotte asked when

to a "thank you dinner"

I go? That has nothing to do with

his help, you cried

know

He only helped Shane for

up and slammed the files on

Avery Hart...

he have worms in his

he was the

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