Michael took Charlotte to a seaside T Nation style meat fondue restaurant. However, Charlotte felt unsettled the moment she saw the words “T Nation.”
Despite being absolutely certain that Tevin wasn’t the man from that night, those photos were more than enough to disgust her.
To make things worse, the photos were now in the hands of the mother-daughter duo of the White family.
If those pictures were to be publicized, Charlotte’s reputation would be tarnished, and this would affect her children too.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked gently as he spotted the strange look on her face. “You don’t like T Nation style meat fondue? Let’s go somewhere else, then.”
“No, it’s fine.”
She figured that he had planned everything so carefully, so she didn’t want to rain on his parade. Furthermore, they had already driven so far out. It would be time-consuming to suddenly go elsewhere.
“Then let’s head in.”
He brought her into a private room he had booked prior to coming. Every dish was what she enjoyed eating.
After the waiters left, the two began to reminisce about the past. Talking about their university days made them especially happy. Those were much simpler times, after all.
Then, the man asked Charlotte how she was doing now.
With that, the smile on the latter’s face vanished in a flash and she turned grim. The woman lowered her head and sipped her tea, not saying a word.
“I heard from Helena that you’re… pretty close to Mr. Nacht of Divine Corporation,” Michael hinted.
“He’s my boss,” she swiftly responded.
“Charlotte… Don’t ever do anything to cross the Nachts,” Michael reminded.
At that, she looked up at him in confusion. “Why would you say that?”
“Well, how should I put it…” He tried to explain what he meant in layman terms. “There’s a saying in the corporate world about two powerful families. The Nachts control the south, while the Lindbergs control the north. They the biggest players in the nation’s business circle, but they’re also a lion’s den. Both of those families are really complicated. You’re too innocent to be getting caught up with people like them.”
“Oh,” she answered while nodding. “I thought you knew more.”
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