The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 212: I’m Just Joking 

With this in mind, she couldn’t help but quicken her pace and head towards the done of the Retiefopen 

“Wait a moment, Charlotte… Benjamin noticed the situation and couldn’t help but followe 

However, Lance quickly blocked him, with a cold expression, and said, “Mr. Harper, pleaca day veder 

The next second, he deliberately lowered his voice and said with a volume that only the Res of them could bew, she foder att fy pester our lady, he will take strong measures.” 

Upon hearing this, Benjamin’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. 

So Max knew everything…. 

He knew it all. 

“What measures will he take?” Benjamin’s eyes darkened, and he coldly retorted. 

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Young Master Benjamin, I advise you not to provoke Mr. Foster in this mater. If you tous dead y a try.” 

Lance understood in his heart- perhaps Mr. Foster himself wasn’t fully aware, but as his most trusted assistant who hat bea by years, he had long noticed that Charlotte was different to Mr. Foster. 

Very different. 

To some extent, Mr. Foster considered Charlotte his possession, always keeping an eye on her and not allowing ampone in care her 

For example, this time, Charlotte insisted on returning to Brighton Bay, and while Mr. Foster claimed he didn’t care, he couldn’t help bu have someone keep an eye on her. 

When Mr. Foster learned that she had gone to the police station, he immediately sent someone to help Edward, ensuring he was safe from base However, Mr. Foster didn’t intervene in the investigation of this matter. He said he believed Charlotte could handle it. 

But when he found out that Benjamin was constantly pestering Charlotte, Mr. Foster’s face turned extremely unpleasant, ordering hum to bring- Charlotte back as soon as possible… 

Mr. Foster had gone to great lengths for Charlotte. He had never been so devoted to any woman. Except for the girl he had been searching or al tre time… 

Lance thought, maybe it was time for Mr. Foster to experience love. Always clinging to the elusive memories of his youth was a ganti lonely Unfortunately, Mr. Foster had never been in love. He probably didn’t even realize his feelings for the lady… 

After saying these words, Lance turned and left. He got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove the Rolls–Royce away 

Benjamin could only stand in place, watching the car get farther and farther away, until it completely disappeared from his night…. 

Charlotte sat in the car, feeling a bit anxious. The last time, she and Max had parted on unfriendly terms. Now, they were about to meet agan, and se couldn’t help but feel a bit unsure. 

“Lady, we’ve arrived,” a cold voice suddenly entered her ears as she was lost in thought. 

Charlotte absentmindedly nodded and casually got out of the car. She walked through the lush estate and headed straight for the main hall Unexpectedly, Max was already waiting for her in the hall. He was still seated in his wheelchair. His snow–white shirt was immaculate, his long legs encased in pure black trousers. His face, comparable to that of a deity, was bathed in a faint halo, radiating purity and beauty. 

For a moment, Charlotte felt like Max was not of this world. He was cold, dignified, and untainted, and she felt like even getting close to him would be blasphemy. 

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Chapter 212. I’m Just Joking 

“Brothe 

Charlotte unconsciously called out this address. However, her voice was somewhat hesitant, as if it had been a long time since she had called him that 

way. 

Max raised his eyes to look at her, and his deep, cold, and profound gaze seemed to radiate an incredibly profound light, 

*Come here.” 

He uttered these two words in a low and deep tone. Charlotte pursed her lips, hesitating slightly. 

She was uncertain about Max’s attitude at this moment. Was he angry, or did it mean they had made amends? 

Afer a brief hesitation. Charlotte took a step and walked straight towards Max. 

arlotte.” When Max saw her approaching, he suddenly called her name with a serious tone. 

Charlotte’s steps stuttered, and her expression slightly faltered. 

“Regardless of the situation. I hope you remember that you are my wife now, you are Max Foster’s woman, and you should maintain your distance from other men.” 

He said this with a cold tone. 

Charlotte’s face remained calm. 

Max had indeed been keeping a close watch on her every move. She suddenly fell silent. Standing in front of Max, she didn’t utter a word. 

The man before her slightly squinted his eyes, and his slender, snow–white fingers tightened ever so slightly. Max hadn’t expected Charlotte to rema 

silent. 

Just as he was about to speak, Charlotte spoke up before him, “On what grounds do you say that, Max?” 

The lips of the fair and lovely girl curled up into a meaningful smile, and she fixed her gaze on Max, saying with a smirk, “Do you think your choice of a marriage partner is embarrassing for you, or is it…” 

Charlotte’s fingertips trembled, her face remained calm, but her heart couldn’t help but race. 

“Do you like me, Brother?” 

She asked this question with a somewhat playful tone, not entirely serious. However, only Charlotte knew that she was serious. With the opportunity of tonight, she finally asked that question she had been wanting to ask Max.