Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 

Zachary’s awkwardness lasted only for a moment. Soon, he regained his composure, showing no emotion. “Yeah, I came with Charlie to take a look.” 

Jane, dressed in a red dress that made her porcelain skin stand out, lazily glanced outside. “Where’s Charlie?” 

Since that night when she celebrated Frank’s birthday, Charlie had taken to sending her WhatsApp messages frequently. 

“Do you like this handbag?” 

“Is this necklace pretty?” 

“Want to go out for a drink?” 

It was obvious what he meant, and Jane, who wasn’t a naive girl, understood his intentions immediately. 

“Jane.” Zachary, who usually kept to himself, pointed out, “Charlie is interested in you, but he’s not right for you.” 

Upon hearing this, Jane cocked her brows in surprise. The phrase “he’s not right for you” was different from “you’re not right for him.” While it sounded similar at first, it had a different essence, and it didn’t carry the condescension typical of wealthy people. 

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to undermine your friend like this?” 

Zachary was indifferent. “If you don’t tell him, he won’t know.” 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want his friend to do well, but as men, they understood each other’s intentions too well. Charlie was just attracted to her beauty and the novelty of it. If he hadn’t overheard that phone call earlier, he wouldn’t have bothered with it. 

This girl might say she was fine with moving on, but in reality, she would get serious in a relationship. 

Jane squinted her eyes as she looked at the serious man before her. A hint of mischief appeared on her lips as she asked, “If he’s not right for me, who is? You, Mr. Collins?” 

Zachary frowned and said coldly, “Please conduct yourself appropriately.” 

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This was a bit harsh for a girl, but Jane wasn’t bothered. With a flirtatious smile, she wiggled her phone and said, “Let’s add each other on WhatsApp?” 

There were many women around Zachary, but they were usually indirect in their approach. Jane’s directness was rare. 

His patience wearing thin, he turned to leave. At that moment, Charlie returned with the milk tea and called out to him, “Zachary, where are you going?” 

“Mr. Langford.” Jane greeted him with a wave and a teasing tone. “Mr. Collins just told me…” 

Zachary gave her a warning glance, then pulled out his phone. “Ms. Greenwood, let’s add each other on WhatsApp?” 

His reason was quite official. “So that you can contact me about any issues with the 

store in the future.” 

I drove to the Smith Group’s office building and saw Frank as I was passing through the car park. He was lazily leaning against the door frame. When he saw me park and roll down the window, he motioned to a nearby security guard. “Go help her park the 

car.” 

The security guard quickly responded, “Yes, Mr. Smith.” 

Hearing this, I got out of the car and handed the keys to the security guard. “Thank you.” 

The security guard stood upright and said in a deep voice, “You’re welcome! Mrs. Smith!” 

I was startled. During lunchtime, his call drew the attention of several employees coming and going. It felt like a public embarrassment. 

I glanced at Frank, who was clearly enjoying my discomfort, and, ignoring my irritation, quickly pulled him away. 

Along the way, any employee who saw me bowed and said, “Hello, Mrs. Smith!”