"Oh, Mr. Lu, Cloud Advertising Company is in some huge trouble," Peterson said in a serious tone.
Charles was concerned right away. He furrowed his eyebrows. "So that's why Sheryl called you? She wanted your help to quiet down the noise, right?"
"Mr. Lu, I wanted to help her. But I don't know why it's being blown out of proportion. My boss found out and now he wants me to put it on the front page. And right now, the decision isn't up to me. I have to follow orders," Peterson said helplessly.
Charles smelled something fishy. "Your boss?"
"Ha, Mr. Lu, you're a smart man. I think you know the answer to that question," Peterson said knowingly.
Charles didn't say anything. If there was a man who could control all the magazines and newspapers, it must be that man.
"Peterson, thanks for your help. Once all this is over, I'll visit you and repay you for your help," Charles said after a pause.
Peterson was glad to help. He hadn't expected that Charles would be that grateful towards him. To him, as long as Charles didn't blame him, he was fine.
"You're welcome, Mr. Lu. Don't wait until tomorrow. I think you should do something now before all the news comes out."
"Yes, we'll do something right away."
When they hung up, Charles heaved a heavy sigh. He was deep in thought. The screen on his phone had dimmed but Charles was still blankly staring at it.
After a while, he snapped out of his trance and decided to head out. He went downstairs and then passed the living room. Meanwhile, Nancy was just getting out of the kitchen.
"Mr. Lu, are you going out now?" Nancy asked, with a courteous smile.
Charles nodded his head slightly, "Yes, I have something urgent to deal with. And Nancy, if Sheryl comes back, can you tell her that I'm out?"
"Of course. But wait, it's freezing out there. Take a jacket with you," Nancy added thoughtfully as she handed Charles his jacket.
Charles flashed her a smile and said, "Thanks." Then he turned and opened the door.
Charles' figure quickly disappeared in the distance. Nancy sighed in her heart, 'Mr. Lu and Sher are always so busy.'
Nancy suddenly remembered she had prepared a midnight snack for Sheryl. Then she hurriedly turned and rushed into the kitchen. She hoped it wasn't too late to heat up the food before Sheryl got back.
A few moments later, a car pulled up outside and the food had been heated up as well.
After parking the car in the garage, Sheryl walked toward the doorway. Nancy happily dashed out of the kitchen and opened the door. As she had thought, it was Sheryl. Sheryl had arrived home just in time.
"Sher, you're back. You must be starving. I've made you something. Here, eat up!" Nancy beamed as she handed Sheryl the bowl in her hands. She immediately noticed the exhaustion on Sheryl's face. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in concern.
She thought to herself, 'She probably isn't in the mood to eat. She looks like she's really worried about the company."
Sheryl was polite. She nodded her head and said with a faint smile, "No, it's okay, Nancy. I'm already full. It's late, you should go to bed. Oh, Nancy, is Charles... home?"
Sheryl had been thinking about what Peterson had said the whole drive back home. She wanted to figure out a way to persuade Peterson. Since Yang knew Charles, she figured the best way to go about this was to ask Charles for help.
She was aware that they hadn't talked to each other for quite some time. But it was not like they were broken up or anything. She could still ask Charles for help and Charles wouldn't be able to say no to her.
"Mr. Lu left like half an hour ago. He said he had something important to deal with," Nancy said.
'Charles is out?'
Sheryl couldn't help but feel a little upset. If she couldn't get Charles' help, then what else could she do?
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