Chapter 305 Accepting with Tears
Charles chuckled softly.
Brian couldn't quite read his thoughts.
"I'd be exposing myself if I asked," Charles said bluntly, eyeing Brian. "Who cares about a five-year-old kid?"
"Aren't you planning to tell Daphne you've recovered?" Brian asked.
Charles got it. "If she knew, she wouldn't care about me anymore."
He wasn't dumb. Once he left, Benjamin next door would swoop in on Daphne.
"Or are you planning to tell her?" Charles asked when Brian stayed silent.
"I'm not one to meddle," Brian said. "But remember, Daphne despises deception. If she finds out you're faking, she'll cut you off for good."
Charles didn't respond, but his eyes showed he was thinking.
"Also," Brian added, "this is a lawful society. Murder and injury are illegal. Keep your thoughts in check."
"I don't need your reminder," Charles said, unfazed.
They chatted a bit more before wrapping up.
Mark had been waiting outside. When he saw Charles, he approached. "Mr. Lancelot, Brian."
"I've told Charles everything," Brian said briefly. "Just live as usual."
"Well..." Mark hesitated.
Brian asked, "What?"
"How old is Mr. Lancelot now?" Mark asked, adding, "Mentally."
Brian looked at Charles, asking if he wanted Mark to know.
Charles, with one hand in his pocket, said, "Normal."
"Really?" Mark was surprised, thinking, 'If he's normal, he'll regain his memory soon.'
Feeling relieved, Mark agreed. "Don't tell Daphne about today," Charles warned with fierce eyes. "Or you'll regret it."
Mark felt a chill but agreed. "Don't worry. I promise."
"Let's go," Charles said to Brian. "Remember what you promised."
"Don't worry," Brian replied.
Charles walked out in all-black casual wear, looking more relaxed than usual.
Brian noticed Mark hadn't left and smiled. "Mark, anything else?"
"I want to ask," Mark said quickly, seeing Charles not looking back, "Does Mr. Lancelot have a split personality?"
Brian was taken aback but quickly responded, "Why do you ask?"
"He's so different," Mark said. "Even with memory loss, his personality shouldn't change this much."
"What are you still standing there for?" Charles called out.
Mark's heart skipped a beat, but he still wanted an answer. "Brian?"
"Go quickly, or he'll get impatient," Brian said, not answering directly.
Mark wondered why Brian didn't just give a straight answer. It would only take a moment to say yes or no!
"Mark," Charles's voice carried a hint of pressure.
Mark questioned Brian's character, yet he calmly walked over to Charles, got into the car, and drove off.
After a bit, Charles glanced at him. "What were you talking to Brian about?"
"Nothing," Mark replied.
"Is that how you talk to your boss?" Charles asked.
"I've always talked to you like this," Mark said seriously. "You even told me to keep it up and praised me for not being sycophantic and for speaking my mind."
Charles remained skeptical, thinking, 'Was I really that naive before?'
"Are we heading home or to Ms. Murphy's place?" Mark asked. "HorizonTech Group has their annual party tonight. Ms. Murphy will probably be back late. How about going to my place first?"
"No," Charles refused.
"Then to Ms. Murphy's place?" Mark asked.
"To HorizonTech Group," Charles blurted out.
The more Daphne didn't want Charles to show up, the more he wanted to—not just show up but appear sweetly with her, preferably getting photographed by reporters and posted online.
Mark looked puzzled. "What are we going there for?"
"To see her," Charles said, not wanting to elaborate.
Mark pointed out, "Even if you go, you won't see her."
"Why?" Charles asked.
"Because the party is at a hotel, not the company," Mark replied.
"Then let's go to the hotel," Charles said.
"I don't know which hotel," Mark said, feeling tonight was the most he'd ever contradicted Charles. He wondered if Charles would dock his pay after regaining his memory.
Charles looked at Mark with narrow eyes. "Then find out."
So righteous and confident. Was he really a qualified assistant?
"We can't find out," Mark said seriously, taking advantage of Charles's recent memory recovery. "HorizonTech Group's annual party never notifies the media. Even if you search all of Gedser, it won't help."
"Mark," Charles felt his patience running out.
Mark remained obedient. "At your service."
"If you still want this job, find out where Daphne's party is and take me there," Charles wasn't joking. "Otherwise, I'll fire you immediately."
"According to my employment contract, if you fire me, the severance pay is $150,000," Mark said seriously. "So, are you firing me now or tomorrow?"
Charles glanced at Mark and suddenly wasn't angry anymore.
He rubbed his phone and sent a message to the secretary group: [Find out the location of HorizonTech Group's party tonight. The first one to find out gets a $30,000 bonus.]
The secretary group went crazy instantly.
Mark heard his phone constantly ringing, thinking it was some urgent work.
When he saw the message in the group, he twitched his lips. "Mr. Lancelot, you..."
Shameless!
"The Lancelot Group doesn't rely solely on you," Charles said, having familiarized himself with the phone and understood the purpose of each group.
Charles might have no memory, but he wasn't stupid.
Mark tearfully posted the location of HorizonTech Group's party in the group and tearfully accepted the $30,000.
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