“Alright.” Mr. Potter led them to the banquet hall without further ado. Zachary scanned the cars in the parking lot, but he didn’t see the silver Rolls-Royce. Looks like Charlotte isn’t here. His frown subsided. Now I can get into business.
An uplifting piano tune was heard upon their entrance, and thunderous applause followed. Zachary didn’t pay any heed to it, since Louis was an outstanding pianist, and he just had to show off at every banquet.
But he was shocked to see the pair in front of the piano when he got close.
“Ms. Lindberg came!” Ben was stunned.
“But we didn’t see their car.” Marino was baffled.
“Ms. Lindberg came twenty minutes earlier. She went to Sir Louis’ villa and came with him,” Mr. Potter whispered.
“Damn woman.” Marino glared at Morgan.
“This is going to spell trouble.” Ben frowned at Zachary.
“Shut up,” Zachary growled.
They lowered their gazes and said nothing more.
“What’s wrong?” Mr. Potter had a bad feeling about it.
“Mr. Potter,” Ben whispered something to him, and Mr. Potter nodded. “I understand. I know what must be done.”
Another song had concluded, and thunderous applause filled the banquet hall. Sir Louis held Charlotte’s hand politely and bowed at everyone.
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