Chapter 198 Charlotte, come back to me!
Charlotte finished talking, and there was a long silence.
They could hear each other's breathing, and Frederick's got heavier.
Finally, he just said, "Alright."
He suggested meeting at a Torontow-style restaurant that evening, but Charlotte refused. "Let's talk in your office," she said softly.
Frederick clearly didn't like that idea.
Needing his help, Charlotte gave in. "Alright."
After hanging up, Charlotte was lost in thought for a long time.
She knew getting involved with Frederick again meant he wouldn't help her without expecting something in return. He probably had plans for her already.
Frederick, the man she could never sway.
With these thoughts, Charlotte was distracted all day.
Brian came in with a report, looking happy. He tossed it on the desk. "The new guy, Vincent, is great. He's good at his job and doesn't ask for much pay! Didn't know you had it in you to be a capitalist!"
Charlotte glanced at the report, looking indifferent.
Brian sat on the desk, watching her. "You're not happy even making money. What's up? Need some excitement? How about I cheer you up? You'll forget all about Frederick!"
Charlotte closed the report. "Deduct $50."
Brian yelped, "Why?"
"Harassing your boss."
"Lots of girls want me to harass them, and I can't be bothered!"
Charlotte ignored him. She asked for a cigarette, lit it, and let it burn on the table, staring at the tip.
Brian knew she was troubled. "Why the second-hand smoke? Got something on your mind? How about some fun with me? You'll forget your worries!"
Charlotte told him to leave.
Brian was annoyed. "I'm just concerned about you! Don't be ungrateful!"
Charlotte looked at him calmly. "I heard you partied until 3 AM and were an hour late this morning. Brian, if this happens again, don't bother coming in."
Brian felt guilty.
He had partied, but he hadn't gone out much since moving to the city. Plus, her cold demeanor was getting to him.
After last night's party, he felt great!
He mumbled, "I won't go out if you don't want me to. Nothing special here anyway."
Charlotte didn't care about his personal life as long as it didn't affect work.
In the evening, she didn't let him drive her to the restaurant.
Charlotte got out of the taxi, and Frederick was waiting at the entrance.
The restaurant had a romantic vibe.
He was dressed formally: black shirt, dark gray tie, and a black three-piece suit.
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he looked stunning. His noble demeanor made people take a second look.
Charlotte couldn't help but stare, then quickly looked away.
Frederick walked up, his gaze deep. "Why didn't you let Brian drive you? If it's inconvenient next time, I'll pick you up."
Charlotte wanted to say 'there won't be a next time,' but held back because of her request.
She forced a smile. "Taking a taxi is fine."
Frederick said no more and led her inside.
He had reserved the entire restaurant, probably wanting a quiet place to talk, but it made Charlotte feel pressured. As she sat down to order, she said softly, "This wasn't necessary."
Frederick didn't care about the food, leaving it all to her.
He sipped his wine and smiled. "Charlotte, we were together for so long but rarely had private dates like this. This place is nice; we should come here often."
Charlotte ordered two set meals.
After thanking the waiter, she looked at Frederick, who was leaning back, watching her.
He was indeed handsome!
Under the crystal lights, he looked even more dazzling.
Charlotte took a sip of water and struggled to speak. "I need your help with Bradley and Lily."
Frederick put down his glass, his fingers gently stroking the rim, a gesture both elegant and suggestive.
He smiled. "Let's talk after dinner."
Charlotte had no appetite but forced herself to eat a little. She didn't want to seem too desperate. She needed to stay composed.
Frederick was much more relaxed, occasionally asking about her work and even mentioning Brian.
But he didn't say a word about Lily and Robert's divorce.
Half an hour later, Charlotte couldn't hold back. She put down her knife and fork. "Mr. Hawkins, we're not here to reminisce."
"I know," he said softly. "How do you want to talk?"
Charlotte was stumped.
Frederick took another sip of wine, his tone light. "You want me to help Lily and Bradley? But Charlotte, you might not know, Robert has already approached me. He offered quite generous terms for my help, almost a third of the Turner family's assets. I refused, as a favor to Lily."
He watched her carefully.
Charlotte believed him.
He was neutral, helping neither, waiting for her to come to him. Frederick was cunning!
She couldn't speak for a long time.
Frederick suddenly chuckled. "It's strange! Bradley and Lily weren't together long before they had a child. We tried so many times, but nothing happened."
His words were shameless, especially in a high-end restaurant.
Charlotte was angry.
She kept her voice low. "Mr. Hawkins, I'm here sincerely to talk to you!"
Frederick raised his glass, smiling. "Ms. Russell, to be honest, I came tonight intending to seduce you. Aren't you tempted at all?"
Charlotte couldn't avoid looking at him.
He was indeed attractive!
He indeed made women fall for him!
She awkwardly looked away, but Frederick's tone suddenly became serious. "I didn't want to say this here, but Charlotte, if you want my help, I'll tell you. Come back to me, and I'll help Lily."
Charlotte's chest heaved.
Even though she was prepared, she still lost her composure. Her eyes reddened, and her delicate nose did too, looking quite pitiful.
She stood up, expressionless. "Never!"
"Really?" Frederick's tone was light. "That's a pity then!"
He remained calm, even gentle. "You should eat more. You've lost weight recently."
Charlotte closed her eyes slightly. "Frederick, you're a bastard!"
He calmly wiped his lips with a napkin, gently saying, "Then this bastard will be waiting for you, Charlotte. I told you, tonight I came just to seduce you."
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