Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte couldn't be stoic in front of Shane. Before him, she couldn't help but be affected...

Charlotte clutched the corner of her top and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Are you sure?"

"I..."

"There's no rush."

Shane lay down on the beach chair next to her, and his thin lips curled up slightly.

Charlotte swept a look over his face from the corner of her eye before she withdrew her gaze. She closed her eyes and faced the sunlight.

It was his duty to help her.

Charlotte had not yet mulled over these words carefully. What she cared about was the hidden meaning behind these words. Would she accept it or not?

Since she returned home, she had not made it clear who had helped her. Whether it was Shane or Rick, she was still a subordinate. In other words, they all shared similar interests, and it could not be determined who had helped whom.

When she was working with them, she had never thought about using their connections to deal with Elaine and regain the Emerson Corporation.

But this matter with Sheryl made her feel anxious.

The best way to prevent others from hurting her was to take the initiative to attack.

That was what Charlotte was thinking in her mind.

River City.

In a noisy bar.

Zoe finally arrived at the bar after moving through the crowds of people. She took out Shane's VIP card and said, "I am Zoe Watson. Where is Peter Brown?"

"He's in a private room, number 713." The bartender answered respectfully, "Mr. Fuller's honored guest, let me take you there."

"No, I'll go by myself. If there is a disturbance later, please call the police immediately."

"Okay, we are very professional in this aspect."

Zoe put away the VIP card and walked to the private room numbered 713.

This bar was called Bacchanalia. Shane had invested in it before, and now it made average profits. After all, the higher-ups had already said that it was understandable that the bar's business would not be good during these special times.

Room 713 was in a secluded corner. It could accommodate about 30 people. It was a private room only for VIPs.

Peter hadn't explained the situation to her and only told her to go to Room 713 to save him.

Zoe reached out and pushed the door open.

There were many people there.

she found Christopher sitting conspicuously in a single glance, she was slightly

is Christopher

felt a warmth on her arm. She turned

this Peter Brown?"

fancy glasses, very hipster clothes. His hair was dyed

you dressed like

here today to make a deal for our new shipping project, but I didn't expect them to

found that they were a few people who wore more casual clothes and looked like

at all. She grabbed Peter's

here whenever you want and bring someone out. Who do you

yellow-haired man pointed at her and Peter, and several bodyguards immediately

pushed Zoe behind him, but his arms and

was to develop web security. He did not

took out the VIP card that

stunned.

"What of it?"

this fellow can't." The yellow-haired man pointed to Peter. "Our boss said that

for Peter because they knew that Shane was

She just took out her phone from her pocket, dialed

for Cole," was all Shane

vacation

with Shane. Cole said that he would bring people here soon. In this way, Zoe did not have

them found seats and

at you this

of

"Yes, it's that person."

pointed, only to find that

"An old acquaintance."

know that his name is Christopher Gibson, and I

you just

can conclude that you both have a history. But

like men who gossiped. She frowned and ignored

arm and said, "If you don't have a history with him, can

immediately pulled her

confessing my

not taken aback. She was just

great potential, but he was a full three years younger than her. She never thought about dating someone, let alone falling in love with a man who was younger than her. Zoe rejected him. "Sorry,

you must have very

he tried, it was impossible to change the fact that he

Soon.

some people with him as

group saw Cole, they became

hated those who bullied the weak

absent-mindedly glanced in

looked very gloomy and was not as energetic as before. He drank cups of wine one after another. It seemed