Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 202

Charles' POV:

I finished my work ahead of time, so that I could go to the TV station and wait for Scarlett.

Unexpectedly, William showed up in front of me. From the looks of it, he had carefully picked out his attire. He wore a suit and tie, a dandy wristwatch, and cufflinks that suited him well. He also wore a pair of thin-frame glasses on, making him look even more debonair.

We immediately caught sight of each other, but neither of us turned our gazes away.

Suddenly, Scarlett came out, so I averted my eyes from William.

I must admit that in her office attire, she had a completely different vibe. She was sharply dressed and elegant to boot. Her charisma alone was enough to make anyone follow her with their gaze.

I stared at her, fascinated by her beauty. But to my surprise, she went straight to William.

William greeted Scarlett with a smile, and then he shot me a defiant glance.

I was so angry that I grunted and glared at Scarlett before storming away. But before I could enter my car, I heard a hurried set of footsteps in high heels.

'Scarlett?'

I looked back, hoping that it was her, but I was disappointed to see that it was a woman I didn't know.

The woman was short of breath. She was looking at me with a grin on her face. "Mr. Moore, would you do me the honor of having a drink with you?" "Pass." My face turned grim the moment I saw her face and then I left without hesitation.

Seconds later, I slammed the door of my car shut.

The chauffeur was staring at me, visibly nervous.

I leaned against the backseat, removing my tie in a fit of rage. And then I told the chauffeur to take me to Mint Bar.

"Richard, figure out that woman's identity," I said, pointing at the woman outside.

Richard nodded in response and immediately made a phone call.

Soon, we received an e-mail with an attached document. The woman's name was Lucia, one of Scarlett's colleagues in her department. She once competed with Scarlett for a program, but she lost because she wasn't as good as Scarlett.

It wasn't surprising to me, for I knew that Scarlett was an excellent and competent individual.

I decided to stop thinking about Lucia.

After arriving at the private room of the bar, Spencer and I drank away our sorrows.

Sadly, we couldn't enjoy ourselves just yet, because someone knocked on the door and entered the room. It was Lucia.

"Who are you looking for, Miss?" Spencer asked, staring at her.

"I'm looking for Mr. Moore."

I took a sip of my scotch, staring daggers at her. "You followed me? Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I'm terribly sorry if I've offended you, sir. That's not my intention!" Lucia waved her hands, standing at the door of the private room meekly. She then looked into my eyes and said, "I have no intention of getting in the way of your relationship with Scarlett. I just need your help." I swiveled my glass, letting the ball of ice roll around, and creating a crisp sound.

"Listen, lady, Charles isn't a philanthropist. Why in the world should he help you? And who are you?" Spencer asked in a voice laden with sarcasm.

"I'm not asking to be helped for free. I believe that this opportunity will also benefit Mr. Moore." Lucia blushed, seemingly abashed. "I'm a colleague of Scarlett. The program I was supposed to take over was given to her instead. And now, I'm on thin ice. To make up for it, my boss has asked me to find sponsorship for another program. Sadly, I'm just a commoner. I don't have any connections. The only person I could think of that could help is you, Mr. Moore. I'm willing to accompany and drink with you if you're willing to help me."

"Who do you think you are? You're not even qualified to share a drink with Charles, let alone ask him to pay for your sponsorship. Are you doing this because you sensed that Charles and Scarlett are on a rocky relationship, so you figured you could seize the opportunity to gain a foothold?" Spencer rolled his eyes at her. Then, he slammed the glass onto the table just to show his contempt, regardless that he caused some of his liquor to splash out.

Tears welled up in Lucia's eyes and she shook her head in response.

"Spencer, don't be so hard on the woman. She just wants to have a drink." I pointed at an empty glass and said, "Give her one."