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.

a single glance, she was

is Christopher

her head and looked for Peter in the crowd. Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her arm. She turned sideways and was shocked to

Peter Brown?"

hipster clothes. His hair was

are you

shipping project, but I didn't expect them to stop me from leaving."

over and found that they were a few people who wore more casual clothes and looked like gangsters. They were

grabbed Peter's hand and was going to take

beautiful, you can't come in here whenever you want and

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

Zoe behind him, but his arms and legs

develop web security. He did not want to get involved in this drama. He had only come

took out the VIP card that Shane had

was stunned. "Are you Shane

"What of it?"

pointed to Peter. "Our

they make trouble for Peter because they knew

her phone from her pocket, dialed Shane's number,

was all

on a vacation

call with Shane. Cole said that he would bring

of them found seats

of the party seems to have been looking at you this whole time."

host of

"Yes, it's that person."

Peter's finger pointed, only to find

"An old acquaintance."

that his name is Christopher Gibson, and I

didn't you just say

to see your reaction. From his gaze, I can conclude that you both have a history.

didn't like men who gossiped. She frowned and ignored

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

immediately pulled

confessing my

was not taken aback.

She never thought about dating someone, let alone falling in love with a man who was younger than her. Zoe rejected

you

was impossible to change

Soon.

some people with him

and his group saw Cole, they

them coldly. She hated those who

absent-mindedly glanced

He drank cups of wine one after another.