Chapter 333 Confrontation
Charles deeply abhorred Yareli.
If it weren’t for his worry for Frances, he wouldn’t have come over.
Frances uttered, “If you’re not going, I will.”
“All right, Granny. I’ll go.” Left with no choice, Charles turned and left.
Frances heaved a long sigh.
Her body was getting weaker.
She supposed she would have to hand over the Yoeger family to Charles as soon as possible.
Charles headed to Gizem’s ward.
In truth, he had a lot of questions for her.
When he arrived, Gizem happened to be resting.
“Come in,” she responded calmly after she heard knocking on the door.
Charles opened the door and entered the room.
Gizem raised a brow. “It’s you?”
He began impassively, “What did you do to Yareli?”
“Ha!” Gizem sneered. “Why don’t you ask what she did to me?”
Charles stared intently at her. “I actually don’t really care for any of that. I have other questions for you.”
In fact, he didn’t care if Yareli lived or died.
Gizem looked at him. “What questions?”
“What’s your relationship with Axeworth Corporation?” Charles went straight to the point.
Gizem frowned deeply.
Somehow, it seemed that many people knew about her relationship with Axeworth Corporation.
The problem was that outsiders couldn’t have found out about that, unless someone in the group leaked it.
“If I told you that I have nothing to do with this corporation you mentioned, would you believe me?” Gizem asked coldly.
Charles stared at her icily. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”
Gizem knitted her brows.
“These days, I’ve received a lot of information about you.” Charles narrowed his eyes. “They all show that you are heavily associated with Axeworth Corporation. How do you explain that?”
Gizem snickered. “Information can be misleading.”
“My intelligence network has never made mistakes,” Charles said confidently. “Do you know how much information I have? Plenty, just like snowflakes.”
Gizem frowned.
“It seems that you’re not exactly welcomed in Axeworth Corporation,” he mocked.
Gizem’s brows furrowed again. She didn’t want to answer that.
Charles cast her a cold glance. “I’ll just ask you one thing.”
Gizem’s long eyelashes trembled. “What?”
“What’s your master’s name?” Charles inquired sternly. “Five years ago, did he bring a woman home?”
Gizem was rather stumped.
This man knows my master!
“I don’t know anything.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I lost my memory.”
Lost her memory?
Charles didn’t buy that. “That’s a lame excuse.”
Right then, Gizem tore off her hyper-realistic mask, revealing the scorched face underneath. “Five years ago, I was unconscious. I was trapped in a fire, and my face got burned. When they were trying to save me, something hit my head. I might have woken up, but I lost my memory. Happy now?”
Charles stared at Gizem’s face in shock.
She snapped at him, “I have nothing else to say to you! Leave!”
Charles felt awkward indeed.
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