The girl had a slender figure and fair skin. From afar, she looked just like a mermaid.
"I asked her to have a drink with me a few days ago, but she gave me the cold shoulder. So, I gave her role to other actors, which must be why she's here shooting this kind of advertisement." Mark laughed lecherously as he said so.
When he tried to get another look at Margaret, a figure blocked his sight.
Mark couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, but when he realized it was Charleston, he quickly suppressed his frustration. "Mr. Limbaugh..."
Charleston was emotionless. "Mr. Andrews, I've prepared a feast for you. This way, please," he motioned Mark along.
After that, he turned to the other two men.
"Please excuse us, I still have something to discuss with Mr. Andrews, so I'd better not waste both of your time. I'll get my bodyguards to send you back later," he told them politely.
He was obviously asking them to leave.
The two felt a little disappointed, but since Charleston had requested for them to do so, they had no other choice but to leave.
Thus, they replied, "We can go back by ourselves. Thank you for having us, Mr. Limbaugh."
They were ordered to leave, but they still had to force a smile at Charleston.
This was the kind of person Charleston was.
No one in the whole of Asshington dared to disrespect him. In other words, he was the king here.
Mark watched his two friends leave and smirked.
If he could collaborate with the Limbaugh Group, he wouldn't have to worry about his company's profits for the coming few years.
He proudly entered the room without noticing the coldness that was flashing in Charleston's eyes behind him.
"Master Charleston, everything has been well-prepared according to your instructions," Larry reported.
Charleston nodded and walked towards the swimming pool.
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