Chapter 159 Charlotte, I Don't Want Anyone But You
Brian looked down on Frederick.
Frederick, only 28, hung out with old men and had become shrewd and worldly. His smooth-talking was annoying.
But Brian had to listen to Charles.
With a dismissive wave, he said, "Mr. Hawkins, please."
Charles didn't look happy.
Frederick acted magnanimous. "Brian's young and needs more experience. If you don't give him too much money, he'll learn life's hardships and become more diligent."
Charles agreed. "Brian, Frederick's right. It's time for you to face some hardships."
Brian glared at Frederick, grinding his teeth. "Thanks, Frederick."
Frederick smiled. "You're welcome."
He thought, 'Brian, you're still a rookie.'
In the car back to the hotel, Brian and Frederick ignored each other.
When getting out, Brian held the door and said warmly, "Frederick, have a good time."
Frederick sensed something was off. Did Brian want to frame him or ruin his reputation?
In his suit, he stood outside, lit a cigarette, and chuckled, "Okay."
Brian slightly curled his lips.
As soon as he got in the car, he sent a message: [Take good care of Mr. Hawkins]
Frederick finished his cigarette at the hotel entrance, then called 911 to report his room had been illegally entered.
The police arrived quickly. Seeing such a distinguished gentleman, they were extra courteous. "Mr. Hawkins."
Frederick extinguished his cigarette, smiled, and led them inside.
The hotel receptionist was scared and tried to call her superior. Frederick unplugged her phone, his deep eyes making her weak in the knees.
The group went upstairs. The police had body cameras on, and when they swiped the key card, they were in for a surprise.
An actress, barely dressed, was on Frederick's bed. Hearing the door, she thought Frederick had returned and was about to throw herself at him.
But it was the police.
The woman screamed.
Frederick told the officers, "I want to press charges for trespassing and harassment, causing me emotional and reputational damage. I also suspect she might be a corporate spy. Additionally, I want to sue this hotel."
The hotel manager arrived, apologizing profusely.
The actress hurriedly dressed, crying and apologizing.
In the end, they settled privately, and Frederick received $200,000 in emotional damages. He moved to a presidential suite, disgusted by the bed the woman had used.
Born into wealth, Frederick had seen the world.
He never fawned over actresses. Who knew if she had kissed some old man before coming here?
Frederick preferred someone like Charlotte, clean and pleasing to the eye, especially attractive when asleep. Even her blushing made him want to tease her.
Thinking of this, he missed her.
Frederick took a shower, then called Charlotte.
Late at night, the phone rang several times before she answered, clearly having been asleep.
Frederick whispered, "Are you at the hospital or the apartment?"
Charlotte took a moment to reply, "I'm at the apartment."
Frederick briefly asked about William's condition. Hearing he was fine, he didn't say much more.
After half a month apart, he wanted to say some sweet words to her.
Frederick softly complained, "If you had come to Bostan with me, I wouldn't have to change rooms in the middle of the night."
She perked up and asked casually, "What's wrong?"
Frederick nonchalantly recounted how he had rejected an actress, leaving Charlotte stunned and speechless. But as a woman, she couldn't help but feel a bit moved.
Frederick was good at charming women, but he had rejected that woman for her.
His voice was husky. "So, do you still think I only want to sleep with you? Charlotte, I don't lack that."
Charlotte felt confused. One moment she thought he was right, the next she felt something was off.
Frederick took the chance to flirt.
"Charlotte, talk to me. I want to hear your voice. Talk to me, and I'll..."
The rest of his words were unclear, but Charlotte knew what he was doing, and her face burned with embarrassment.
He was shameless.
She softly cursed, "Frederick, you bastard."
A light laugh came from the other end.
Frederick's laugh was gentle, like a soft breeze brushing Charlotte's heart. His voice was filled with longing. "I really want to kiss you. Charlotte, my flight is tomorrow afternoon. Come to my place in the evening, okay?"
He knew it wasn't the right time.
He also knew that bringing it up now would make her misunderstand, but he couldn't help it.
He missed her terribly.
He couldn't wait.
Charlotte listened to the sounds on the other end, not daring to listen any longer, and hung up the phone.
Frederick didn't call again.
She breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, and just as she was drifting off to sleep, her phone chimed.
Charlotte picked up her phone.
It was a voice message from Frederick.
She opened it casually, and soon her bedroom was filled with a man's husky moan.
Charlotte was so startled she immediately dropped her phone.
She had always known Frederick was strong in that aspect, but she hadn't expected him to be so shameless. At the same time, she was curious how he managed to reject those women's invitations if he was so eager.
In any case, she didn't sleep well that night.
In the morning, she checked her phone.
He had sent his flight information, clearly wanting her to pick him up.
Charlotte didn't want to.
She pretended not to see the message and deleted all his messages, knowing she would just go to his apartment in the evening anyway.
After a sleepless night, Bernice joked with her when she went to the music studio. "Charlotte, do you have a boyfriend?"
Charlotte was too embarrassed to say anything and brushed it off.
Bernice's gaze seemed to electrify her, scanning her face before finally saying, "I see, it's still the same person."
Charlotte remained silent.
Bernice changed the subject, talking about the music studio's operations.
Charlotte couldn't shake the feeling that Bernicewas hiding something from her. When they had partnered up, they had clearly agreed that Bernice would handle operations while she focused on teaching.
But now Bernice was gradually teaching her about how to handle operations.
It felt like she was preparing her for something.
Charlotte wasn't slow-witted. She hesitated before asking, "Ms. Garcia, are you hiding something from me?"
Bernice was quite straightforward.
She smiled. "Of course not. I'm just letting you learn more so you can use it in the future. Besides, even though I'm in my 30s, who knows when I might get married? If I do, who will handle these things? It would have to be you, right?"
It made sense.
Bernice stood up and gently patted Charlotte's back. "Charlotte, only your career truly belongs to you. Don't let this opportunity slip away."
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