The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 215: The Last Supper 

This French restaurant was indeed one of Max’s favorites. 

He usually lived a reclusive life, rarely leaving his home, and seldom dining out. The dishes from this restaurant were typically brought back to Greenside Garden by his subordinates for his consumption. 

However, today, he came to this restaurant for the first time, all for the sake of Charlotte. 

Although he had eaten the restaurant’s dishes many times before, the current environment was entirely unfamiliar to Maz 

Moreover, he was a VIP customer of the restaurant, and this time, the manager even wanted to personally greet him. However, to avoid startling 

lotte, he chose to keep a low profile and arrived discreetly. 

He was slowly pushed by Lance as they walked into the corridor. Unexpectedly, they witnessed a scene at the entrance hall Charlotte and Benjamin were standing side by side. 

Charlotte, with half of his face turned, made it impossible to discern her expression, while Benjamin had a faint, gentle smile on his face. 

Lance’s expression stiffened, and he couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. 

Meanwhile, Max, seated in his wheelchair, initially showed no change in his complexion. 

He stared at the two individuals for approximately five seconds, then lowered his gaze, his eyes filled with profound darkness. 

The fingers hanging at his side slowly tightened, and his extraordinarily handsome face turned icy and cold within an instant. 

A nearby attendant accompanying them immediately noticed the unusual expression on Max’s face. A single glance sent shivers down the attendant’s spine. It was terrifying. 

The attendant discreetly turned away and sent a text message to the front–of–house staff, inquiring about what was happening with the man and woman… Why did it make Mr. Foster’s complexion change so suddenly? 

Upon receiving the message from the front–of–house colleagues, the attendant cautiously approached Max and cleared his throat, saying, “Sir, do those two customers have any issues? I heard from my colleagues that they came here together to dine…. If you’re uncomfortable, we can handle the 

situation…” 

As the words left the attendant’s mouth, he noticed that Max’s complexion appeared even more unpleasant. 

L’ance, standing beside him, closed his eyes. 

He thought, “This is not good.” 

The waiter was so frightened by Max’s extremely cold demeanor that he nearly shivered. To be honest, Max was extremely handsome. But his current appearance, with eyes tinged with frost, was genuinely intimidating. 

“They…” Finally, Max lifted his thin lips slightly and coldly said, “came to dine together?” 

He emphasized the two words “dine together.” 

The waiter’s heart raced, but he bravely replied, “Yes.” 

“Mr. Foster.” At this moment, Lance, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke. He struggled to maintain his composure and said, “Maybe…” 

He wanted to reassure Max that there might be a misunderstanding. 

However, before Lance could finish speaking, Max interrupted him in a stern tone, “Go back.” 

His words carried an authoritative tone with no warmth. 

“Mr. Foster…” Lance looked at him quietly, standing still in his place. 

Max squinted his eyes and gave him a sidelong glance. “Are you defying me?” 

Chapter 213: The Last Supper 

Lance inediately lowered his head, displaying a respectful and solemn demeanor. “I dare not, my lord.” 

He just felt that Mr. Foster should clarify the situation before leaving, Leaving like this, Mr. Foster’s feelings… probably wouldn’t be good. However, it seemed that Mr. Foster had already made up his mind, and he couldn’t say anything more, 

Lance placed his hand on the wheelchair and pushed Max back the way they came. 

As if they had never been there before. 

In the main hall, Charlotte gazed ahead with a calm expression, somewhat absent–minded as she said, “Let’s go; I’ve reserved a private room.” 

She felt that the words she wanted to say were not suitable to be spoken in the public setting, so she had reserved a private room. 

“Alright.” Benjamin’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. 

Te two of them entered the private room together and quickly placed their orders. Once the waiter left, they sat face to face and fell into an eerie silence. 

“Charlotte..” Benjamin, seeing Charlotte sitting across from him with a cold expression, not saying a word, decided to start by addressing her. “L…” “Wait.” Charlotte, however, spoke at this moment, interrupting Benjamin’s words. She half–closed her eyes, her brows and eyes cold and stern, like an emotionless statue. 

Seeing this, for some reason, Benjamin felt a sudden chill in his heart. A subtle, unsettling premonition suddenly rose within him. 

“Let me speak first.” 

Charlotte’s expression was stern, her eyes devoid of any warmth. At this moment, she resembled an elegant and composed negotiator, exuding a powerful aura and captivating presence. 

“This meal is equivalent to our last supper,” she said slowly and indifferently, her tone frigid. “After this meal, we really shouldn’t meet again.” 

“I’ve warned you several times before not to appear before me. Unfortunately, you didn’t take my words to heart and repeatedly provoked me. Due to various trivial matters during this time, I didn’t have the energy to deal with you. But…” 

“It’s different from now on. If you provoke me again, I will make you pay the price.” 

“Pay the price!” Charlotte emphasized these three words with a deep tone. 

Upon hearing this, Benjamin’s pupils first dilated, and then his face suddenly turned deathly pale, completely drained of color. 

He pressed his lips together, and it felt like countless sharp blades had pierced his chest, causing him to experience excruciating pain.