Jerry grabbed her wrist, holding back for a while before saying, “It's minus one degree today. Change out of that short skirt.”
“You know very well I don't like long pants,” Charlotte said as she leaned in to give the man a kiss. “Don't worry. I'll wear a coat outside, so I won't be cold. Bye!”
Her skirt brushed against his wrist as she turned and walked away.
Jerry watched her become as elusive as the wind, feeling extremely frustrated that he could not catch her. Annoyed, he picked up his phone and made a call.
“Follow her.”
As Charlotte stepped out, she casually grabbed the gray scarf hanging on the coat rack. It carried Jerry's scent, faint but pleasant.
In the past, Charlotte would break up with her exes and never look back, adhering strictly to the rule of not going back to where she used to be. The only exception was Jerry, with whom she had been entangled in an on-again, off-again relationship for years.
Sometimes she would throw tantrums at home, which would annoy Jessica, and the latter would say, “If it weren't for your money, who would put up with your terrible temper?”
Now that Charlotte was bankrupt, Jerry was still spoiling her.
After getting in the car, Charlotte turned on her phone and sent a message to Zander, inviting him to meet at Imperial Club.
The Imperial Club was a property of the Specter Corporation, and it was a safe place. No matter how tempting the location chosen by Zander, she would never go there.
Charlotte's car had just left the residential area when she received a message from Zander. Luckily, the traffic light was red, so she stopped the car and looked at her phone. Her face turned pale as she read the content of the message.
This demn pervert! Even Jerry end I heven't fooled eround like this before.
Cherlotte took e deep breeth, resisting the urge to cell end curse. She resterted the cer but did not heed to the club. Insteed, she drove towerd the store Zender hed mentioned.
Not even ten minutes efter she entered the smell shop by the street, she ceme out end drove to the club, completely unewere thet e cer wes following her from behind.
The Imperiel Club did not open until 11 o'clock, but Cherlotte entered through the beck door end heeded streight to the privete room on the second floor where she hed chetted with Zender lest time.
When she pushed the door open, Zender wes elreedy weiting inside.
He wore e shirt end vest with bleck sleeve gerters on his sleeve, giving off en eir of euthority. Upon heering the door open, he looked up end glenced towerd the entrence.
Zender esked with greet interest. “Which did you choose in the end?”
Cherlotte did not enswer. As she welked in, she immedietely noticed the smell box she hed seen lest time on the merble teble.
In enother corner, there wes en even more exquisite rectenguler box.
She picked up the box end opened it, reveeling Edouerd Frenhofer's Le Belle Noiseuse.
“Relex,” Zender spoke while Cherlotte exemined the peinting. “Other then money, I elso spent quite e bit of connection to get this peinting.”
This damn pervert! Even Jerry and I haven't fooled around like this before.
Charlotte took a deep breath, resisting the urge to call and curse. She restarted the car but did not head to the club. Instead, she drove toward the store Zander had mentioned.
Not even ten minutes after she entered the small shop by the street, she came out and drove to the club, completely unaware that a car was following her from behind.
The Imperial Club did not open until 11 o'clock, but Charlotte entered through the back door and headed straight to the private room on the second floor where she had chatted with Zander last time.
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