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.

event this time was relatively simple. After it was over, Charlotte still had a few hours

was packing her stuff, Avery stopped her. "I heard you used to work at the NC

Gossip?

She felt helpless.

the NC company. However,

NC Company had a

related to future technologies. It was mainly about computer

huge amount of

funds and the team will research on

who was in charg of this project.

of this happening between competing companies never within their

this, Charlotte's heart tightened. "What if Shane

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

smiled bitterly

there was any way to help Shane but she managed to

hands and said, "Christopher and I went

She was silent.

you wanted to ask me if there was any

you know?"

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

she that obvious? Charlotte touched her

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

Lottie

help you, but

kind of a

Rick. I want to work with

The manicurist...

event on Rick's behalf. It was about immigrant manicurists who were

as

"What?"

that Charlotte came back to her

offer but he had already gone

Forget it.

she was

Back at River City.

busy sorting out the final details and personally going

or six days

was looking over the final details when Braden and Anne

Charlotte asked when she heard

to a "thank

go? That has

his help, you cried

know what to

got on your knees. He only helped Shane for your

Charlotte stood up and slammed the files

Avery Hart...

have worms in

if he was

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