Chapter 143 A Question that Strikes the Soul
‘Daphne?’
That name struck a chord with Charles. ‘
Had their relationship progressed to the point where they addressed each other so casually?’
"Mark," Charles said, patience worn thin.
Mark didn't dare hesitate; knowing Daphne's skills and temperament, he tugged at Jesse, "Let them sort it out; we should get going."
"You should be the one taking your boss away," Jesse cut straight to the point. "He's now the ex-husband; it's quite disrespectful to harass an ex-wife like this."
Mark was at a loss for words, and Charles was furious.
‘Ex-husband, ex-wife.’
These were the four words he loathed the most.
He shot a glance at Jesse and ultimately dragged Daphne towards toward their car without intending to engage any further.
"Mr. Lancelot, let Daphne go," Jesse stepped in front, his expression cool and detached.
Charles wouldn't relent.
Daphne, with a swift backhand twist, freed herself using her deft strength.
If it weren't for the public setting, crowded with people coming and going, she would have been tempted to throw punches right then and there.
"If you dare leave with him tonight, I'll make you understand what regret means," Charles warned, the sense of helplessness surging in him as his grasp came up empty.
He found that holding onto Daphne brought him a slight sense of relief.
But it was only slight.
Daphne looked up nonchalantly, "“This is Gedser."”
"“So, what if it is Gedser," Charles said, his eyes darkening with intensity. The events of the evening had gotten under his skin. "I don't like to play games, but that doesn't mean I can't."
At his words, Daphne's brows furrowed slightly.
In her memory, Charles had indeed never resorted to scheming.
But there was one incident she remembered clearly; someone had tried to outmaneuver him, and she almost thought he was done for. Just as she was about to come to his aid, the situation flipped.
He had uttered the same sentiment then—he didn’t prefer to scheme, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t.
In At that moment, Charles had been cold, and dangerous, like an abyss, but he quickly returned to his usual self after a short while.
It didn't bother her, and the Murphy Group was not afraid.
However, Kevin seemed to have had more interactions with Charles. If Charles was indeed provoked, there might be oversights on her part.
NevermindNever mind, she decided. She would have one final talk with him later.
"DaphneJesse, you go ahead," Daphne had decided, "See you tomorrow."
Jesse looked bewildered. Was she leaving going to leave with Charles?
Daphne gave him a knowing glance, signaling that she would handle it and it was time for him to leave.
"Mark." Charles gestured.
"AlrightAll right, boss."
Mark was quick on the uptake. After responding, he ushered Jesse into the car.
Jesse glanced back a couple of times, mentally sorting through the situation before getting into the vehicle, already formulating a plan.
Charles emanated a cold aura, his gaze deep and icy. "Jesse? That's a cozy nickname."
"It's none of your business," Daphne retorted as coolly as ever, speaking bluntly, "Aren't you supposed to be taking me home? What are you waiting for?"
Her simple statement sent a chill through Charles's eyes.
Why did he get the feeling that Daphne was treating him like a chauffeur?
He didn't ponder it too much; he had to talk seriously with Daphne seriously. He needed to convince her to remarry him.
Amidst his thoughts, he took the car keys and got into the vehicle.
Once he had started the car, Daphne opened the back door and settled into the seat with the air of a boss.
"Come sit in the front," Charles couldn't suppress his irritation.
He realized that Daphne had a real talent for getting under his skin, always managing to stir up new problems that made him furious.
"I always sit in the back when I'm with Jesse," Daphne said, unruffled as ever, "If you don't like it, I can call him back."
Her words had Charles in a tight grip.
He wanted to call Mark back, but the thought of him being with Jesse now forced him to restrain himself temporarily.
With various emotions swirling within him, he drove off.
Sitting in the back, Daphne saw a message from Jesse inquiring about her well-being.
She replied, telling him not to worry too much.
Jesse needed to keep a low profile. If Charles started digging into Frontier Capital Group, it would be easy to trace it back to her as the person behind it.
Without a doubt, if he found out, he would say something like, "I had no idea you were hiding your cards so well, even owning Frontier Capital Group."
After wrapping up the conversation with Jesse, Daphne glanced up.
Realizing they were not on the way to her house, she fixed her eyes on the back of Charles's head, "Where are you taking me?"
"To my place."
"It's late,."” she protested.
"I'm aware."
After that brief exchange, Daphne didn’t elaborate further.
She wasn't going to jump out of the car, nor would she start an argument with Charles. Not for any reason other than preserving her life.
Life is precious, and she intended to cherish it.
The car drove for about an hour before finally coming to a stop.
When she saw that she had arrived at a small neighborhood of townhouses, she sent Jesse a message along with her current location. If Charles really was going to do something extreme, at least someone would know where she was.
After reaching the place, she went to Charles's house with him. Knowing Charles well, she was aware that he was the type to notwho would not give up until he achieved his goal. If she managed to slip away today, he would find numerous ways to reappear in her life, a situation she didn't want to endure or be disturbed by.
Charles opened the door and let her enter first. Only after she was inside did he press a button to deadlock lock the door. It was a rather special lock; once it was secured from the inside, one couldn't exit without the code.
Daphne observed the familiar monochrome, minimalist interior design and automatically seated herself on the couch, speaking indifferently, "So, tell me, why did you bring me here?”
"What is your relationship with him?" he grilled.
"Friends, colleagues, pursuer and pursued."
Silence answered as her detailed response.
Charles, who was seething with anger yet couldn't find an outlet, asked another question, "Do you like him?"
"That's my private personal business, and I'm not obliged to answer you," Daphne said tersely, cutting to the chase, "Let's first discuss why you brought me here."
Charles observed her detached and indifferent demeanor, aware that she didn't favor his methods. Nevertheless, he went straight to the point, "I want us to get remarried."
"I've already given you my answer to that," Daphne was aware that this was the matter he wanted to discuss.
"You can set the terms," Charles said, his deep gaze still carrying the same emotion as before.
"Marriage and divorce are not child's play." Daphne addressed him formally, emphasizing her words, "Whether you acted out of impulse or for some other reason, you have to face the consequences."
Charles's brows knitted.
"Charles," Daphne called out to him.
He looked at her.
"Do you believe that you dictate the terms of our relationship, expecting me to comply with divorce or remarriage at your whim?" Daphne asked a piercing question, "And if I don't conform to your will, do you see it as me deliberately causing you trouble?"
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