Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 184

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Charles' POV:

Despite running into Rita, it didn't sully my good mood.

I wanted to pick up Scarlett from work on time, so I asked Amy to cram my schedule for me today, so that I wouldn't have to work overtime. While I was focused on working, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Amy pushed the door open and entered the office. "Mr. Moore, Mr. Valdez is here to see you," she said.

"Let him in. By the way, Amy. One black coffee for me, and one with cream for Mr. Valdez," I ordered.

"As you wish, sir," said Amy.

It was then that Valdez entered the room with a smile on his face.

"Ah, Charles! Long time no see, old friend."

He was wearing a tailored suit today. His jet-black diamond watch was particularly eyecatching.

"It has been a while, hasn't it, Valdez?"

Soon, Amy brought the coffee in.

"Take a gander at this. The coffee was bought from Colombia. This year's freshly roastedbeans." After taking a sip, Valdez nodded eagerly. "My, my, Charles! This coffee is quite good. But I do imagine that you didn't ask me here for coffee, did you?"

I nodded at him and chuckled. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about something. It's about Nate."

Valdez put down his mug and said, "Ask away. I'll tell you everything I know."

Scarlett's POV:

When I entered the company, I saw that William was already waiting for me on the sofa. After flashing him an awkward smile, I led him to the meeting room.

When we passed by the washroom, I heard someone mention my name.

"How did that bitch, Scarlett, become a producer?"

The topic piqued my curiosity, so I stopped in my tracks.

"Did you know that her backer is the CEO of Moore Group? They say that she's given birth to a boy for him. With a backer like that, I'm sure she can do whatever she pleases."

"Indeed! We don't have any backers, so all we can do are the most basic jobs. Alas! I'm not sure if I'll ever have that kind of luck!"

"I'm sure we can learn from Scarlett's example. Give birth to a child for someone wealthy and you'll get whatever you want!"

I asked William to wait for me for a moment, and then I went into the washroom.

Those people slandering me were actually my female colleagues!

Every time I ran into them, they would always greet me with a smile. I never thought that they were talking behind my back like that!

"Why don't you focus on your own jobs and stop gossiping about others behind their backs?"

When they met my gaze, they immediately turned away with a guilty conscience.

With that, I walked out of the washroom and said to William, "Sorry to have kept you waiting." He looked at me, seemingly worried. "Aren't you upset?"

"Getting upset won't do me any good," I said, shrugging at him.

Once I was done with my task, it was already lunchtime. William invited me to have lunch together, and I accepted.

We went to a restaurant near the TV station.

During lunch, I picked out all the onions from my food.

"Don't you like onions?" William asked with a smile.

I frowned at the question and said, "I'm not very fond of them. I forgot to tell the chef not to put any onions on my dish."

"You know, Scarlett, you're a lot like my sister," he said.

When I walked out of the building, Janet's car was indeed already there.

I trotted over to open the door, only to find that Charles was also in the car.

"What are you doing in there?" I asked.

"My car broke down. So I need a ride," he said cheekily.

"Your car hasbeenbreakingdown too frequently," I argued.

Charles' face turned red. I was amused by his reaction. 'Why is he always making up such clumsy excuses?' I wondered.

"I told you that I'd pick you up after work. Why did you have to call Janet?"

he asked, seemingly annoyed.

I felt guilty because of this.

"Did Rita come to you today?" To ease the tension, I decided to change the topic.

"She did," said Charles, nodding.

"She called me just moments ago, asking me to help her get the Lively Group. Then, she told me that she'd help me investigate the truth of my father's death." I decided to tell Charles exactly what Rita told me earlier.

"Did you tell her you'd help her out?" asked Charles.

"Not yet," I said.

"Why? Is it because you don't want to ask me for help?" Charles leaned over with a smug smile on his face.

I sat farther away from him, and said, "I'm worried that Rita might be playing me for a fool." "So, you're certain that I'll help you, huh?" Charles asked.

He was starting to get on my nerves. 'Does he really have to make me admit it?'

Not wanting to talk to him anymore, I turned my attention to view outside the window and ignored him.