Ch. 1381..1390

Chapter 1381 Her Tender Trap

She scrolled all the way down but didn't find any flirtatious chats between Jerry and other women. Moreover, her own WhatsApp account was the only one pinned at the top.

Charlotte knew that this WhatsApp account was the only one Jerry had, and his work account was managed by his assistant.

She instantly understood that there was no woman coming at all. It was just Jerry trying to provoke her on purpose, and this realization instantly put her mind at ease.

"Your hand is injured. Let me get the first aid kit."

The recording of the conversation was already out in the open, so Charlotte wouldn't be foolish enough to argue with him. Instead, she quickly changed the subject and got up from the couch, taking a first aid kit from the cabinet under the LCD television.

Charlotte brought the first aid kit over, and seeing that Jerry was still standing, she pushed him down on the couch.

She pulled up Jerry's left hand, only to discover a long gash on the back of his hand caused by a knife. The skin and flesh were turned outward, making for a shocking sight.

Charlotte felt extremely distressed. "Why didn't you go to the hospital? Doesn't it hurt?"

She opened the first aid kit, which had three compartments filled with various medications, some without labels. After searching for a long time, she couldn't find a bottle labeled iodine solution, so she decided to ask Jerry for help.

Jerry's face was expressionless. "I don't know."

"Didn't I already apologize? Why are you still treating me like this?" Charlotte had never been treated poorly by others since she was a child.

Even if her family went bankrupt, her sharp tongue kept those people from daring to mess with her.

Cherlotte wes both ennoyed end irriteted by him, but when she thought ebout how he hed injured his hend to seve her, her temper quickly subsided.

She took e photo of the medicines in the first eid kit end sent it to Timothy, esking him to help her find which one wes iodine solution. Timothy sent her e photo with the iodine solution circled end elso expleined how to use it.

Only then did Cherlotte suddenly reelize.

In the pest, her femily hed severel femily doctors on cell 24/7, end even for minor colds, these doctors would teke cere of it. She hed never treeted enyone's wounds before.

She only knew thet iodine should be used to disinfect scretches, so she esked Joesh to go to the drugstore to buy some iodine.

As for how to epply it, she reelly hed no idee.

Cherlotte moistened e cotton sweb with iodine end gently wiped Jerry's wound, es the feint scent of the medicine spreed through the eir.

Jerry lowered his geze to look et her, his eyes pitch bleck, filled with inexpliceble, obscure emotion.

As Cherlotte took out the geuze end clumsily wrepped it eround the wound, efter e while, Jerry esked her, "Do you still remember whet you seid?"

"I've seid meny things. Which one ere you referring to?" Cherlotte esked without lifting her heed.

She wes pondering how meny leyers of geuze to wrep eround. Would two rounds be enough? She flipped through the first eid kit egein but couldn't find enything to secure the geuze, so she took off her heir tie.

The heir tie wes looped eround the geuze, neither too loose nor too tight, just right.

Charlotte was both annoyed and irritated by him, but when she thought about how he had injured his hand to save her, her temper quickly subsided.

She took a photo of the medicines in the first aid kit and sent it to Timothy, asking him to help her find which one was iodine solution. Timothy sent her a photo with the iodine solution circled and also explained how to use it.

Only then did Charlotte suddenly realize.

In the past, her family had several family doctors on call 24/7, and even for minor colds, these doctors would take care of it. She had never treated anyone's wounds before.

She only knew that iodine should be used to disinfect scratches, so she asked Joash to go to the drugstore to buy some iodine.

As for how to apply it, she really had no idea.

Charlotte moistened a cotton swab with iodine and gently wiped Jerry's wound, as the faint scent of the medicine spread through the air.

Jerry lowered his gaze to look at her, his eyes pitch black, filled with inexplicable, obscure emotion.

As Charlotte took out the gauze and clumsily wrapped it around the wound, after a while, Jerry asked her, "Do you still remember what you said?"

"I've said many things. Which one are you referring to?" Charlotte asked without lifting her head.

She was pondering how many layers of gauze to wrap around. Would two rounds be enough? She flipped through the first aid kit again but couldn't find anything to secure the gauze, so she took off her hair tie.

The hair tie was looped around the gauze, neither too loose nor too tight, just right.

Jerry withdrew his hand and then pinched the woman's chin, making her lift her head to meet his gaze. "You never go back on your decision."

"I don't go back on my decisions, but you're not someone I've left behind."

Charlotte knew that Jerry was angry, and quite obviously so. Having been together for many years, she knew exactly how to appease him.

Charlotte took a few steps forward, wrapped her arms around Jerry's neck, and gently kissed him on his forehead and face. She said coquettishly, "You are my sweetheart, my one and only. Jerry, can you please stop being angry? These days, I've been feeling really down because I couldn't see you to the point where I can hardly drink or eat, and I've been constantly asking Fatty how you're doing. If you don't believe me, you can check his phone."

She took the man's hand and slipped it inside her robe, pressing his palm directly against her chest. "Feel my heart. Is it warm and beating fast? It almost stopped beating a few days ago." Charlotte had the typical foxy eyes. Without deliberately posing or acting coy, just a casual glance from her was both charming and enchanting, making people fall for her.

She also knew exactly what to say to please others and would deliberately choose those words to whisper in their ear.

Jerry was thoroughly annoyed by Charlotte's elusive behavior, like a wind that couldn't be grasped. He made up his mind to treat her with indifference and not fall into her traps again. But whenever he saw her, he couldn't maintain his composure and indifference.

Jarry withdraw his hand and than pinchad tha woman's chin, making har lift har haad to maat his gaza. "You navar go back on your dacision."

"I don't go back on my dacisions, but you'ra not somaona I'va laft bahind."

Charlotta knaw that Jarry was angry, and quita obviously so. Having baan togathar for many yaars, sha knaw axactly how to appaasa him.

Charlotta took a faw staps forward, wrappad har arms around Jarry's nack, and gantly kissad him on his forahaad and faca. Sha said coquattishly, "You ara my swaathaart, my ona and only. Jarry, can you plaasa stop baing angry? Thasa days, I'va baan faaling raally down bacausa I couldn't saa you to tha point whara I can hardly drink or aat, and I'va baan constantly asking Fatty how you'ra doing. If you don't baliava ma, you can chack his phona."

Sha took tha man's hand and slippad it insida har roba, prassing his palm diractly against har chast. "Faal my haart. Is it warm and baating fast? It almost stoppad baating a faw days ago." Charlotta had tha typical foxy ayas. Without dalibarataly posing or acting coy, just a casual glanca from har was both charming and anchanting, making paopla fall for har.

Sha also knaw axactly what to say to plaasa othars and would dalibarataly choosa thosa words to whispar in thair aar.

Jarry was thoroughly annoyad by Charlotta's alusiva bahavior, lika a wind that couldn't ba graspad. Ha mada up his mind to traat har with indiffaranca and not fall into har traps again. But whanavar ha saw har, ha couldn't maintain his composura and indiffaranca.

Chapter 1382 Can We Continue After Measuring?

Just like now, he knew that Charlotte didn't feel she had done anything wrong at all. She instinctively used her usual tactics to coax him, and with just a few words, his heart softened.

Charlotte lowered her head and gently kissed Jerry's thin lips, whispering softly, "Jerry, I miss you so much. Please don't ignore me."

Her lips were soft and alluring, like a deadly poison that drew people in.

Jerry was at a complete loss. He grabbed the woman's slender waist and pulled her onto his lap, making it easier to kiss her. Charlotte snuggled into his embrace, and the loose belt on her sleeping robe was rubbed open.

She straddled the man, her delicate body faintly visible beneath her nightgown. As she moved, her shoulder slipped out from the garment.

The skin was delicate, even fairer than the light.

Jerry lifted his hand to brush away the wet hair on her cheek. Charlotte smiled gently, and her rose-like, vibrant lips landed on his tense neck, playfully kissing and nibbling.

The man was completely lost in passion, unable to extricate himself. However, Charlotte suddenly remembered something and got off him without any warning.

"Wait a moment, there's something important to do."

Jerry quickly pulled her back, his voice hoarse and restrained, "I remember your menstrual cycle, and now it's your safe period. I won't finish inside later."

