Chapter 20 That Bastard Charles

• Eight o’clock in the evening. Sharp. Cecilia arrived at Charles’ penthouse. Martin greeted her with his usual formal demeanor, immediately guiding the already fuming Cecilia—like a bull ready to charge—straight to the boss.
• Throughout the walk, the beautiful woman couldn’t stop scowling, her brows furrowed deeply. Her sharp gaze burned like lasers, as if ready to obliterate everything in sight.
• Soon, Martin successfully ushered Cecilia before his boss. Charles stood tall, his back turned to the newcomers.