Chapter 191 Frederick, I'm Stealing Your Woman!
Frederick said his piece, and Cherie had nothing left to add.
Cherie always felt Frederick did it on purpose.
After Cherie left, Frederick pulled out his phone and opened his photo album. There was a picture of Charlotte playing the piano, looking peaceful and beautiful. He stared at it for a long time, realizing they never took a photo together despite their close relationship back then.
Frederick gently touched the photo.
These days, Charlotte ignored him, still holding a grudge.
She hated what he said that night. She hated that he wasn't there when she needed him. She hated that he went after the Taylor family so ruthlessly.
But she didn't know that he wouldn't have really hurt Michael. Her quick compromise showed she didn't trust him.
Frederick gave a bitter smile. 'It was my fault!'
After work, he drove to her music studio.
Charlotte had just finished work too and was sitting in her new champagne-colored BMW. She couldn't drive, so she had a driver.
Through the glass, Frederick couldn't see the driver's face clearly. But he had a feeling it was a good-looking young man, and quite tall too.
Frederick felt a bit uneasy.
But he had to deal with it. Charlotte's inability to drive was partly his fault, and with the Oliver situation, he didn't dare meddle in her personal life.
The BMW slowly passed by, and the rear window was open. He could see Charlotte's face and hear her talking gently to the driver.
Frederick didn't move.
After a moment, he sent Charlotte a message: [Does the driver need to be this young?]
Charlotte didn't reply for a long time.
He asked again, and this time Charlotte blocked him!
Brian was driving. He saw Frederick and felt satisfied with his lonely figure. He deliberately said, "Was the man in the gold Bentley your ex?"
"We broke up!"
Charlotte then asked, "How did you know?"
Brian licked his lips, excitedly saying, "I have a grudge against him!"
Brian guessed, "Looks like you really like him! Don't be fooled by his current appearance; these lawyers specialize in doing bad things and go bald before they're 35."
Charlotte ignored him.
Brian touched his chin and muttered, "Compared to him, I'm more charming!"
The next day, Charlotte made use of his charm.
Her music studio was high-end, with a café for parents to relax in, offering coffee and snacks daily.
But there were few clients paying for those drinks and food.
Charlotte asked Brian to go there. "When I don't need the car, you can sit there and rest."
Brian sat there for half a day and then ran back.
He wasn't stupid; as soon as he sat there, sales skyrocketed, and the café was packed.
"I'm not for sale!"
Charlotte sipped tea and read the newspaper. "Don't you like the admiring looks from women? Now you can satisfy your vanity and increase the studio's revenue, killing two birds with one stone."
Brian snatched the newspaper from her hand. "I want a raise! And, I need to buy clothes. I want to go to the wedding with you, and you need to buy me a suit."
He thought Charlotte would refuse, but to his surprise, she agreed.
Charlotte nodded. "Fine, I'll give you a 5% commission on the revenue! I'll buy the clothes first, and deduct it from your commission later."
Brian was disdainful. "You are so stingy."
Charlotte continued reading the newspaper. "If you don't want to do it, forget it!"
"I'll do it!" Brian said. "Buy me expensive clothes. I don't wear cheap ones!"
Charlotte thought she should spend some money on him.
She took him to the mall and bought a dark brown suit, which cost $1200.
Brian was unhappy. "Can you wear such cheap clothes?"
In fact, he looked quite good in it, especially with those long legs.
Charlotte didn't indulge him.
She swiped her card and said coldly, "Your monthly salary is only $3000!"
That was true. He compromised. He sweet-talked, "Ms. Russell, you look so good when you swipe your card!"
Charlotte threw the receipt at him. "I told you, you have the potential to become famous!"
Brian was shameless.
He wiggled his long legs and followed Charlotte, being particularly attentive. "But I only want to serve you."
The sales assistant blushed! 'Is this something I can listen to?'
Charlotte turned and smiled. "I bought you new clothes. You should serve the music studio well."
Brian knew what she was talking about and jumped up again. "I told you, I'm not a gigolo."