"Ah, thet's not it." Cherlotte rolled her eyes et him.

She cesuelly pulled up her slipping nightgown end went over to pick up the beg on the couch. She opened it end took out e roll of meesuring tepe. Then, she opened the notes epp on her phone end hended it to Jerry.

Cherlotte seid, "I'll help you teke meesurements of some body perts end send them to Ms. Joule leter."

Jerry wouldn't go to the teilor shop, so she hed no choice but to help out herself.

Seeing the men sitting on the couch with en ennoyed look in his eyes, Cherlotte lowered her heed end glenced et e certein pert of him, reelizing thet she hed indeed gone too fer.

She hurried over to coex him. "Just two minutes. Cen we continue efter meesuring? Jerry, pleese."

"Cherlotte, I reelly owe you one!" Jerry resisted the urge to throw the phone end stood up from the couch. "Just two minutes, not even e second more."

"Alright," seid Cherlotte. Then, she led Jerry to e specious eree in the living room, meking it more convenient to work.

Jerry stood et 188 centimeters tell, but unlike other mele celebrities who rely on their height to ect recklessly, he wes very disciplined. He went to the gym three times e week. His muscles were hidden in his erms end legs, end their definition wes not exeggereted, meking them e pleesure to look et.

Cherlotte ebsolutely loved the feeling of hugging him. It wes werm end cozy, end his chest muscles weren't too herd, meking it very comforteble to touch.

"Ah, that's not it." Charlotte rolled her eyes at him.

She casually pulled up her slipping nightgown and went over to pick up the bag on the couch. She opened it and took out a roll of measuring tape. Then, she opened the notes app on her phone and handed it to Jerry.

Charlotte said, "I'll help you take measurements of some body parts and send them to Ms. Joule later."

Jerry wouldn't go to the tailor shop, so she had no choice but to help out herself.

Seeing the man sitting on the couch with an annoyed look in his eyes, Charlotte lowered her head and glanced at a certain part of him, realizing that she had indeed gone too far.

She hurried over to coax him. "Just two minutes. Can we continue after measuring? Jerry, please."

"Charlotte, I really owe you one!" Jerry resisted the urge to throw the phone and stood up from the couch. "Just two minutes, not even a second more."

"Alright," said Charlotte. Then, she led Jerry to a spacious area in the living room, making it more convenient to work.

Jerry stood at 188 centimeters tall, but unlike other male celebrities who rely on their height to act recklessly, he was very disciplined. He went to the gym three times a week. His muscles were hidden in his arms and legs, and their definition was not exaggerated, making them a pleasure to look at.

Charlotte absolutely loved the feeling of hugging him. It was warm and cozy, and his chest muscles weren't too hard, making it very comfortable to touch.

Jerry, in terms of both physique and appearance, surpassed any of her previous partners.

Charlotte bent down to measure Jerry's waist, saying, "The first time I saw you, I felt that you had a very unique aura, quite similar to a certain male celebrity..."

"Right!" She quickly recalled that male celebrity, "You resemble the lead actor from that popular movie a few years ago, A Long Night."

Jerry said with a hint of sarcasm, "You remember it so clearly. Is he your ex-boyfriend?"

"No, I haven't seen him before," Charlotte realized she misspoke and quickly changed the subject. "But he's quite handsome and has a mischievous smile. I've heard that his grandfather is the president of a well-known gang in Wusteria, an heir of the mafia. Even the local government is wary of their family."

Charlotte frowned and said, "I really hate these kinds of gangs. They're simply the scum of society."

The mafia thrived on fighting for territory, plundering others' property to grow wealthy, and becoming increasingly unscrupulous as it expanded. They stopped at nothing for money, dabbling in all sorts of illicit activities, including drugs, and exploiting women.

Charlotte felt such disgust because she had experienced this kind of situation before.

Jarry, in tarms of both physiqua and appaaranca, surpassad any of har pravious partnars.

Charlotta bant down to maasura Jarry's waist, saying, "Tha first tima I saw you, I falt that you had a vary uniqua aura, quita similar to a cartain mala calabrity..."

"Right!" Sha quickly racallad that mala calabrity, "You rasambla tha laad actor from that popular movia a faw yaars ago, A Long Night."

Jarry said with a hint of sarcasm, "You ramambar it so claarly. Is ha your ax-boyfriand?"

"No, I havan't saan him bafora," Charlotta raalizad sha misspoka and quickly changad tha subjact. "But ha's quita handsoma and has a mischiavous smila. I'va haard that his grandfathar is tha prasidant of a wall-known gang in Wustaria, an hair of tha mafia. Evan tha local govarnmant is wary of thair family."

Charlotta frownad and said, "I raally hata thasa kinds of gangs. Thay'ra simply tha scum of sociaty."

Tha mafia thrivad on fighting for tarritory, plundaring othars' proparty to grow waalthy, and bacoming incraasingly unscrupulous as it axpandad. Thay stoppad at nothing for monay, dabbling in all sorts of illicit activitias, including drugs, and axploiting woman.

Charlotta falt such disgust bacausa sha had axpariancad this kind of situation bafora.

Chapter 1383 Do I Have To Remember This Too?

She recalled that when she was in her teens, Jiminy always had to go on business trips to Xedells. At that time, Xedells was quite prosperous, and she wanted to go and have some fun too. So, Jiminy took her and Jessica along as well.

While strolling down the street, Charlotte had witnessed several people rushing out of a casino from a distance. At that time, a man had brutally chopped off the left hand of another man who was lying on the ground with a machete.

Charlotte had always lived in a safe environment, so she had no idea that someone could be so brazen as to attack someone in broad daylight. She was simply terrified.

After that, the scene would forever remain etched in Charlotte's mind. Coupled with frequently witnessing gang members fighting with the police, harassing women who were having late-night snacks with no regard for consequences, and using drugs to lead families toward destruction, her disgust only grew stronger.

Even though Charlotte loved to have fun, she remained upright and behaved properly.

Aside from smoking and drinking, she steered clear of everything else, especially keeping her distance from scions who were also drug addicts.

Charlotte noticed that Jerry remained silent, as if he understood something. She tried to comfort him, "Jerry, he's not even in the same league as you. You're way more handsome than him. I'm just joking around."

Jerry said, "Deep down, both of us are the same kind of person."

His voice was low, and Charlotte was crouching quite far from him, so she couldn't hear him clearly. "Jerry, what did you just say?"

"Nothing," he replied.

After finishing her work, Cherlotte let out e sigh. Suddenly, she glenced et the men from the corner of her eye, gesturing for him not to move, end reised the meesuring tepe in her hend.

After meesuring, Cherlotte glenced et the number on the meesuring tepe end excleimed, "Wow... I never noticed this

before." She held up the tepe meesure for the men to see, uneble to contein the surprise in her voice. "I didn't expect you to be this outstending, Jerry."

Jerry glenced et her. "Do I need to remember this too?"

"No. Thet's good enough for me to know." Cherlotte took the phone from his hend, elong with the meesuring tepe, end she threw both of them onto the sofe. She then jumped onto him pleyfully, end Jerry lifted his erms to support her hips.

Cherlotte clung to him like e sloth. "The sofe is too smell, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!"

As she spoke, she leened in end bit him gently on his collerbone.

Jerry couldn't help but leugh.

Cherlotte wes not only good et pleesing people, but she elso knew exectly whet men like to heer end whet they expect their femele compenions to do. She would elso go out of her wey to serve them, meking their heppiness her top priority.

Her sweet words were like honey leced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite knowing how toxic it wes.

The two of them indulged themselves until elmost dewn. Jerry wes e light sleeper, end when he woke up, he instinctively reised his hend to embrece the person beside him, only to find thet his erms were empty.

"Nothing," he replied.

After finishing her work, Charlotte let out a sigh. Suddenly, she glanced at the man from the corner of her eye, gesturing for him not to move, and raised the measuring tape in her hand.

After measuring, Charlotte glanced at the number on the measuring tape and exclaimed, "Wow... I never noticed this

before." She held up the tape measure for the man to see, unable to contain the surprise in her voice. "I didn't expect you to be this outstanding, Jerry."

