Chapter 320 Pursuit
Justina realized the insult and her face blazed with embarrassment. “I–I wasn’t trying to complicate things, it was her..”
Charles interjected firmly, “True, you weren’t. But since I’m covering the bill tonight, I have the right to decide who stays. And I’d rather you not be here. Could you please excuse yoursell? You’re really starting to get on my nerves.”
There was a tense silence.
Facing such a direct dismissal, Justina couldn’t maintain her facade any longer, despite her usual resilience. She shot Emelie a resentful glare.
Emelie remained calm and indifferent
In the end, Justina slinked away, feeling thoroughly humiliated.
Charles approached Emese
“Thank you, Mr. Davis, but that wasn’t necessary,” Emelle acknowledged his gesture gratefully.
No way, I won’t let anyone mess with you,” Charles replied confidently
He then addressed the group, saying, “Tonight’s on me. Everyone, est, drink, and enjoy yourselves. Ms. Hoven’s hosting, and as her admirer, I’ll handle the bill” Emelle was lett momentarily speechless.
He always seemed to assert his role as her admirer, no matter the situation.
“Mr. Middleton?” a client whispered beside William.
William shifted his attention from the entrance of “Lovelight” and gave a slight nod. He escorted the client up the stairs to the second floor
Soon, the group outside entered as well.
Walking beside Emelie was Charles.
Charles‘ attentive and eager attitude toward Emelie could be likened to that of a loyal companion, always at her side.
Emelie didn’t seem particularly bothered by his presence as there was no strong aversion shown toward him.
At least she wasn’t as resistant to charles as she was to William
William lowered his gaze, adjusting his cufflinks
Emelie, sensitive to being watched, locked up and saw wWilliam standing on the stairs, lolding down at her.
She paused, slightly surprised,
The soft golden glow of Lowlight draped the room in an aura of decadence and opulence, perfectly accentuating William’s natural elegance,
The light gently caressed his smooth forehead, traced the Ene of his distinguished nose, and lingered on his sharp, keen eyes reminiscent of a hawk’s gaze.
As he locked eyes with her, Emelie couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease. It was as if she were prey under his watchful scrutiny, and her heart skipped a beat.
William swiftly redirected his attention. Guiding his client up the stakes, they disappeared around the corner.
Emelie had a hunch he was meeting with a client. Lovelight stood as Weston’s pinnacle of nightide, so it made perfect sense for them to convene here tonight. The timing. though, seemed more than coincidental.
Charles went above and beyond, upgrading justina’s reservation from a standard comm to one of the club’s two exclusive suites complete with a garden terrace. He even popped open a few bottles of top–shelf wine.
His generosity broke the ice, prompting everyone to relax and fully indulge. Orders flowed freely, and the room buzzed with laughter and the clink of glasses.
Grateful nods and cheers of appreciation echoed around the room, directed at Charles for his graciousness.
Charles waved off any credit, saying “No need for thanks. Just showing some sincerity in my pursuit of Ms. Hoven.”
Emelle frowned slightly and whispered, “Mr. Davis, please”
But her coworkers were caught up in the moment.
“Mr. Davis is really going all our If it were me, I’d say yes already. Emelle, what’s your answer? Say yes! Say yes!”
They clapped and chanted, “Say yes! Say yes!”
Charles grinned, watching Emelie with amusement.
Emelle dishsked the public display and the pressure it brought. A public confession felt coercive and put her in a tough spot
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