Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 

“Huh?” I was puzzled, “Waiting for me to finish work?” 

What the hell is he up to now? 

“I had a friend drop me off just now. I don’t have a car.” As he spoke, he extended his wrist towards me to show the time. “You’re about to finish work soon. Can you give me a lift?” 

“I’ll call a taxi for you.” 

I took out my phone, but he frowned and said softly, “I never travel in taxis.” 

‘Alright then. It’s only natural for a prince to have a prince’s airs.‘ 

I had nothing to say. “Then you can wait here.” 

Iturned and went back into my office. It wasn’t long before Jane came over. 

She gave me a knowing look, “Why is that prince from the Smith family staying here and not leaving?” 

“Waiting for a lift,” I replied helplessly. 

Jane sat in the chair opposite me, resting her elbows on the desk and supporting her face with her hands. 

“I just saw that the mother and daughter seem to be quite afraid of him. Maybe you should try to improve your relationship with him? If something happens, he could help you out.” 

“Forget it.” I rejected the idea without hesitation. “Do you think he’s someone you can just use?” 

He might appear cynical, but he had a clear head. No one could use him. 

Jane shook her index finger. “No, no, no. We’re not trying to use him. It’s a matter of mutual sincerity…” 

“Get back to work.” 

I took a piece of cake that had been eaten at lunch and stuffed it in her mouth. “If it’s intentional, it’s not called sincerity.” 

One might deceive others, but one couldn’t deceive Frank. 

Chapter 272 

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“Okay!” Jane chewed the cake and mumbled an agreement, getting up to leave. Halfway to the door, she turned around and came back to my desk. “Didn’t you say you had some deal with Bethany? Why is she still okay today?” 

“I’ll check on that later.” 

I had almost forgotten about this matter after being bust during the past few days. But that didn’t mean I would let it go. When there were ready–made opportunities, it was a waste not to use them. 

Once I finished my work and looked up, it was already dark outside. 

Outside the French windows, Frank was still absorbed in his phone, showing no signs of impatience. 

He didn’t seem like someone with a bad temper. 

I packed up my things and went outside. “Let’s go.” 

He yawned and, with dwindling patience and complained, “So slow. With your work efficiency, two clients would keep you busy for a year.” 

It seemed that I had praised his good temper too soon. 

I couldn’t be bothered to explain. 

Once downstairs, he casually got into the passenger seat as if he were the owner of 

the car. 

I started the car. Once we merged into traffic, I found a chance to speak. “Zack agreed to something for me. Can you check with him on how it’s going?” 

His fingers drummed idly on the car window as he pointedly asked, “Teaching Bethany a lesson? Aren’t afraid that she’ll get revenge?” 

I had planned to keep it from him, but he already knew. 

It was very possible that he has already intervened in the matter.