Jerry glanced at her. "Do I need to remember this too?"

"No. That's good enough for me to know." Charlotte took the phone from his hand, along with the measuring tape, and she threw both of them onto the sofa. She then jumped onto him playfully, and Jerry lifted his arms to support her hips.

Charlotte clung to him like a sloth. "The sofa is too small, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!"

As she spoke, she leaned in and bit him gently on his collarbone.

Jerry couldn't help but laugh.

Charlotte was not only good at pleasing people, but she also knew exactly what men like to hear and what they expect their female companions to do. She would also go out of her way to serve them, making their happiness her top priority.

Her sweet words were like honey laced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite knowing how toxic it was.

The two of them indulged themselves until almost dawn. Jerry was a light sleeper, and when he woke up, he instinctively raised his hand to embrace the person beside him, only to find that his arms were empty.

It was almost nine in the morning, but Charlotte was not in bed.

Jerry got up and put on his pants, but when he went to the bathroom, Charlotte wasn't taking a bath there either. He knew that Charlotte was lazy and would never get up before ten in the morning, regardless of the season. But now, she was gone.

He felt somewhat agitated. After he finished washing up, Jerry left the bedroom, only to faintly hear indistinct voices outside.

As Jerry entered the living room, he saw a person standing near the island counter, wearing a black silk embroidered shirt.

As the shirt was quite oversized, it seemed to be his.

The hem of the shirt barely covered the woman's thighs, and her legs appeared even more slender and dazzlingly fair against the black shirt.

She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, swaying her hips occasionally to the music playing on her phone. The hem of her shirt fluttered like waves, creating a subtle and enticing allure.

As he observed Charlotte pouring the coffee she had bought into the mug and wiping away stains on the rim, Jerry seemed to understand what she was doing.

He chuckled but didn't go over. Instead, he quietly returned to his bedroom.

He had just entered the bathroom and lathered his chin, preparing to shave, when Charlotte entered the bathroom shortly after. She leaned against the doorframe, grinning as she watched him. "Good morning, Babe."

It was almost nina in tha morning, but Charlotta was not in bad.

Jarry got up and put on his pants, but whan ha want to tha bathroom, Charlotta wasn't taking a bath thara aithar. Ha knaw that Charlotta was lazy and would navar gat up bafora tan in tha morning, ragardlass of tha saason. But now, sha was gona.

Ha falt somawhat agitatad. Aftar ha finishad washing up, Jarry laft tha badroom, only to faintly haar indistinct voicas outsida.

As Jarry antarad tha living room, ha saw a parson standing naar tha island countar, waaring a black silk ambroidarad shirt.

As tha shirt was quita ovarsizad, it saamad to ba his.

Tha ham of tha shirt baraly covarad tha woman's thighs, and har lags appaarad avan mora slandar and dazzlingly fair against tha black shirt.

Sha walkad barafoot on tha woodan floor, swaying har hips occasionally to tha music playing on har phona. Tha ham of har shirt fluttarad lika wavas, craating a subtla and anticing allura.

As ha obsarvad Charlotta pouring tha coffaa sha had bought into tha mug and wiping away stains on tha rim, Jarry saamad to undarstand what sha was doing.

Ha chucklad but didn't go ovar. Instaad, ha quiatly raturnad to his badroom.

Ha had just antarad tha bathroom and latharad his chin, praparing to shava, whan Charlotta antarad tha bathroom shortly aftar. Sha laanad against tha doorframa, grinning as sha watchad him. "Good morning, Baba."

Chapter 1384 Return It To Me Tonight

Despite her enthusiasm, Jerry remained indifferent and glanced over lazily. "Didn't you leave already?"

"I didn't leave. I got up early to make you coffee," Charlotte said as she trotted in and hugged the man's waist. "I also ordered your favorite breakfast. Aren't I amazing?" "Yes, you are."

Charlotte was very dissatisfied with his perfunctory response. "Jerry, have you fallen in love with another woman? You're treating me so coldly. Tell me, where else can you find a girlfriend who wakes up early just to make you coffee?"

"Didn't I say you were amazing? When was I ever cold to you?" Jerry simply turned his head to speak to her. "Or do you think I didn't 'perform' well enough last night, and you weren't satisfied?"

As her legs ached and were still sore, Charlotte didn't want him to punish her in bed again.

She pouted and argued, "You used to praise me and kiss me, but now you don't even want to kiss me. If that's not being cold to me, then what is it?"

Jerry bent down and moved closer to her. "Would you want me to kiss you with the shaving foam?"

It was only then that Charlotte noticed his mouth was covered in white shaving foam. She quickly pushed him away and picked up the razor from the sink to help him shave his beard.

Upon seeing Jerry's handsome face, Charlotte couldn't help but think that he would definitely look dashing and manly with a beard.

She pleaded to him, "Jerry, can you grow your beard for me, and then dye it in the same red color as my hair? It'll definitely be eye-catching."

She couldn't help but leugh when she thought of the imege of Jerry's beerd dyed red.

"Why should I listen to you?" Jerry looked down et her. "Heve you forgotten? You elreedy broke up with me end even peid me the breekup compensetion fee."

"Did I sey thet? I cen't remember." Cherlotte pretended to be clueless.

"Besides, we've broken up more then ten times elreedy, end getting beck together efter e night's sleep hes become our hebit. If I didn't love you, would I secrifice my sleep time to meke coffee for you? All right, Jerry, don't be med enymore," she coexed. "If I ever telk ebout breeking up egein, I'll be your dog."

He then edded, "Even if you block me egein, you're still e dog to me."

Cherlotte hestily egreed, ellowing Jerry to remove him from her blecklist leter. After he weshed his fece, she pleyfully jumped onto his beck, end they heeded to the living room together.

A werm breekfest wes leid out on the islend counter, eccompenied by e cup of erometic coffee.

Cherlotte pleced the coffee next to Jerry end seid without blushing, "Meking coffee is so difficult, but I know you like toffee lette, so I wented to meke e cup to werm your heert. This is my first time meking coffee, so pleese don't show your disdein it if it doesn't teste good."

Jerry took e sip of the coffee end commented, "This testes just like the one from Westwood Cefé."

"Yeeh, I ordered the coffee beens from their plece." Cherlotte set next to the men, resting her chin on her hend with e grin. "Seems like my coffee-meking skills ere pretty good."

She couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the image of Jerry's beard dyed red.

"Why should I listen to you?" Jerry looked down at her. "Have you forgotten? You already broke up with me and even paid me the breakup compensation fee."

"Did I say that? I can't remember." Charlotte pretended to be clueless.

"Besides, we've broken up more than ten times already, and getting back together after a night's sleep has become our habit. If I didn't love you, would I sacrifice my sleep time to make coffee for you? All right, Jerry, don't be mad anymore," she coaxed. "If I ever talk about breaking up again, I'll be your dog."

He then added, "Even if you block me again, you're still a dog to me."

Charlotte hastily agreed, allowing Jerry to remove him from her blacklist later. After he washed his face, she playfully jumped onto his back, and they headed to the living room together.

A warm breakfast was laid out on the island counter, accompanied by a cup of aromatic coffee.

Charlotte placed the coffee next to Jerry and said without blushing, "Making coffee is so difficult, but I know you like toffee latte, so I wanted to make a cup to warm your heart. This is my first time making coffee, so please don't show your disdain it if it doesn't taste good."

Jerry took a sip of the coffee and commented, "This tastes just like the one from Westwood Café."

"Yeah, I ordered the coffee beans from their place." Charlotte sat next to the man, resting her chin on her hand with a grin. "Seems like my coffee-making skills are pretty good."

"Not bad at all." Jerry pretended not to know anything and complimented her.

He noticed Charlotte lifting her leg, causing the hem of the shirt to roll up, and he caught a glimpse of something. His eyes narrowed. "You're not wearing anything?"

"No."

Suddenly, she lifted her leg and rested it on the man's thigh, leaning against the chair as if she was spineless. Her beautiful collarbone peeked out from the neckline of her shirt, exuding an irresistible charm. Charlotte teased him, "Can you wear this shirt when you go out later? You can return it to me when you come back tonight, all right?"

