Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 27

Illuminated by the soft glow of the street lamps, the man’s angular features looked the epitome of irresistible charm.

His enchanting voice could seemingly suck the soul out of a living person, such that Charlotte was planted in a daze.

When she came back to her senses, Charlotte couldn't help but blush.

It was a relief that the darkness of the night masked her emotions faultlessly.

"I will give my best to live up to the trust you and the others put on me." Charlotte's mind was a blank sheet. She pulled out a random remark as a hasty reply and scurried into the residential area.

She even forgot to thank him.

As Shane watched her figure shrink into the distance, a smile crept onto his unknowing face, fending off his usual indifference.

However, immediately after, a hint of coldness flitted across his irises. If he was not mistaken, Charlotte still hadn’t cut ties with the Emerson family on that fateful night five years ago.

Suspiciously, Charlotte's birthday fell on the same, exact day as Yuliana's.

Regarding this, there had to be something he was still oblivious to.

Very soon, the day passed.

Once again, Charlotte arrived in front of the president's office with a stack of documents in her arms. Just as she was about to knock on the door, the secretary, Jace Dellamore, walked over with the same service smile she was previously greeted with.

"Ms. Emerson, the president isn't in right now. You may leave the documents in my care." As she spoke, Jace reached out with open palms to retrieve the documents from Charlotte. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Seeing Jace's seamless acting unfold before her eyes in such a calm and unruffled manner, Charlotte returned an even sweeter smile.

"Ms. Dellamore, thank you for your offer," Charlotte began, lowering her head to flip through the documents in her arms. "However, I think I'll just wait for Mr. Fuller here. Although these materials are no top secret, it’ll still take some time to reorganize these if something were to happen."

Charlotte raised her head and met Jace's eyes.

Now that Jace was faced with Charlotte's profound gaze, her cheeks turned red from guilt. Could it be that Charlotte had pieced something together?

On second thought, however, she regained composure. She was the president' s secretary, so what could an insignificant nobody like this design manager do to her?

With that, Jace stood a little taller. "Haha, Ms. Emerson, what could possibly happen if you were to leave them in my good hands?"

Glancing at Jace's smug posture, Charlotte smiled. Still, she remained standing with the documents in her arms as though she was not planning to make the slightest compromise.

After all, she had learned a lesson from her.

Eliciting no response from Charlotte, Jace seemed a little cross. "What is it? Does Ms. Emerson not trust me?"

Charlotte remained silent for a couple of seconds before a stony look took over her face. "That's right, Ms. Dellamore. I do not trust you."

At the thought of all she was put through the night before, she struggled to tame the anger coursing through her veins. Why did she have to work overtime and experience being locked up in the office building?

She hadn't done anything to get on anyone's nerves. Why was she being targeted?

"Ms. Dellamore, you gave the false orders. If I were to tell Mr. Fuller about this matter, what do you think will happen?"

The color instantly drained from Jace's face. "How, how did you find out?"

"You'll be fired."

A harmonic yet dispassionate voice interrupted their conversation. The two immediately snapped their heads up.

Shane approached with long strides. Right by his heels was his personal assistant, Cole Play.

The man's abstruse, glacial gaze landed on Charlotte.

"You, come to my office with me." Shane did not linger. Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and entered his office.

Baffled, Charlotte quickly scuttled after him. When the door clicked shut, Jace recovered from her stupor and attempted to barge in so that she could plead Shane to spare her some mercy.

To her dismay, Cole stopped her.

Jace began to weep. "Mr. Play, I'm begging you, please don't fire me. I can't afford to lose this job."

Met with a woman's tears, Cole was a little overwhelmed and swayed. Still, when he thought of the perpetually cold-blooded man on the other side of the door, he felt the hairs on his neck stand on

end. His life was more important than this.

"Ms. Dellamore, this is the president's order. None shall disobey it,” sighed Cole.

"It's not your first day here,” he continued. "I'm sure you’re not unfamiliar with the president's temper. He hates anyone who is constantly involved in strife. This time around, you got really lucky. You really hit the nail on the head."

"I know, but, but..." But how could she be content? What made this lady different such that she received preferential treatment from the higher-ups and was promoted with a pay raise within a few days of her entry?

Needless to say, Cole effortlessly read Jace's mind. Without delay, he dropped HR a call and had them start processing her dismissal formalities.