Chapter 165 A Drunken Mishap
Daffy, don't worry, I'd rather die than surrender, Gavin thought resolutely.
Should I tell the CEO about this?
As he pondered, he asked another question in the chat group.
Gwendolyn: [Could it just be some rumor; Charles doesn't seem the type to do such a thing.]
[How do you know what he's like behind closed doors?]
[It seems to be true. A bunch of execs who were having soup with Charles saw with their own eyes how he accepted the woman Tony sent him.]
[So disillusioned.]
Regarding these comments, Gwendolyn selected them all and forwarded them. Her goal was to show it to the CEO when she saw him the next day.
Unaware of these events, Charles looked at the person who had passed out drunk again. He stood up, his demeanor aloof and cold, leaving Gavin slumped on the couch.
Mark was somewhat baffled, "Boss, what are you..."
"Take Gavin to my place," Charles decided firmly.
"Are you sure?" Mark asked tentatively.
He knew that his boss was a stickler for cleanliness and, except for people he truly cared for, he generally didn't let anyone into his private space. But now... he was suggesting they take Mr. Murphy to his home?
Charles's narrow eyes hid inscrutable thoughts; to Mark's words, he responded with a simple, "Hmm."
Mark was puzzled but didn't question further. He hoisted Gavin into the car. He hadn't drank any alcohol that night; it was all between the boss and Mr. Murphy. More importantly, it started with Mr. Murphy urging Charles to drink, but after the first glass, the boss took control of the situation, and Mr. Murphy ended up drinking glass after glass without realizing it.
Around nine in the evening, Mark delivered Gavin to Charles's home.
After sitting him down on the sofa, he asked uncertainly, "Will Mr. Murphy be sleeping here tonight?"
"Just go back," Charles instructed.
"Are you sure you're alright alone?" Mark was concerned that if Mr. Murphy got sick, the boss might lose his composure.
Charles's eyes were clear and calm, "Hmm."
Taking his cue from his assertive response, Mark didn't insist and left, looking back every three steps.
Charles glanced at Gavin, who had passed out on the couch, and without much care, pulled out his phone to search for an answer to a question. He typed in the search bar,"How to pursue someone you like.” Now that he was sure of his feelings for Daphne, some actions needed to be taken.
Daphne was surrounded by attractive people; there was no telling when someone even more appealing than himself might appear. His gaze settled on the search results, and a trace of emotion flickered in his eyes.
Obtaining contact information, finding common or interesting topics, giving her what she likes, creating chance encounters, and catering to her interests. He had her contact information. But the topic... Daphne didn't even want to talk to him for now.
As for giving gifts to please someone, Daphne was too indifferent. Even when she was with him, she rarely needed anything. Except for that one time she had vented her anger using his credit card, he had never seen her seriously buy anything.
With these thoughts in mind, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table.
Feeling that online advice was no good for chasing after someone, he figured that these matters needed a more direct approach.
However, the moment the phone hit the coffee table, the noise startled Gavin, who was lying on the couch.
He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up slowly, and looked ahead with a dazed and confused expression as if he was trying to figure out where he was.
Charles sat there calmly and asked with a slight grin, "Awake?"
"Who are you?" Gavin furrowed his brow as he looked at him, his head buzzing.
Charles sipped some water, and replied simply, "Charles."
"Charles?" Gavin was still drunk, wobbling as he muttered the name. Then, suddenly, he bolted upright from the sofa. "I remember now!"
Charles was perplexed. He hadn't expected Mr. Murphy of Murphy Group to act like this when drunk.
He put down his teacup and faced what seemed to be a drunken fool, "Remember what?"
"You're Daphne's ex-husband!" Gavin pointed at him, his gaze bleary and his cheeks flushed.
A shadow passed over Charles's eyes. ‘The ex-husband label again.’
"Spill it! Why have you kidnapped me to your place?" Gavin was fierce, like a rowdy kid, "Are you trying to force Daphne into something?"
Charles just looked at him, questioning his life decisions.
Gavin was fierce, still lost in his world, "I'll have you know, I, Gavin, have principles. I'd rather die than give in. You won't get to Daphne through me."
Charles was speechless. He reached for his phone. He planned to call Mark to get this person out of his house. Why did he, on a whim, take this guy home in the first place?
"What are you doing?" Gavin beat him to the phone, pressing it down, his mind muddled from the alcohol, "Don't even think about threatening Daphne."
Charles bluffed with a straight face, "I'm calling for a bowl of hangover soup for you."
"Hmph." Gavin let out a cold laugh.
Charles was confused.
At that moment, Gavin seemed utterly foolish, "Hangover soup? Don't think I don't know you've poisoned it. Do you think some little poison can trouble me? Watch me force it out!"
No sooner had he spoken than he sat cross-legged on the floor, starting his "detox process."
Charles felt an indescribable sense of complexity. How many martial arts and melodramatic shows had this guy watched?
While Gavin was "detoxing," Charles managed to grab the phone back, unlock it and open his contacts.
Before he could even make the call to Mark to come and take this person away, the phone was snatched from his hands again.
Gavin swaggered with his cell phone in hand, the aura of confidence emanating from him once again, "Don't think about intimidating Daffy while I'm purging the poison, I won't give you the chance!"
After he spoke, something happened that Charles would never forget.
Gavin, gripping his cell phone, slammed it to the ground with tremendous force!
"Crash!"
In an instant, Charles's cell phone was shattered to pieces.
The screen was broken into several fragments, the back cover had cracked, and whether the chips were damaged was still unknown.
A barely perceptible frown creased Charles's forehead.
A broken phone could be replaced. But the phone contained a lot of data, some of which hadn't been backed up.
"Hmph! Now you see just how formidable I am," Gavin boasted, wobbling on his feet, convinced he was exuding dominance.
Charles was in a pretty bad mood. If this guy weren't related to Daphne, Charles would have thrown him out a long time ago.
But now, watching Gavin fumble for his phone to call Daphne, all of Charles's irritation vanished. Somehow Gavin managed to dial and put the call on speakerphone. It wasn't long before the call connected.
It was past nine, and Daphne hadn't gone to bed.
"Hello?" Daphne's voice was faint.
"Daffy, rest easy, Gavin will never surrender!" Gavin declared with an air of loftiness after hearing Daphne's response, "Charles will never get to you through me!"
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