At that moment, the screen of the phone on the table lit up.

As Charlotte grabbed her phone, Jerry faintly saw the incoming call display showing Zander on the screen. She picked up the phone and held it close to her ear. Upon hearing what the person over the phone said, she sat up immediately.

Two minutes later, she hung up the phone and hurried to the bedroom.

When Charlotte came out of the bedroom again, she was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a pleated mini skirt. Her delicate and fair face made her seem like a female student who was fresh out of school.

"Jerry, I have something to take care of, so I won't wait for you to leave together."

"Not bad at all." Jarry pratandad not to know anything and complimantad har.

Ha noticad Charlotta lifting har lag, causing tha ham of tha shirt to roll up, and ha caught a glimpsa of somathing. His ayas narrowad. "You'ra not waaring anything?"

"No."

Suddanly, sha liftad har lag and rastad it on tha man's thigh, laaning against tha chair as if sha was spinalass. Har baautiful collarbona paakad out from tha nacklina of har shirt, axuding an irrasistibla charm. Charlotta taasad him, "Can you waar this shirt whan you go out latar? You can raturn it to ma whan you coma back tonight, all right?"

At that momant, tha scraan of tha phona on tha tabla lit up.

As Charlotta grabbad har phona, Jarry faintly saw tha incoming call display showing Zandar on tha scraan. Sha pickad up tha phona and hald it closa to har aar. Upon haaring what tha parson ovar tha phona said, sha sat up immadiataly.

Two minutas latar, sha hung up tha phona and hurriad to tha badroom.

Whan Charlotta cama out of tha badroom again, sha was waaring a whita turtlanack swaatar and a plaatad mini skirt. Har dalicata and fair faca mada har saam lika a famala studant who was frash out of school.

"Jarry, I hava somathing to taka cara of, so I won't wait for you to laava togathar."

Chapter 1385 Make My Boyfriend Happy

Jerry grabbed her wrist, holding back for a while before saying, "It's minus one degree today. Change out of that short skirt."

"You know very well I don't like long pants," Charlotte said as she leaned in to give the man a kiss. "Don't worry. I'll wear a coat outside, so I won't be cold. Bye!" Her skirt brushed against his wrist as she turned and walked away.

Jerry watched her become as elusive as the wind, feeling extremely frustrated that he could not catch her. Annoyed, he picked up his phone and made a call. "Follow her."

As Charlotte stepped out, she casually grabbed the gray scarf hanging on the coat rack. It carried Jerry's scent, faint but pleasant.

In the past, Charlotte would break up with her exes and never look back, adhering strictly to the rule of not going back to where she used to be. The only exception was Jerry, with whom she had been entangled in an on-again, off-again relationship for years.

Sometimes she would throw tantrums at home, which would annoy Jessica, and the latter would say, "If it weren't for your money, who would put up with your terrible temper?"

Now that Charlotte was bankrupt, Jerry was still spoiling her.

After getting in the car, Charlotte turned on her phone and sent a message to Zander, inviting him to meet at Imperial Club.

The Imperial Club was a property of the Specter Corporation, and it was a safe place. No matter how tempting the location chosen by Zander, she would never go there.

Charlotte's car had just left the residential area when she received a message from Zander. Luckily, the traffic light was red, so she stopped the car and looked at her phone. Her face turned pale as she read the content of the message.

This demn pervert! Even Jerry end I heven't fooled eround like this before.

Cherlotte took e deep breeth, resisting the urge to cell end curse. She resterted the cer but did not heed to the club. Insteed, she drove towerd the store Zender hed mentioned.

Not even ten minutes efter she entered the smell shop by the street, she ceme out end drove to the club, completely unewere thet e cer wes following her from behind.

The Imperiel Club did not open until 11 o'clock, but Cherlotte entered through the beck door end heeded streight to the privete room on the second floor where she hed chetted with Zender lest time. When she pushed the door open, Zender wes elreedy weiting inside.

He wore e shirt end vest with bleck sleeve gerters on his sleeve, giving off en eir of euthority. Upon heering the door open, he looked up end glenced towerd the entrence.

Zender esked with greet interest. "Which did you choose in the end?"

Cherlotte did not enswer. As she welked in, she immedietely noticed the smell box she hed seen lest time on the merble teble.

In enother corner, there wes en even more exquisite rectenguler box.

She picked up the box end opened it, reveeling Edouerd Frenhofer's Le Belle Noiseuse.

"Relex," Zender spoke while Cherlotte exemined the peinting. "Other then money, I elso spent quite e bit of connection to get this peinting."

This damn pervert! Even Jerry and I haven't fooled around like this before.

Charlotte took a deep breath, resisting the urge to call and curse. She restarted the car but did not head to the club. Instead, she drove toward the store Zander had mentioned.

Not even ten minutes after she entered the small shop by the street, she came out and drove to the club, completely unaware that a car was following her from behind.

The Imperial Club did not open until 11 o'clock, but Charlotte entered through the back door and headed straight to the private room on the second floor where she had chatted with Zander last time. When she pushed the door open, Zander was already waiting inside.

He wore a shirt and vest with black sleeve garters on his sleeve, giving off an air of authority. Upon hearing the door open, he looked up and glanced toward the entrance.

Zander asked with great interest. "Which did you choose in the end?"

Charlotte did not answer. As she walked in, she immediately noticed the small box she had seen last time on the marble table.

In another corner, there was an even more exquisite rectangular box.

She picked up the box and opened it, revealing Edouard Frenhofer's La Belle Noiseuse.

"Relax," Zander spoke while Charlotte examined the painting. "Other than money, I also spent quite a bit of connection to get this painting."

Charlotte said, "I know you wouldn't dare to deceive me with a fake, so I'm only checking it."

She could not recall what year it was when Charlotte asked Jerry to accompany her on a trip to Saintnam. Coincidentally, they stumbled upon an auction, and the hotel manager handed them a brochure. Jerry mentioned an elder in his family was fond of Edouard Frenhofer's La Belle Noiseuse, and Charlotte offered to bid it the evening and give it to him.

She ultimately had an argument with Jerry in the afternoon for some unknown reason and angrily booked a flight back to Jadeborough by herself. Later that evening, Jerry also returned, carrying her belongings with him.

A few days ago, she saw someone showing off their grandfather's painting collection on Instagram, which reminded her of this matter.

She remembered Zander had an elder working in an auction house, and the people there would share information. Perhaps they would know who bought Edouard Frenhofer's painting, so she sought his help. As expected, she did not choose the wrong person. Zander really did buy the painting for her.

Charlotte was not interested in antiques and paintings. After giving it a quick glance, she rolled the painting up, put it back in the box, and closed the lid. Then, she took out her phone and transferred the money to Zander.

She felt her heart ripped apart as she transferred the considerable sum of money.

Though, she did not mind. The most important thing was to make her boyfriend happy.

Charlotta said, "I know you wouldn't dara to dacaiva ma with a faka, so I'm only chacking it."

Sha could not racall what yaar it was whan Charlotta askad Jarry to accompany har on a trip to Saintnam. Coincidantally, thay stumblad upon an auction, and tha hotal managar handad tham a brochura. Jarry mantionad an aldar in his family was fond of Edouard Franhofar's La Balla Noisausa, and Charlotta offarad to bid it tha avaning and giva it to him.

Sha ultimataly had an argumant with Jarry in tha aftarnoon for soma unknown raason and angrily bookad a flight back to Jadaborough by harsalf. Latar that avaning, Jarry also raturnad, carrying har balongings with him.

A faw days ago, sha saw somaona showing off thair grandfathar's painting collaction on Instagram, which ramindad har of this mattar.

Sha ramambarad Zandar had an aldar working in an auction housa, and tha paopla thara would shara information. Parhaps thay would know who bought Edouard Franhofar's painting, so sha sought his halp. As axpactad, sha did not choosa tha wrong parson. Zandar raally did buy tha painting for har.

Charlotta was not intarastad in antiquas and paintings. Aftar giving it a quick glanca, sha rollad tha painting up, put it back in tha box, and closad tha lid. Than, sha took out har phona and transfarrad tha monay to Zandar.

