Chapter 158 Contract Love
Despite his materialistic beliefs, he couldn't entirely dismiss the concept of karma.
But seriously, why did Charles give his precious gem to Adeline? It made zero sense!
Patrick didn't dare to ask.
Matteo, on the other hand, had no problem speaking up. "She figured out I'm your guy."
"That's normal." Charles thought about Adeline's sharp mind and smirked. "She's always been sharper than most."
Matteo let out a breath of relief and quickly swore his loyalty. "Don't worry. I won't spill your secret to Mr. Livingston."
"Secret?" Charles looked at his fingertips, his tone casual. "What secret do I have?"
Matteo thought Charles didn't believe him and spilled the beans. "She told me you two aren't real. You're in a contract relationship to fulfill her grandma's wish."
Contract relationship? What contract relationship? Patrick was totally lost.
Charles's long legs stopped, and his hands paused at his sides.
Matteo thought he understood the situation well. "You agreed to this act to dodge a forced marriage, right? I get it."
Hearing this, the smile in Charles's eyes turned icy.
His lips pressed into a thin line, his chiseled face showing a hint of coldness, his voice flat. "She said it's fake?"
"Yeah." Matteo kept nodding, clueless about the impact of his words.
Charles turned to him, his voice so low it could be carried away by the wind. "It will be real."
What? Matteo didn't catch that and hurried to get closer to Charles.
But Charles didn't say another word, his tall figure radiating a chill, the hem of his coat flapping in the wind, making him look even more distant.
The limited edition Maybach was still parked there, trying not to draw attention.
But this time, he'd just come back from abroad with more bodyguards, which was bound to get noticed.
A line of imposing men in black stood there, waiting for Charles, and respectfully opened the car door for him.
At that moment, Charles exuded a commanding and dignified presence, particularly in his dark trench coat, resembling a mafia boss.
This side of him was never shown to Adeline.
To Adeline, he was just a sickly guy with a pale face.
"Drive a different car next time," Charles said casually as he sat in the back seat.
The new assistant quickly handed him a pen and some documents. "Yes, sir. What kind of car should I arrange next time? A longer one or something more comfortable?"
As usual, Charles sat with his legs crossed, reading the documents, and signed them smoothly. "A cheaper one."
The new assistant didn't expect that and was momentarily stunned, then said quietly, "Charles, the cheapest car we have is over three million dollars. If you want something cheaper, we'll need to buy it."
"Go handle it." Charles's voice was calm, giving nothing away.
The new assistant had only been around for a few days and was suddenly given this task. Though surprised, he didn't ask questions and marked it as a priority.
After all, the last assistant got exiled for overstepping and meddling in Charles's business.
He wasn't about to make the same mistake.
Plus, Charles was clearly in a bad mood, and who knew what had just gone down.
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