Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 184 Quarrel In The

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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.

"Really? Does she hate onions as well?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, she does. And your eyes look so similar, especially when you're smiling." Having said that, William took out his phone and showed me a picture of his sister.

"I don't see a resemblance between me and her." I stared at the girl in the photo for a long time, but I still couldn't find any similarities between us.

"Maybe it's just because I miss her too much," he remarked. William rubbed his nose, smiling sheepishly.

"Is that so? Well, I wouldn't mind letting you treat me as your sister," I said. I put a piece of beef into my mouth. It had been a while since I had such a pleasant lunch.

After we finished eating lunch, I bade William farewell and went back to the TV station to get back to work.

Time fleeted by, and soon, it was time to get off work. All of a sudden, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Rita," said the person on the other end of the line.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Let's meet up and talk," Rita said in a hushed voice. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

"I don't want to talk to you," I responded in a listless voice. And truthfully, I didn't want anything to do with her again.

"Scarlett, I want to make a deal with you. I'll help you investigate the truth of your father's death, and in exchange, I want your help to get the Lively Group."

"Sorry, but I'm just a producer at a TV station. I can't help you with that," I countered.

"As long as you ask, Charles will help out. I swear to you, Scarlett, I'm going to do my best to find out the truth of your father's death." I could hear just how agitated, yet determined Rita was from the

sound of her voice, and it made me reconsider for a bit.

"Fine. I'll think about it. Bye." After hanging up the phone, complicated emotions crept into my heart and I was no longer in the mood to continue working. Thus, I packed up and prepared to go home.

It suddenly occurred to me that Charles mentioned that he'd pick me up after work. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to call Janet.

"Janet, come pick me up at the TV station's entrance. No, wait! I'll meet you at the back door instead," I spluttered.

"I'm at the front door already," said Janet.

'How did she get here so fast?' I wondered.

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.