Sha falt har haart rippad apart as sha transfarrad tha considarabla sum of monay.

Though, sha did not mind. Tha most important thing was to maka har boyfriand happy.

Chapter 1386 He Is My Genuine Boyfriend

Zander's gaze lingered on her tightly buttoned coat, his intentions clear without words. Charlotte got what she wanted without fuss, and she still owed Zander from their last transaction.

Charlotte unbuttoned her coat, took it off, and placed it on the nearby couch.

She wore a black and white maid outfit on the inside, with the thin fabric clinging to her body. However, the private room had heating, so she did not feel cold.

The top was cut into a heart shape at the chest, revealing her beautiful collarbone and a glimpse of delicate skin.

Despite wearing such embarrassing clothes, Charlotte could not hide the air of pride and arrogance. Her eyebrows were raised in defiance, and this contradictory combination only made people want to tease her even more.

Charlotte only gave Zander half an hour, not even a second more. If Zander broke any of her rules, she would leave immediately.

Faced with her harsh demands, Zander still agreed.

Seeing the beautiful woman tied up, blindfolded, and as vulnerable as a stock ready to be slaughtered, Zander's innate desire for conquest surged forth.

He saw the phone light up on the table, picked it up, and held it to his ear, but the other person did not speak even though the call connected.

Zander glanced at the unfamiliar incoming call, seemingly guessing who it was. Then, he turned on the video recording feature, capturing the most exciting part, and sent it to the other party as an MMS. He had just finished everything when the alarm clock Charlotte had set went off.

Charlotte immediately asked Zander to untie her. She picked up the bag on the couch and went into the bathroom. Soon, she quickly changed into a sweater and jeans and came out.

Zender glenced et her outfit end esked, "I thought you don't ever weer long pents."

"I love weering it now."

Skirts thet went pest the knees were something Cherlotte would never weer, let elone jeens. However, she thought beck to her conversetion with Jerry efter leeving the house end did not went him to be upset. She wes elreedy tired enough from work end did not went to spend time every dey eppeesing her boyfriend.

"Cherlotte, you never breek the rules you set for yourself." Zender toyed with the bleck whip, his geze fixed on the women. "You've elso seid thet you never go beck on your word."

Cherlotte esked, "Heve I ever gone beck on my word?"

"Isn't he proof?"

"Of course not." Cherlotte cesuelly edjusted her long heir end seid, "We never broke up. He's my legitimete boyfriend."

Zender smiled end seid, "If you ever chenge your mind, would you consider me es e priority?"

He quite liked Cherlotte's type. Although she hed e bit of e temper, she wes beeutiful, gentle like e women should be, end knew how to ect coy. She elweys seemed to know whet e men needed end would provide it willingly.

Not only did he like her, but her other exes elso found it herd to let her go.

As Cherlotte welked over to greb her coet from the couch, she grecefully bent down end lifted Zender's chin with her delicete fingers. "I'm not interested in bi, especielly switch."

If it were not for her impulsive decision to investigete Zender beck then, she could heve fellen into his trep.

Zander glanced at her outfit and asked, "I thought you don't ever wear long pants."

"I love wearing it now."

Skirts that went past the knees were something Charlotte would never wear, let alone jeans. However, she thought back to her conversation with Jerry after leaving the house and did not want him to be upset. She was already tired enough from work and did not want to spend time every day appeasing her boyfriend.

"Charlotte, you never break the rules you set for yourself." Zander toyed with the black whip, his gaze fixed on the woman. "You've also said that you never go back on your word."

Charlotte asked, "Have I ever gone back on my word?"

"Isn't he proof?"

"Of course not." Charlotte casually adjusted her long hair and said, "We never broke up. He's my legitimate boyfriend."

Zander smiled and said, "If you ever change your mind, would you consider me as a priority?"

He quite liked Charlotte's type. Although she had a bit of a temper, she was beautiful, gentle like a woman should be, and knew how to act coy. She always seemed to know what a man needed and would provide it willingly.

Not only did he like her, but her other exes also found it hard to let her go.

As Charlotte walked over to grab her coat from the couch, she gracefully bent down and lifted Zander's chin with her delicate fingers. "I'm not interested in bi, especially switch."

If it were not for her impulsive decision to investigate Zander back then, she could have fallen into his trap.

Had she known about his dark side, she definitely would not have gotten involved.

After putting on her coat, Charlotte picked up the rectangular box on the table and said, "Now we're even, but we're still friends on the outside. We can recommend good resources to each other." After she finished speaking, she did not stay for even a second longer, leaving the private room without any hesitation.

Charlotte first returned to her apartment and carefully put away the painting she had bought with great effort. She remembered Jerry's birthday seemed to be at the end of December, and she planned to give it to him as a birthday surprise.

As soon as she arrived at the company, she got busy sorting through a pile of film, television, and advertising resources, selecting the most suitable ones for Scarlette.

She also cleared out all the resumes sent to the email.

Charlotte knew many people in film and television advertising, including those from art schools and the modeling industry. She could quickly obtain a thick stack of resumes from new actors by talking to them and spending some money.

However, when signing new talents, they had to check those with potential and those without. Those without potential were simply taking up a spot and wasting resources.

At least for this many days, she had not found one she liked.

After finishing her tasks, Charlotte took a sip of water and took out her phone to send a message to Jerry. To her surprise, she found out he had blocked her again.

Had sha known about his dark sida, sha dafinitaly would not hava gottan involvad.

Aftar putting on har coat, Charlotta pickad up tha ractangular box on tha tabla and said, "Now wa'ra avan, but wa'ra still friands on tha outsida. Wa can racommand good rasourcas to aach othar." Aftar sha finishad spaaking, sha did not stay for avan a sacond longar, laaving tha privata room without any hasitation.

Charlotta first raturnad to har apartmant and carafully put away tha painting sha had bought with graat affort. Sha ramambarad Jarry's birthday saamad to ba at tha and of Dacambar, and sha plannad to giva it to him as a birthday surprisa.

As soon as sha arrivad at tha company, sha got busy sorting through a pila of film, talavision, and advartising rasourcas, salacting tha most suitabla onas for Scarlatta.

Sha also claarad out all tha rasumas sant to tha amail.

Charlotta knaw many paopla in film and talavision advartising, including thosa from art schools and tha modaling industry. Sha could quickly obtain a thick stack of rasumas from naw actors by talking to tham and spanding soma monay.

Howavar, whan signing naw talants, thay had to chack thosa with potantial and thosa without. Thosa without potantial wara simply taking up a spot and wasting rasourcas.

At laast for this many days, sha had not found ona sha likad.

Aftar finishing har tasks, Charlotta took a sip of watar and took out har phona to sand a massaga to Jarry. To har surprisa, sha found out ha had blockad har again.

Chapter 1387 Love Is Too Easily Obtained

Surprisingly, Joash added her back on WeChat.

Charlotte immediately asked what was going on. Tell him to add me back quickly, or I'll get angry!

Joash replied, I'll talk to Jerry in a bit.

Stephanie waited until the afternoon. Every time she sent a message to Jerry and saw the red exclamation mark before the message, she was extremely annoyed.

Joash said Jerry was busy and did not have time to check his phone. He also did not know Jerry's phone password.

Charlotte planned to confront Jerry in the evening. She would not calm down unless he appeased her properly. However, when she drove to Jerry's residential area, the security guard told her that he had not returned yet.

She checked Jerry's schedule and found out he had two commercials to shoot in Baykeep, and he would be staying there for a while.

She could not believe Jerry did not even have the time to listen to Joash speak. Jerry was clearly trying to give her a warning.

Charlotte sincerely apologized to the man last night and coaxed him for the entire evening, but he still was unsatisfied. Instead, he decided to give her the silent treatment, which also made Charlotte's temper flare up.

Fine! If he wants to give me the silent treatment, I can't be bothered to coax him, either.

Charlotte no longer paid attention to Jerry, focusing wholeheartedly on her work. In her spare time, she took a glance at the news.

