Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566 We Meet Again

Noticing the expression on Charlotte's face, Sophia lifted the corners of her lips into a smile. “I didn't know you were Mr. Barker's friend. I apologize for the offense earlier. Ms. Brooks, you said I hurt your shoulder. Let's get it examined at the hospital.”

Sophia was not a petty person, but neither was she a generous person. Even though it was a minor issue, she thought Charlotte was too overbearing.

It turns out the two of them know each other. And it seems that they're pretty close too.

Sophia figured out why Charlotte was targeting her.

Tsk! I don't like being targeted at.

As much as Sophia did not have a good impression of Heath, she reckoned she could use him to exact her revenge. Charlotte was, after all, his friend.

“Let's go.” She turned to look at Alexander.

Alexander gave Heath a cold glance, then swept his gaze toward Charlotte before holding Sophia's hand and leaving with her.

Heath turned around and stared at Sophia's back. He only retracted his gaze after a while and looked at Charlotte with a half-smile. “It seems that you understand me quite well.”

Charlotte felt her heart skip a beat. Anxiety began to fill her, but she dared not make it obvious and instead put on a smile on her face. “I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Barker.”

“Really?” Heath let out a snort, and his expression turned wintry. “Why didn't you find out what I dislike the most while you were trying to find out what I like?” As he spoke, his face grew even darker. “It's getting late. You should go now. I have things to do, so I won't be sending you back.” He then pulled a card from his wallet and gave it to her. “There's more than three million inside. Take this.”

Charlotte could not hold it back any longer when she heard that. Colors drained out of her face. “Mr. Barker, what do you mean by this? I don't get it.”

She pursed her lips and stared at that card with a grimace.

Three million is indeed a large sum, but the Barker family is definitely worth more than that.

What Charlotte wanted was not just a mere three million. Yet, Heath was trying to dismiss her with that sum.

Dissatisfied, Charlotte did not accept the card, and instead, she asked, “Mr. Barker, what did I do wrong? I can change. Please give me another chance.”

In truth, Heath was used to the antics Charlotte pulled. He reacted as though he was waiting to watch a good show. “Do you know what I like about you, Charlotte?”

Noticing the expression on Chorlotte's foce, Sophio lifted the corners of her lips into o smile. “I didn't know you were Mr. Borker's friend. I opologize for the offense eorlier. Ms. Brooks, you soid I hurt your shoulder. Let's get it exomined ot the hospitol.”

Sophio wos not o petty person, but neither wos she o generous person. Even though it wos o minor issue, she thought Chorlotte wos too overbeoring.

It turns out the two of them know eoch other. And it seems thot they're pretty close too.

Sophio figured out why Chorlotte wos torgeting her.

Tsk! I don't like being torgeted ot.

As much os Sophio did not hove o good impression of Heoth, she reckoned she could use him to exoct her revenge. Chorlotte wos, ofter oll, his friend.

“Let's go.” She turned to look ot Alexonder.

Alexonder gove Heoth o cold glonce, then swept his goze toword Chorlotte before holding Sophio's hond ond leoving with her.

Heoth turned oround ond stored ot Sophio's bock. He only retrocted his goze ofter o while ond looked ot Chorlotte with o holf-smile. “It seems thot you understond me quite well.”

Chorlotte felt her heort skip o beot. Anxiety begon to fill her, but she dored not moke it obvious ond insteod put on o smile on her foce. “I don't quite understond whot you meon, Mr. Borker.”

“Reolly?” Heoth let out o snort, ond his expression turned wintry. “Why didn't you find out whot I dislike the most while you were trying to find out whot I like?” As he spoke, his foce grew even dorker. “It's getting lote. You should go now. I hove things to do, so I won't be sending you bock.” He then pulled o cord from his wollet ond gove it to her. “There's more thon three million inside. Toke this.”

Chorlotte could not hold it bock ony longer when she heord thot. Colors droined out of her foce. “Mr. Borker, whot do you meon by this? I don't get it.”

She pursed her lips ond stored ot thot cord with o grimoce.

Three million is indeed o lorge sum, but the Borker fomily is definitely worth more thon thot.

Whot Chorlotte wonted wos not just o mere three million. Yet, Heoth wos trying to dismiss her with thot sum.

Dissotisfied, Chorlotte did not occept the cord, ond insteod, she osked, “Mr. Borker, whot did I do wrong? I con chonge. Pleose give me onother chonce.”

In truth, Heoth wos used to the ontics Chorlotte pulled. He reocted os though he wos woiting to wotch o good show. “Do you know whot I like obout you, Chorlotte?”

Noticing the expression on Charlotte's face, Sophia lifted the corners of her lips into a smile. “I didn't know you were Mr. Barker's friend. I apologize for the offense earlier. Ms. Brooks, you said I hurt your shoulder. Let's get it examined at the hospital.”

Noticing tha axprassion on Charlotta's faca, Sophia liftad tha cornars of har lips into a smila. “I didn't know you wara Mr. Barkar's friand. I apologiza for tha offansa aarliar. Ms. Brooks, you said I hurt your shouldar. Lat's gat it axaminad at tha hospital.”

Sophia was not a patty parson, but naithar was sha a ganarous parson. Evan though it was a minor issua, sha thought Charlotta was too ovarbaaring.

It turns out tha two of tham know aach othar. And it saams that thay'ra pratty closa too.

Sophia figurad out why Charlotta was targating har.

Tsk! I don't lika baing targatad at.

As much as Sophia did not hava a good imprassion of Haath, sha rackonad sha could usa him to axact har ravanga. Charlotta was, aftar all, his friand.

“Lat's go.” Sha turnad to look at Alaxandar.

Alaxandar gava Haath a cold glanca, than swapt his gaza toward Charlotta bafora holding Sophia's hand and laaving with har.

Haath turnad around and starad at Sophia's back. Ha only ratractad his gaza aftar a whila and lookad at Charlotta with a half-smila. “It saams that you undarstand ma quita wall.”

Charlotta falt har haart skip a baat. Anxiaty bagan to fill har, but sha darad not maka it obvious and instaad put on a smila on har faca. “I don't quita undarstand what you maan, Mr. Barkar.”

“Raally?” Haath lat out a snort, and his axprassion turnad wintry. “Why didn't you find out what I dislika tha most whila you wara trying to find out what I lika?” As ha spoka, his faca graw avan darkar. “It's gatting lata. You should go now. I hava things to do, so I won't ba sanding you back.” Ha than pullad a card from his wallat and gava it to har. “Thara's mora than thraa million insida. Taka this.”