On Nicholas's wedding day, Charlotte stared at the invitation, lost in thought.
Time flew by; over half a year had passed. Nicholas was getting married, and Bradley and Lily seemed happy too. Everyone around her was finding their partners.
Brian, dressed in his suit, saw Charlotte zoning out as he walked in.
He leaned against the desk, took the invitation from her fingers, and teased, "Still thinking about your old flame?"
Charlotte's face was blank. "Remember your place!"
"I know. I'm just the driver!" Brian sneered. "Are you scared to see Frederick tonight, so you dragged me along? I knew you wouldn't spend money on me otherwise!"
He sounded pretty annoyed by the end.
Charlotte put away the invitation and said seriously, "If you don't want to go, you can wait in the car!"
But Brian wasn't having it.
He had come all the way from Bostan, working as a driver just to annoy Frederick. Today was the perfect chance!
The car stopped at the hotel entrance, and Charlotte took Brian upstairs.
In the elevator, Brian stood casually, his long legs taking up space.
He looked at Charlotte.
She was wearing a purple evening gown tonight.
No expensive jewelry, just pearl earrings. It was low-key, but to Brian, she looked stunning.
More beautiful than any of his ex-girlfriends!
Brian's gaze was restless, and he fidgeted. After a while, he said, "The tie is too tight. Can you adjust it for me?"
Charlotte, a bit helpless, stood on tiptoe to help him.
As she leaned in, her faint fragrance was quite alluring.
Brian hummed softly, "Have you ever tied a tie for Frederick?"
Charlotte was visibly startled.
Memories she had tried to forget came flooding back.
That night, she had her first intimate moment with Frederick. The next day, she knelt on the bed to tie his tie. They had countless tender moments afterward.
Charlotte felt a pang in her heart and didn't want to think about it anymore.
Brian saw her expression and guessed what she was thinking, letting out a soft snort.
At that moment, the elevator doors opened.
Frederick and Bradley were standing there, about to enter, and they saw this scene.
Charlotte was looking up, tying the tie for the handsome Brian. They looked like a perfect couple, but to Frederick, it was an eyesore.
'Brian! It is actually Brian! Brian has come all the way doing nothing but becoming Charlotte's driver!' he fumed.
Frederick was jealous.
But given his status, getting angry with Brian would be beneath him, and such an occasion didn't allow for losing face.
Charlotte finished tying the tie, turned around, and was also stunned.
The atmosphere was tense.
Finally, Bradley smiled. "Charlotte, is this your new boyfriend?"
Charlotte didn't say anything.
But Brian, looking quite proud, said, "I spend every day with Ms. Russell, picking her up for work and dropping her off. I even live at Maria's house, and this suit was bought by her. I don't know if that counts as a boyfriend."
He deliberately spoke ambiguously, and Bradley was shocked.
He thought Brian was a male escort and laughed. "Charlotte, I didn't expect this! He's quite good!" After saying that, he looked sympathetically at Frederick!
Frederick skillfully took out a cigarette and lifted his chin. "You go down first!"
Bradley left awkwardly.
Frederick looked at Charlotte. "Do you know who he is?"
Charlotte didn't want to talk to him. To her, it didn't matter who Brian was; he was just a driver in the company, getting paid to do his job.
Just then, Lily called her, and Charlotte found an excuse to leave.
Brian didn't leave.
He leaned against the hallway, lazily looking at Frederick. "What a coincidence, Mr. Hawkins. We meet again! You took my card, so I came to steal your woman! By the way, don't think you can use the same tricks you used on Oliver against me. I'm broke now, just earning $3000 a month. If you want to get rid of me, I'll pack up and crawl into Ms. Russell's bed, and let her take care of me!"
Frederick gave a half-smile.
He slowly exhaled a smoke ring. "Charlotte won't like someone like you!"
Brian wasn't angry.
He looked at Frederick. "Really? Then let's see! Frederick, you may look good, but every part of me is top-notch!"
Frederick's gaze deepened.
He was indeed jealous, but as a mature man, competing with a 23-year-old kid was beneath him.
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