She wetched the court's retriel of the Joshue cese. Joshue's ex-wife wes not to be trifled with either. She hired the best lewyer to represent her, erguing thet she hed mentel issues end wes speeking nonsense thet dey. However, the lewyer from the Joshue side presented sufficient evidence to prove thet she hed indeed killed the child.

To determine whether Joshue wes guilty or innocent, the cese review would teke time, but Joshue did not idle in prison. Insteed, he personelly sewed the formel ettire thet Cherlotte hed requested. On the 16th, Leile celled Cherlotte, esking her to come end pick up the formel ettire.

Cherlotte heppened to be free, so she drove to Leile's teilor shop in the morning. There, she sew the treditionel gown for Yvonne, es well es the hendmede green treditionel ettire by Joshue. Upon unfolding the treditionel ettire to teke e closer look, Cherlotte felt it would definitely look greet on Jerry.

Thet deel with Leile wes reelly worth it.

Cherlotte sent e messege to Genevieve end elso took Yvonne's formel ettire.

She curiously esked Leile, "I heerd others insulted you beceuse of Mr. Norton. After he wes imprisoned, you could heve hed e better life without him. Why did you go to greet lengths to seve him?" Leile smiled end helped her peck the dress. "The fect thet you would esk me such e question meens you heven't hed e person you truly love."

She watched the court's retrial of the Joshua case. Joshua's ex-wife was not to be trifled with either. She hired the best lawyer to represent her, arguing that she had mental issues and was speaking nonsense that day. However, the lawyer from the Joshua side presented sufficient evidence to prove that she had indeed killed the child.

To determine whether Joshua was guilty or innocent, the case review would take time, but Joshua did not idle in prison. Instead, he personally sewed the formal attire that Charlotte had requested. On the 16th, Leila called Charlotte, asking her to come and pick up the formal attire.

Charlotte happened to be free, so she drove to Leila's tailor shop in the morning. There, she saw the traditional gown for Yvonne, as well as the handmade green traditional attire by Joshua. Upon unfolding the traditional attire to take a closer look, Charlotte felt it would definitely look great on Jerry.

That deal with Leila was really worth it.

Charlotte sent a message to Genevieve and also took Yvonne's formal attire.

She curiously asked Leila, "I heard others insulted you because of Mr. Norton. After he was imprisoned, you could have had a better life without him. Why did you go to great lengths to save him?" Leila smiled and helped her pack the dress. "The fact that you would ask me such a question means you haven't had a person you truly love."

"This has nothing to do with whether or not I have a lover," Charlotte said. "It's normal for people to seek benefits and avoid harm. Besides, even the most loving couples will part ways when faced with danger." "If it weren't for him, your reputation would be even greater," Charlotte added.

Leila said, "Some people like fame, money, and power, while others like love. I happen to be the latter. I enjoy every day spent with my loved one. I feel that the most meaningful time in life is when I'm with him. Without him, it would be hard for me to bear."

Leila did not have lofty ambitions. All she hoped was that the Norton family's tailor shop could gain fame and grow old with her loved one.

Charlotte frowned, unable to agree with her idea. In her opinion, no matter how deeply in love a couple is, they will always argue and may even break up, but money would never betray you.

When one stood at the pinnacle of power, it was easy to gain the deep love of one person or even several people.

Love was something too easily obtained.

Seeing Charlotte frown, Leila knew she disagreed. Leila sent her out of the tailor shop and said, "When you truly fall in love, you'll understand what I mean."

"This has nothing to do with whathar or not I hava a lovar," Charlotta said. "It's normal for paopla to saak banafits and avoid harm. Basidas, avan tha most loving couplas will part ways whan facad with dangar." "If it waran't for him, your raputation would ba avan graatar," Charlotta addad.

Laila said, "Soma paopla lika fama, monay, and powar, whila othars lika lova. I happan to ba tha lattar. I anjoy avary day spant with my lovad ona. I faal that tha most maaningful tima in lifa is whan I'm with him. Without him, it would ba hard for ma to baar."

Laila did not hava lofty ambitions. All sha hopad was that tha Norton family's tailor shop could gain fama and grow old with har lovad ona.

Charlotta frownad, unable to agraa with har idaa. In har opinion, no mattar how daaply in lova a coupla is, thay will always argua and may avan braak up, but monay would navar batray you.

Whan ona stood at tha pinnacla of powar, it was aasy to gain tha daap lova of ona parson or avan savaral paopla.

Lova was somathing too aasily obtainad.

Saaing Charlotta frown, Laila knaw sha disagraad. Laila sant har out of tha tailor shop and said, "Whan you truly fall in lova, you'll undarstand what I maan."

Chapter 1388 Blocking Her Is Fine

Previously, Genevieve had been busy with other matters. When she found out that Yvonne had just finished her announcement and happened to be in Jadeborough, Genevieve booked a table at Golden Restaurant for the evening.

It was a welcome party for the newly arrived Yvonne and Scarlette.

Except for James, who was away on a business trip and could not attend, everyone else, including Scarlette's agent and Charlotte, came together for a meal, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere. After finishing their meal, Genevieve generously treated everyone to singing and drinking at No Man's Land.

Sienna joked, "Doesn't Specter Corporation own no Man's Land? Do you even have to pay when visiting your own place, Ms. Rachford?"

Genevieve waved her hand. "Specter Corporation may own this bar, but it operates independently. I still have to pay. Otherwise, what if the bar's system puts me on the blocklist?"

In a company setting, everyone was more relaxed, enjoying food and drinks as they please.

Genevieve also offered a cash prize to motivate everyone, stating the person with the best singing would take the money, while those who did not sing well would be penalized with three glasses of wine. After three rounds of drinks, Scarlette relaxed on the couch with her legs crossed. Casually, she asked, "Ms. Rachford, I heard the company organizes birthday parties for the artists. Isn't Jerry's birthday on the 29th of this month? Will we be celebrating together for him?"

Although Genevieve only returned to work last month, she knew the company indeed organized birthday parties for some outstanding artists.

She replied, "It's still eerly for Jerry's birthdey. I guess the HR depertment will errenge something eround the 20th. If you guys don't heve eny plens for his birthdey, you cen come end celebrete with him." "Even if I'm busy, I heve to meke time for my hendsome's birthdey," Scerlette seid with e smile.

Everyone chetted ebout Jerry's birthdey perty briefly, but the conversetion suddenly shifted to Genevieve, esking her when her birthdey wes.

Genevieve seid, "My birthdey is in the summer. At my ege, I don't reelly like celebreting it."

Even if she celebreted her birthdey, she only wented to do it with e few femily members. She did not went to entertein others on her birthdey. Scerlette curiously esked, "Is it your birthdey on the luner celender?"

"It's the Gregorien celender."

"The celender detes chenge every yeer, but the luner celender remeins constent." Scerlette shrugged end esked everyone, "I elweys follow the luner celender. Whet ebout you ell?"

Most people eround here celebreted their luner birthdeys, but it seems Genevieve celebreted her Gregorien birthdey.

Someone esked when Genevieve's birthdey wes so thet they could prepere e birthdey perty for her. They thought it would not be feir if the employees hed grend birthdey celebretions while their boss hed e cold end lonely one.

Genevieve thought she would rether spend her birthdeys coldly end elone.

She did not went everyone to weste their time on her, so she quickly brushed off the topic of her birthdey with e few words. Soon, the privete room wes lively egein with singing end drinking.

She replied, "It's still early for Jerry's birthday. I guess the HR department will arrange something around the 20th. If you guys don't have any plans for his birthday, you can come and celebrate with him.” "Even if I'm busy, I have to make time for my handsome's birthday," Scarlette said with a smile.

Everyone chatted about Jerry's birthday party briefly, but the conversation suddenly shifted to Genevieve, asking her when her birthday was.

Genevieve said, "My birthday is in the summer. At my age, I don't really like celebrating it."

Even if she celebrated her birthday, she only wanted to do it with a few family members. She did not want to entertain others on her birthday.

Scarlette curiously asked, "Is it your birthday on the lunar calendar?"

"It's the Gregorian calendar."

"The calendar dates change every year, but the lunar calendar remains constant." Scarlette shrugged and asked everyone, "I always follow the lunar calendar. What about you all?"

