His Coy Lover

Back when Elle was still the Roscente’s only heiress, occasionally seen at banquets, she treated Cindy with an icy indifference, too aloof to bother. She disdained Cindy for lacking the refinement of a wealthy heiress, constantly engaging in daydreams.

“Hmm.”

“What birthday gift are you planning to give Yemmy?”

With the grandeur of the Granger family, Yemmy was beloved by everyone. The gift for her couldn’t be too ordinary.

“Just planning to give her a set of unused cosmetics.”

Cindy raised an eyebrow, “Just that?”

“What more do you want? A gift is a gift. If one set is not enough, I can give her two.”

Cindy gave her a thumbs up, “Zelda, you’ve got guts. Nina probably wouldn’t do something like that.”

Given Nina’s higher status than Yemmy in River Town, she wouldn’t casually give Yemmy a set of cosmetics as a birthday present.

“She never liked me. She thinks I’m a country bumpkin. Even if I gave her the stars from the sky, she’d still find fault. Why bother preparing? Besides, my cosmetics aren’t cheap; they were all gifts from my mom.”

Cindy thought about it and agreed, “Then, I won’t bother preparing either. Yemmy doesn’t care for me either. Whatever we give will probably end up in the trash.”

Monday saw the two girls approaching, chatting and laughing.

His young mistress was still dragging a large suitcase. Monday quickly got out of the car and went to meet them.

Cindy saw Monday’s face and found it somewhat familiar but couldn’t remember where she had seen it before.

“Hi, handsome.”

Cindy greeted Monday with a smile.

Monday remained expressionless and didn’t respond, just taking the suitcase from Zelda’s hands.

Whispering to Zelda, Cindy said, “This guy is cool.”

“Do you want to take a picture?”

“Of course.”

Cindy took out her phone, found a good angle, and snapped a picture of Monday’s cool demeanor.

Monday gave her a stern look, but considering she was Zelda’s best friend, he held back and didn’t smash Cindy’s phone.

“Hey handsome, what’s your name?”

After Cindy got into the car, she greeted Monday with a smiling face.

Monday stayed silent.

She looked at Zelda.

Zelda laughed, “I won’t help you with this.”

Monday was Charles’s personal bodyguard. If Zelda mentioned Monday’s name, Cindy would guess his identity.

Zelda hadn’t decided whether to tell Cindy about her relationship with Charles.

Cindy also smiled and didn’t press further.

Anyway, most of the handsome guys in her collection were nameless.

At the same time, at the Winston Empire Group.

Pranav and his group waited for a long time in the VIP room on the first floor. Even though they knew Charles had returned to the company, they couldn’t meet him without permission.

“Dad, Charles probably won’t see us.”

Burton was getting impatient; he wanted to go home now. He wanted to ask his mother why she had acted recklessly and affected his and Elle’s plans.

“In any case, we have to wait. If we don’t get an explanation, what Lowell faces is unimaginable. Can’t you see that?”

Pranav was anxious but helpless.

For the sake of The Lowell Group, he brazenly stayed here, bothering the front desk to report to him and hope to see Charles.

Charles had many secretaries, and reporting to the Chief Secretary Randy was just the first step. Randy would filter through the requests and let Yang, the secretary, make an internal call to the CEO’s office.

Many people who wanted to see Charles were filtered out by Randy.

Randy had earned Charles’s trust and was his trusted assistant. He held a high position in Winston and was a sought-after figure in the business world. Many people who couldn’t get close to Charles wanted to get close to Randy.

Unfortunately, Randy’s “big thigh” was not something everyone could embrace.

In the current CEO’s office, Charles put down his pen, feeling a bit tired. He leaned back in his swivel chair and swirled it a few times.

Did that shameless girl go home?

Charles reached for his phone on the desk and called Zelda.

The call went through, but Zelda not only didn’t answer, she quickly hung up his call.

Charles’s face darkened.

Zelda dared to hang up his call!

“Beep…”

He received a new message.

It was from Zelda.

Charles opened the message. The content was concise: “Charles, we are still on the way back. I am currently not in a position to answer your call. Please understand.”

Not in a position to answer his call?

Because Cindy was in the car?

She was afraid her friend would know about her private relationship with him?

Did she think he, Charles, was a disgrace?

He would settle the score with Zelda when he got home.

Zelda didn’t know that her actions had angered her man at home again.

After sending Cindy home with Monday, Zelda asked Monday to take her to the Winston Mansion.

She began to rack her brains to write the ten-thousand-word self-criticism.

Apart from admitting her mistake and promising not to speed again, what else could she write? Quote some classics?

“He didn’t specify what content to write, right? Just the word count?”

Zelda mumbled to herself.

She thought of a good idea, needing only to spend some time to reach the word count.

In terms of content, Charles hadn’t really restricted her. A self-criticism was just that.

So, Zelda repeatedly wrote the sentence, “Charles, I know I was wrong, and I promise not to speed again,” in her notebook.

By the late afternoon, when Charles returned from outside, she had already finished the ten-thousand-word self-criticism.

“Charles.”

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“Did you finish the ten-thousand-word self-criticism?”

Zelda proudly said, “I finished it, not just ten thousand words, but ten words extra. I counted.”

Charles turned his head and looked at her, not saying a word.

After entering the house, Zelda supported him to sit on the sofa and quickly went to fetch the self-criticism she had written, handing it to Charles like she was presenting a treasure. “Charles, take a look. I’ve written it all.”

Charles took the self-criticism, which was written on several folded sheets of paper.

“Did you come up with it yourself? Did you not copy it from someone else?”

While unfolding the pages of paper, Charles asked Zelda in a deep voice.

“I sincerely admit my mistake and repent. I spent hours writing it. I definitely didn’t copy it.”