Jackson's voice sent shivers down her spine. How did he find out that it's me? My mask wasn't even fully removed!
“Do you know him?” Olivia whispered softly.
“No.” Charlotte feigned ignorance and wanted to leave the place with Olivia.
“Hey, didn't I help you out just now? You're so heartless.” Jackson sounded and looked really crestfallen.
“Charlotte, he did help us, you know?”
Unlike Charlotte, Olivia had a rather good impression of Jackson. He had always made big orders and was respectful of the promoters at the club.
Giving Olivia a slight nudge, Charlotte said gently, “Olivia, can you go find Peter first?”
“Okay. And thank you, sir!” Olivia said before walking off.
“Want to talk?” Jackson did an ushering gesture.
After a moment of hesitation, Charlotte followed him to an empty private room. Out of caution, she stopped and stood fixed at the door. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I want to explain to you what happened the last time we met. I didn't pour the wine on you on purpose. Someone tripped my foot under the table,” he said with a serious look on his face.
“I know. It was Sharon, wasn't it? Everyone there knew about it but chose to keep quiet,” Charlotte scoffed.
“So you do know that I'm innocent! I was really just a scapegoat for whatever that was going on between the two of you. Though I do have feelings for you, I have not done anything out of line, have I? Mr. Nacht probably knew that Sharon was behind that incident too, and yet he kicked me out of the project I was on. And even worse still, Sharon kicked me out of Synder Group shortly after. I've worked so many years in that company! Don't you feel that I deserve better treatment than that?” Jackson sighed.
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