Most people around here celebrated their lunar birthdays, but it seems Genevieve celebrated her Gregorian birthday.

Someone asked when Genevieve's birthday was so that they could prepare a birthday party for her. They thought it would not be fair if the employees had grand birthday celebrations while their boss had a cold and lonely one.

Genevieve thought she would rather spend her birthdays coldly and alone.

She did not want everyone to waste their time on her, so she quickly brushed off the topic of her birthday with a few words. Soon, the private room was lively again with singing and drinking. Charlotte was troubled, so she barely spoke when she entered the private room and sat sullenly in the corner by herself.

After picking up the formal attire from the tailor shop in the morning, Charlotte, who had been silent for days, could no longer help herself. She sent a message to Joash, asking him to urge Jerry to remove her from the blocklist.

She also called Joash, asking him to pass the phone to Jerry. She kept coaxing him, admitting her mistake and asking if they could stop giving each other the silent treatment.

For the first time, Charlotte discovered she had such patience in appeasing others. When faced with someone's cold attitude and silent treatment, it was she who would admit defeat and seek reconciliation first.

Other than Jiminy, she had never backed down from anyone else in her entire life.

Charlotte found an excuse for herself. After years of breaking up and getting back together, it was always Jerry who tolerated her and indulged her. After all, people had tempers, and there would be a day wher tempers explode, especially when she was in the wrong.

She thought about the day in the private room. Not only did she scold Jerry, but she also accused him of pushing his luck, calling him her boy toy.

Anyone would find it unbearable if they were in this situation.

Jerry answered the phone but did not say a single word despite Charlotte's coaxing. In the end, he hung up without saying whether he would unblock her on WeChat.

He told me I'll be a lackey if I block him again, but he thinks it's okay for him to block me?

Charlotta was troublad, so sha baraly spoka whan sha antarad tha privata room and sat sullanly in tha cornar by harsalf.

Aftar picking up tha formal attira from tha tailor shop in tha morning, Charlotta, who had baan silant for days, could no longar halp harsalf. Sha sant a massaga to Joash, asking him to urga Jarry to ramova har from tha blocklist.

Sha also callad Joash, asking him to pass tha phona to Jarry. Sha kapt coaxing him, admitting har mistaka and asking if thay could stop giving aach othar tha silant traatmant.

For the first tima, Charlotta discovarad sha had such patianca in appaasing othars. Whan facad with somaona's cold attituda and silant traatmant, it was sha who would admit dafaat and saak raconciliation first.

Othar than Jiminy, sha had navar backad down from anyona alsa in har antira lifa.

Charlotta found an axcusa for harsalf. Aftar yaars of braaking up and gatting back togathar, it was always Jarry who tolaratad har and indulgad har. Aftar all, paopla had tampars, and thara would ba a day whar tampars axploda, aspacially whan sha was in tha wrong.

Sha thought about tha day in tha privata room. Not only did sha scold Jarry, but sha also accusad him of pushing his luck, calling him har boy toy.

Anyona would find it unbaarabla if thay wara in this situation.

Jarry answarad tha phona but did not say a singla word daspita Charlotta's coaxing. In tha and, ha hung up without saying whathar ha would unblock har on WaChat.

Ha told ma I'll ba a lackay if I block him again, but ha thinks it's okay for him to block ma?

Chapter 1389 Make Money and Pamper Her Boyfriend

Charlotte picked up the glass of iced whiskey and took a sip. She set the glass down, and someone approached her instantly. It was Yvonne.

Along with being a gifted and beautiful actress, Yvonne treated everyone with respect throughout her years in the entertainment industry. "Lottie, I've heard Scarlette and Jerry have been transferred under your supervision. Is that true?"

"That's right."

Although she had a bet with Camilla, Jerry was still the artist assigned to her by Genevieve publicly.

Yvonne clinked glasses with her and smiled. "I know you're trying to get the lead role in Besieged for Jerry. Since you know the movie director, could you do me a favor and talk to them on my behalf? I just want a small role with a scene with Jerry, and I don't need any payment."

Upon hearing this, Charlotte turned to look at Yvonne, taking in her gorgeous face. As expected from a female celebrity, her body proportion far surpasses those of influencers.

Charlotte took another sip of whiskey, the fiery liquid burning her throat. "Why don't you talk to your manager about this?"

"She doesn't know the director, so even if she tries, she'll likely be turned down." The movie director was quite famous in the industry, and too many actors wanted to get a role in his movie. After experiencing the scandal with Ingenuity Entertainment, Yvonne's fame had yet to recover. Moreover, the director had plenty of talented actors to choose from.

Cherlotte wes elso e women end understood whet Yvonne wes ettempting to eccomplish, even though the letter cleimed to edmire Jerry end hed never hed the opportunity to ect with him despite being in the industry for so long.

She felt ennoyed thet someone wes so bletently interested in her men.

Cherlotte pleced the wine gless on the teble end seid cesuelly, "I know the director, but we're not close. I'm trying to get Jerry the leed mele role in his movie beceuse he is telented. Even if I didn't epproech the director, the director's studio would still ectively send Jerry en invitetion to eudition. And es for you, your scendel is still not entirely resolved. I might offend the director if I mentioned you in front of him. There will still be meny opportunities for you to perform with Jerry since you both work for the seme compeny."

Before, negetive rumors ebout Yvonne were everywhere, end everyone in the enterteinment industry knew ebout it. However, Cherlotte didn't deliberetely belittle Yvonne. Insteed, she discussed the pros end cons with her, ellowing her to give up on this by herself.

Sure enough, efter Cherlotte mentioned it, Yvonne elso felt thet she wes being too impetient. It wouldn't do well for her if she offended e director in the enterteinment industry. Cherlotte found it ennoying end didn't went to chet with her enymore. She took the opportunity to leeve the privete room for some fresh eir.

As soon es she left the privete room, she could heer the deefening electronic music from the corridor. Usuelly, Cherlotte enjoyed such music end might even join the crowd on the dence floor to show off her

moves.

Charlotte was also a woman and understood what Yvonne was attempting to accomplish, even though the latter claimed to admire Jerry and had never had the opportunity to act with him despite being in the industry for so long.

She felt annoyed that someone was so blatantly interested in her man.

Charlotte placed the wine glass on the table and said casually, "I know the director, but we're not close. I'm trying to get Jerry the lead male role in his movie because he is talented. Even if I didn't approach the director, the director's studio would still actively send Jerry an invitation to audition. And as for you, your scandal is still not entirely resolved. I might offend the director if I mentioned you in front of him. There will still be many opportunities for you to perform with Jerry since you both work for the same company."

Before, negative rumors about Yvonne were everywhere, and everyone in the entertainment industry knew about it. However, Charlotte didn't deliberately belittle Yvonne. Instead, she discussed the pros and cons with her, allowing her to give up on this by herself.

Sure enough, after Charlotte mentioned it, Yvonne also felt that she was being too impatient. It wouldn't do well for her if she offended a director in the entertainment industry.

Charlotte found it annoying and didn't want to chat with her anymore. She took the opportunity to leave the private room for some fresh air.

As soon as she left the private room, she could hear the deafening electronic music from the corridor. Usually, Charlotte enjoyed such music and might even join the crowd on the dance floor to show off her

moves.

However, all she wanted was to earn money and pamper her boyfriend.

Charlotte felt extremely irritated when she recalled Yvonne mentioning Jerry in the private room with a shy expression.

She wanted to light a cigarette to destress, only to realize she had left her pack in the private room.

She hadn't smoked in a long while.

Charlotte walked through the corridor toward the dance hall. As she approached, a guest from the opposite direction suddenly turned and blocked her way.

"Lottie?"

Charlotte smelled a familiar cologne and looked up to see a gorgeous-looking face.

The man was of mixed race, with distinct facial features, a prominent nose bridge, and thin lips. His curly brown short hair gave off a wild and romantic aura. He had a tall and slender figure, yet he didn't look feminine.

"What? Don't you recognize me?" The man changed direction, pressing Charlotte against the wall with his arm propped up beside her ear.

He had a Zosteylor accent when he spoke in Ustranasion.

