Chapter 5 Give Her a Beating
Kayla looked at Charles.
She said something ambiguous: "I'll listen to Charles."
"Charlie, can you show it?" Daphne's beautiful eyes glanced up slightly.
Seeing her pretense, Charles didn't say much, simply raised his hand and took out a phone from the table, opening WhatsApp and one of the chat threads, flipping through the conversation and handing it to her.
Daphne accepted it.
The contents of the chat conversation appeared before her.
Mrs. Lancelot: [As long as you help me get rid of Kayla, I'll repay your debts and give you one million dollars on top of that.]
Driver: “I don't know if I can trust your words.”
Mrs. Lancelot: "I am Charles' wife, one million is nothing to me."
Driver: "I'll believe you this once. If you dare not pay, I will expose you to the Lancelot Group! I fear nothing!"
Driver: "Send me the picture."
Mrs. Lancelot: "Here is the image."
Daphne finished reading and raised an eyebrow. "Is this all?"
Charles looked down at her, hoping to find a hint of panic on her face, but found nothing. "That's all."
"It wasn't me." Daphne returned the phone and analyzed the situation logically. "With Mr. Lancelot's abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to find out who is behind this account with real-name verification."
"The account is new and doesn't have real-name verification." Charles' demeanor turned cold.
"We can check the login IP address." Daphne suggested.
Charles furrowed his brow slightly and his gaze swept over her, his eyes deep. Daphne had never left an impression of being clever to him.
In the past, he had always been the one to solve any troubles for her. Why did it feel like she had become a different person now?
"Are you going to tell me that the IP address is hidden by the other party?" Daphne took the initiative to speak when he remained silent for a long time.
Charles didn't answer her, but gave a command: "Mark, have the technical department check all the login IP addresses for this account."
"Yes, sir." Mark took his phone and left.
"It really wasn't you?" Charles's voice still carried a hint of indifference, his eyes unreadable.
When he saw the chat records, his first reaction was that Daphne had done it, considering that her actions in these past few days had contradicted his impression of her.
A person who didn't care about money asked for so much in the divorce. A gentle personality suddenly became confrontational with him. Who knew if her kindness and carefree divorce were just an act as well?
"Rather than wasting time with me, it would be better to thoroughly investigate how this Driver knew Miss Baker's route for today's event." Daphne didn't argue with him.
Before Charles could speak, Daphne added, "And also."
"What?"
"Such matters should be reported to the police as soon as possible," Daphne reminded, her gaze falling on his remarkably handsome face, "instead of focusing on someone like me who is irrelevant."
Charles's eyes grew slightly deeper.
He didn't know why, but upon learning that it was Daphne, his first instinct was to find her rather than report to the police.
For a moment, their gazes locked. A strange atmosphere started to envelop the two of them.
Charles saw only her reflection in his eyes. Her eyes, which often carried a smile, blinked gently, and her curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
The two of them continued to gaze at each other, neither willing to look away.
It was only when Kayla's voice came that Charles snapped back to reality: "Charles.”
"What's wrong?"
"I want to rest." From her simple sentence, it was clear that she wanted to dismiss everyone.
Daphne had no intention of letting her rest. She stood up and walked to the bedside, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Before you rest, Miss Baker, shouldn't you apologize to me?"
"What?" Kayla looked bewildered.
Charles understood what she meant, and he called out her name with a warning tone, "Daphne!"
"For now, let's not count the fact that you tempted my husband, after all, you couldn't accomplish it on your own," Daphne continued, unaffected by his reaction. "Let's first talk about the unfounded accusation you made against me."
"I'm sorry." Kayla quickly apologized, her voice filled with remorse, her fingers tightening nervously, fearful of the consequences.
"I see," Daphne said. "I thought it was you who didn't want to see Charles accompany me shopping, and deliberately staged this accident."
"It's not true!" Kayla instinctively explained.
"Daphne!" Charles was angry.
"Why are you so angry? Can't I crack a joke?" Daphne maintained her good temper, as if she really didn't care.
"Have you ever cracked a joke like this before?" Charles instinctively protected Kayla. "I know you don't like her, but you don't need to slander her."
Daphne laughed, looking at him and said each word deliberately, "You're so angry over a joke, but when she told you I hired someone to hit her, were you this angry on my behalf?"
Charles paused, his deep gaze unfathomable.
"Charles." Daphne called him, with a touch of formality.
Although it was just an ordinary form of address, Charles's heart felt slightly flustered.
"Do I need to remind you that we are still not divorced?" Daphne's emotions started to rise. If not for her strong self-esteem, she wanted to tell him that by protecting other women in front of her, she would also have emotions.
"Charles." Kayla interjected at the right moment, with an understanding look, "It was my fault, don't be angry with Miss Murphy."
Daphne was speechless.
She had no intention of dealing with this scheming bitch, but it didn't mean she could tolerate someone bullying her repeatedly.
"When did our family affairs become Miss Baker's responsibility?" Her words were indifferent, spoken lightly.
"I just don't want to see you two arguing."
"We are arguing because of you."
"I'm sorry."
"If apologies were effective, why would we need the police?"
"That's enough!" Charles became somewhat annoyed, grabbing Daphne's hand and pulling her towards the door. This time, his grip was gentler than before. "Come with me."
Daphne didn't linger.
She casually grabbed her own bag and followed him outside.
Charles dragged her to the end of the corridor, Charles suppressed all the emotions in his heart and regained his indifferent demeanor. "What do you want to do?"
"Scold her."
"..."
"Scold her as a mistress."
"She is not."
"Then am I?"
"You are not."
"Then who is?"
In the face of Daphne's question, Charles couldn't bring himself to answer. The atmosphere became tense.
He lowered his eyes, wanting to explain something to her, but he found her delicate face filled with impatience. The once gentle sparkle in her eyes was gone.
After struggling for a while, he blurted out, "You weren't like this before."
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