PopularNovelRegret 38 Charlotte returned to her office and immediately noticed a message from Jonathan.
Around four thirty that afternoon, she arrived at the Sleep Research Institute, where Jonathan was waiting.
It wasn't until she stepped inside that she realized, with ssurprise, this was the very institute named in the project proposal Tricia had given her.
Jonathan stood up to greet her, his trademark teasing never far away. "Charlotte, I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost. This place isn't exactly huge, but it's easy enough to get turned around." She took a seat on the couch, glancing around the room. “This place belongs to you?" Jonathan poured her stea. "Not really. I just have a stake in it. Why do you ask?" Charlotte shook her head and got straight to the point. "Did you really get those witness statements?" "Of course." Jonathan pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of her. "Take a look." Charlotte unfolded the note.
The n"Howard" leapt out at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe felt the room sway for a moment.
Howard...
Evander? But she'd tried probing Evander about it that night. He hadn't shown even the slightest hint of unease. Was it possible he could hide the truth so well? "Jonathan, are you sure this is the nthey gave?" Jonathan sighed. "I asked them several times. That's what they said. And they added that whoever it was, they'd never dare cross someone with that kind of background." He took a slow sip of tea, his gaze thoughtful. "Honestly, who else could it be but the Howard family?" Charlotte's grip lightened on the note, nearly crumpling it in her fist.
Chapter 38 After a moment, she drew a deep breath. "Thank you, Jonathan. Letbuy you dinner sometime." Jonathan arched an eyebrow, grinning. "You said it. Don't blme if I eat you out of house and home." She managed a smile. “I'll take my chances." As Jonathan walked her downstairs, a small group approached from the other end of the corridor.
Leading them was a man in a charcoal tailored suit with an old-world flair-refined, assured, the kind of presence that made you feel you'd seen him somewhere before, even if you hadn't.
But Charlotte had.
Her steps faltered as she recognized him instantly.
It was Evander, He climbed the steps at an unhurried pace, flanked by colleagues engaged in casual conversation. He responded occasionally, his manner measured and courteous.
When his eyes met hers, Evander's expression didn't change. He simply looked away, continuing his conversation as if she weren't there.
Charlotte's hand, hanging at her side, clenched so tightly her knuckles ached.
As he walked past, Jonathan spoke up. "Mr. Howard, aren't you going to say hello to an old friend?" Charlotte looked at Jonathan in shock, not expecting him to call out to Evander.
A few of Evander's companions recognized Jonathan as a shareholder and said nothing.
Evander adjusted his watch, turning back with a cool, unreadable look. “I don't believe Mr. Pembroke and I ar close enough to warrant that, are we?" "Oh? Jonathan's smile didn't fade. "Funny, that's not how it seemed last time.
Then you must be misremembering, Mr. Pembroke. With that, Evander e didn't pause another second. Even here he hadn't exchanged a single word with Charlotte.
Just like always, Chapter 38 In public, they were strangers.
That had never changed.
Charlotte wasn't even sure how she made it outside. Her mind was blank, her steps unsteady. She would have tripped on the stairs if Jonathan hadn't caught her arm. "Watch your step." She started, glancing down.
There were steps in front of her.
Flushing, she murmured, "Sorry, I was distracted.”
Jonathan looked genuinely concerned. "Are you sure you're m atright? You're okay to drive?" She managed a small laugh. "Don't worry. I'm not about to risk my life being careless." She valued her life far too much for that.
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