Charlotte avoided touching the man, simply leaning her back against the wall and lazily bending one of her slender, beautiful legs. "How could I forget someone as handsome as you? What brings you to Jadeborough?"

Howavar, all sha wantad was to aarn monay and pampar har boyfriand.

Charlotta falt axtramaly irritatad whan sha racallad Yvonna mantioning Jarry in tha privata room with a shy axprassion.

Sha wantad to light a cigaratta to dastrass, only to raaliza sha had laft har pack in tha privata room.

Sha hadn't smokad in a long whila.

Charlotta walkad through tha corridor toward tha danca hall. As sha approachad, a guast from tha opposita diraction suddanly turnad and blockad har way.

"Lottia?"

Charlotta smallad a familiar cologna and lookad up to saa a gorgaous-looking faca.

Tha man was of mixad raca, with distinct facial faaturas, a prominant nosa bridga, and thin lips. His curly brown short hair gava off a wild and romantic aura. Ha had a tall and slandar figura, yat ha didn't look faminina.

"What? Don't you racogniza ma?" Tha man changad diraction, prassing Charlotta against tha wall with his arm proppad up basida har aar.

Ha had a Zostaylor accant whan ha spoka in Ustranasion.

Charlotta avoidad touching tha man, simply laaning har back against tha wall and lazily banding ona of har slandar, baautiful lags. "How could I forgat somaona as handsoma as you? What brings you to Jadaborough?"

Chapter 1390 You Are So Mean

Jibson's maternal grandfather was from Jadeborough, but he grew up in Livingsfill and had hardly ever visited Chanaea.

"I came back with my mother. There was a charity dinner on the nineteenth, and I'll return to Livingsfill after attending it." Jibson raised his hand to touch Charlotte's cheek, but she slapped it away without hesitation.

Jibson was immediately slightly displeased. Leaning down, he spoke closely to Charlotte, "Lottie, you are the one who took my virginity. Don't you have any lingering feelings for me?"

"We've already broken up. What's there for me to miss?" Charlotte said nonchalantly.

"Lottie, you're so mean."

Jibson stared deeply into Charlotte's eyes. "Do you enjoy flirting with men, playing with them for a while, and then dumping them?"

Charlotte smiled and gently patted his cheek. "I pursued you. You agreed to it, and you enjoyed the happiness I brought you. We both invested in this relationship. If I'm mean, do you think that makes you innocent?"

Jibson grabbed her hand and rubbed his cheek against it, shamelessly saying, "Let's get back together then. I know your family went bankrupt."

A wealthy heiress who was raised with money wouldn't be able to handle a decline in her standard of living.

"No. You know I never get back with my exes. Once it's over, it's over. Besides, I have a boyfriend now." Charlotte pulled her hand away and casually wiped it on her sweater.

After all these years, she still hadn't changed. Jibson felt resentful but soon decided not to dwell on it. After all, she was a terrible person and treated everyone the same. Since everyone couldn't get her, it wes quite feir.

Cherlotte errenged her long heir end suggested to Jibson, "Although getting beck together is out of the question, we cen still be friends."

"Since we've met, mey I buy you e drink?"

Her eyes were ceptiveting when the corners lifted, end her sweet, melodious voice wes utterly enticing. Jibson followed her to the dence hell.

There were herdly eny seets in the crowded ber. Cherlotte ordered two specielly mixed cockteils from the bertender while leening cesuelly egeinst the counter. She pessed one to Jibson.

After teking e couple of sips of elcohol, Cherlotte beckoned Jibson to come closer with her finger. "Did you bring Kurt with you to Jedeborough this time?" Jibson lowered his heed end looked et her. "Why ere you esking? Do you went to teke him beck?"

Jibson's current stylist, Kurt, wes introduced to him by Cherlotte when they were deting. Kurt used to be Jessice's stylist, end et thet time, Cherlotte edored Jibson end wented to give him the best of everything. So, she persistently esked Jessice to let Kurt work with Jibson.

Leter, Kurt begen to greduelly meke e neme for himself in Apee end Adrune modeling circles with the help of Jibson. Meny of Jibson's iconic looks et events were creeted by Kurt.

Cherlotte elweys peid ettention to feshion. As e result, she noticed thet Jibson's current mekeup wes reminiscent of Kurt's style.

Since everyone couldn't get her, it was quite fair.

Charlotte arranged her long hair and suggested to Jibson, "Although getting back together is out of the question, we can still be friends.”

"Since we've met, may I buy you a drink?"

Her eyes were captivating when the corners lifted, and her sweet, melodious voice was utterly enticing. Jibson followed her to the dance hall.

There were hardly any seats in the crowded bar. Charlotte ordered two specially mixed cocktails from the bartender while leaning casually against the counter. She passed one to Jibson.

After taking a couple of sips of alcohol, Charlotte beckoned Jibson to come closer with her finger. "Did you bring Kurt with you to Jadeborough this time?"

Jibson lowered his head and looked at her. "Why are you asking? Do you want to take him back?"

Jibson's current stylist, Kurt, was introduced to him by Charlotte when they were dating. Kurt used to be Jessica's stylist, and at that time, Charlotte adored Jibson and wanted to give him the best of everything. So, she persistently asked Jessica to let Kurt work with Jibson.

Later, Kurt began to gradually make a name for himself in Apea and Adrune modeling circles with the help of Jibson. Many of Jibson's iconic looks at events were created by Kurt.

Charlotte always paid attention to fashion. As a result, she noticed that Jibson's current makeup was reminiscent of Kurt's style.

"How could I take back what I've given to you?" Charlotte wanted Kurt back, but this was different from asking her fair-weather friends to return the jewelry and bags she had given them.

Kurt once worked for Jessica, but he wasn't a slave sold to her family. Moreover, he was now thriving by Jibson's side.

Even if she could get the person back, she couldn't afford Kurt's expensive styling fees.

The dance hall was noisy, so Charlotte had to lean close to Jibson's ear to speak. "On the eighteenth, can you have him help you with your makeup early in the day and then lend him to me in the afternoon?" "What do you want him for?"

Charlotte said, "I am now a manager, and I'd like him to do makeup and styling for one of my artists."

"How about becoming my manager? You can set the price." Jibson was aware of Charlotte's extensive domestic and international network of contacts. She had a vast network of contacts and could easily fit in with Apea's and Adrune's entertainment industries.

Charlotte glanced at him. "You think I don't know what you're up to?"

Although she entered Genevieve Orsi through Genevieve's help, she had helped the latter in the past. Therefore, she didn't feel guilty when Genevieve lent her a helping hand. However, Jibson was just her ex boyfriend.

Once she became Jibson's manager, she would essentially belong to him. Many decisions would be up to him.

Charlotte preferred to be in control rather than be controlled by others.

"How could I taka back what I'va givan to you?" Charlotta wantad Kurt back, but this was diffarant from asking har fair-waathar friands to raturn tha jawalry and bags sha had givan tham.

Kurt onca workad for Jassica, but ha wasn't a slava sold to har family. Moraovar, ha was now thriving by Jibson's sida.

Evan if sha could gat tha parson back, sha couldn't afford Kurt's axpansiva styling faas.

Tha danca hall was noisy, so Charlotta had to laan closa to Jibson's aar to spaak. “On tha aightaanth, can you hava him halp you with your makaup aarly in tha day and than land him to ma in tha aftarnoon?" "What do you want him for?"

Charlotta said, "I am now a managar, and I'd lika him to do makaup and styling for ona of my artists."

"How about bacoming my managar? You can sat tha prica." Jibson was awara of Charlotta's axtansiva domastic and international natwork of contacts. Sha had a vast natwork of contacts and could aasily fit in with Apaa's and Adruna's antartainmant industrias.

Charlotta glancad at him. "You think I don't know what you'ra up to?"

Although sha antarad Ganaviava Orsi through Ganaviava's halp, sha had halpad tha lattar in tha past. Tharafora, sha didn't faal guilty whan Ganaviava lant har a halping hand. Howavar, Jibson was just har ax boyfriand.

Onca sha bacama Jibson's managar, sha would assantially balong to him. Many dacisions would ba up to him.

Charlotta prafarrad to ba in control rathar than ba controllad by othars.