Chapter 63 Itchy Skin Can Be Scratched, But What About Itchy Hearts?
The group stared at him, not quite knowing if he was being serious with them, or if they should laugh at him.
A handsome young man in a racing suit spoke up, "Isn't Charles quite wealthy? Can't he give Daphne something from the divorce?"
"He isn’t give her anything," Rex insisted. "You know how stingy he is. Just think about what he did when he worked with you."
"He is quite stingy."
"Poor Daphne."
For a moment, everyone looked at Daphne with a mixture of pity and intrigue at the same time. Other people who married into wealthy families would at least get something when forced to divorce, but Daphne was to get nothing?
Oh well, what was it to do with them? Daphne remained silent, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the situation.
"Alright then, for Rex's sake, I'll let you participate in two projects," the handsome young man finally said.
The young man spoke decisively, "When the time comes, you transfer your investment funds to me, and just wait for the annual dividends."
"No need," Daphne declined. The handsome young man was confused, not understanding Daphne’s response.
Rex casually said, "She's embarrassed and doesn't want to use any relationship with Charles."
"This project has nothing to do with Charles, it's entirely separate," the young man explained, "Just relax."
Daphne didn't say anything. She just looked at Rex, her eyes questioning what he was up to.
"Just wait a little longer," Rex whispered to her. He had come back on purpose to watch the show. "After we're done talking, I'll send you back."
Why did she feel like this was a trap? It didn’t matter if she wanted to leave or not, she could only stay here and chat with them half-heartedly. In this desolate wilderness she found herself in, she couldn't even hail a taxi.
About twenty minutes later, a car drove quickly in, its headlights blinding everyone as it swung around. It wasn’t long until a man, with long and well-proportioned legs, exuding an exceptional charm, got out of the car. He was wearing a long coat and walked toward them in big strides.
"Rex, Charles is here."
"Why do I feel like Charles isn't in a good mood?"
"His killing intent is palpable."
Rex smirked, crossing his legs. In a casual tone, he said, "When Charles comes over to us, remember to compliment Daphne. He likes it when people compliment his wife."
"But aren't they getting a divorce?"
"Do you want others to say that you married a useless woman after your divorce?" It was a simple sentence, but everyone suddenly understood.
They thought people like Charles only cared about their reputations, no caring about respect. Now they understood that he did care. They needed to compliment Daphne, it was a necessity.
They would compliment him, until the bitter end!
When Charles arrived, he saw Daphne standing there talking on the phone, while Rex and a group of men chatted, all of them lacking all masculinity. Almost instantly, Charles came to the conclusion, that it was impossible for Daphne to be attracted to any of these men.
They greeted, "Hello, Mr. Lancelot."
"You came quickly," Rex expression and demeanor remained the same.
Charles swept a cold gaze at the crowd, devoid of any warmth, and then finally looked at Daphne, who was still on the phone. The crowd noticed his gaze, and after exchanging glances, began to compliment her.
"Mr. Lancelot, your wife is so beautiful. Why haven't we seen her accompanying you before?"
"Exactly."
"I thought Rex was joking when he said Daphne is good-looking."
"Mr. Lancelot, are you really willing to divorce Miss Murphy?"
One after another, they spoke earnestly. Charles's eyes deepened, mistakenly interpreting their curious gazes as anticipation for him to divorce, thinking they were eager to pursue him.
"If you have time to care about my affairs, you might as well focus on your own projects." Charles anticipated that they would gather around Daphne after their conversation, the thought left him feeling displeased.
"Are you guys even qualified to come out and have fun with your performance?"
All eyes turned to Rex, what was going on? Why did Mr. Lancelot seem angry?
"Alright, let's stop here for today," Rex spoke slowly and casually, "We can discuss the details, once Charles divorces Daphne. It's not quite appropriate to talk about it now."
"Alright," they agreed, thinking Rex was talking about the project.
Charles' handsome black eyes suddenly turned cold, as he stood holding his breath. His stance making a chill run down everyone's spine.
Rex noticed everything, a faint curve forming at the corner of his lips. He waved at Daphne, who had just finished her call, "Daphne, let's go!"
Daphne put her phone away and looked at him. When she saw Charles approaching, she glanced at him briefly and then shifted her gaze away, as she walked up to Rex and the other men,
Before Rex could say anything, Charles, with a chilly tone, said, "You're having a great time here, aren't you?"
"Much better than being with you," Daphne gave him no face at all.
Everyone was shocked at the straight talking from Daphne. Was she really that formidable?
"We are still married, so think carefully, about what you should and shouldn't do," Charles showed no mercy, his words were cold, "I don't want to see any negative rumors about Mrs. Lancelot from The Lancelot Group online."
As he said this, Charles glanced at those few people over there. The hearts of the three people shrank suddenly. They wondered why Charle’s gaze was unfriendly towards them.
Daphne gave him a cold look and couldn't be bothered to respond. She knew that he was the least qualified person to say such things.
"Charles," Rex walked up to him, leaning in to his ear, and lowered his voice, "Are you lacking confidence when you say these things to Daphne?"
Charles gave him a glare, what a stupid thing to say to him. Lacking in confidence? Was he joking? Why would he lack confidence?
"Daphne hasn't done anything wrong," Rex said boldly, his tone calm, "It's you who chose to divorce her for a crush." Charles balked at him.
Rex patted his shoulder. "You're such a jerk."
"Do you feel itchy?" Charles spoke in a cold tone.
"If you're feeling itchy, a beating will do." Rex hinted with various implications, "How will you satisfy this itch?"
"Rex!" Charles coldly exclaimed. It had been six months and Rex was becoming more and more disrespectful.
"Why so serious over a joke?" Rex distanced himself from him and continued to smile, "I'll take Daphne back first. Remember to take the things Grandpa asked for back to the company."
The last sentence was for the others to hear, to avoid arousing suspicion. Both he and Charles were here, and if Daphne didn't sit with Charles, it would look odd.
If Charles' car leaves, there will undoubtedly be rumors circulating. By using his grandfather as an excuse, no one would say anything. After all, everyone in the social circle knows that Rex Lancelot of the Lancelot family has no interest in making money or working.
"Grandfather asked you to drive." Charles' gaze swept over Daphne and Rex, causing Rex to wonder if Charles was jealous?
"Why don't you both take what grandfather wants and send it back together," Daphne finally found an opportunity, her tone still indifferent. "Just give me the key to the other car, and I'll go back on my own."
"That won't do." Rex unlocked the car, holding the keys as he got into the driver's seat. "Grandfather insisted that I safely take you home. If I let you go alone, he would flay me alive."
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