Chapter 288 Catherine Clinton Just as Brian was about to continue, a female voice suddenly came from behind him, âEnough, itâs going to be dark if you continue to talk. Letâs stop talking.â
Only then did Charlotteâs eyes light up and hurriedly greeted her. âCatherine? Why are you here too?
Whereâs Henry?â
Catherine Clinton, the youngest aunt of Charlotte, smiled gently and held her hand. âHenry had an operation in the hospital and didnât come back today. But he especially asked me to tell you not to leave in a hurry. He also wants to get together with you.â
Henry Clinton was her cousin who met her at the airport, then tested her several times, and finally proved her identity for her.
âNo problem.â Charlotte smiled. âHis work is so busy that we donât even have time to see each other.â
âYes, it isâ¦â
Catherine took Charlotteâs hand and slowly walked into the house, leaving Brian and Linda standing in place without moving.
It was not until the two of them disappeared that Brianâs face turned sullen. He turned around and glared at Linda fiercely, âAre you crazy? Youâre actually doing something to Charlotte here. Do you think that your grandpa doesnât dislike you enough?â
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Lindaâs eyes. âI just couldnât help it. I wonât do it next time.â
Brian nodded. âThink before you act next time. If you really have a conflict with Charlotte, your grandpa wonât help you.â
Having said that, he narrowed his eyes.
How could they, who were alive, compare with a dead person? Now in the old manâs heart, Judy would probably have long been beautified as the best daughter in the world, and naturally, he was always on the side of Charlotte.
âSince you canât move Joe Smith now, youâd better follow Beltane. Donât let him go until you find someone who can help you.â Brian said impatiently.
Linda nodded impatiently. âI see.â
Looking at his daughter who was obviously not convinced, Brian frowned tightly. âIf you had Charlotteâs ability to please the old man by one percent, we wouldnât be in such a situation now.â
âDonât compare me to her,â Linda said coldly. Brian stared at her angrily, but he still didnât say anything more.
When the father and daughter entered the door, they found that `Catherine had pulled Charlotte to sit next to Old Mr. Clinton. The two of them were amusing Old Mr. Clinton, and he looked at Charlotte with a gentler smile.
Brian glared at his âuselessâ daughter quietly. Then he walked over with a smile, âWhat are you talking about? Why are you laughing so happily?â
Catherineâs face softened a little. She had never had a good impression of this ostensibly kind brother.
She had just maintained the harmony in front of Old Mr. Clinton.
Old Mr. Clinton cast a sidelong glance at Brian, âI heard that you recently signed two more orders without advance payment?â
Brianâs face froze, and he quickly put on a smile, âWell, I had no choice, those few are âlords and royal highnessesâ, and I have to give them face.â
Old Mr. Clinton snorted coldly, âFace, face. If everyone is wellâconnected and wants you to give him face. Can you afford it?â
Seeing that Old Mr. Clinton scolded himself in front of the juniors, Brianâs face was a little ugly, but he quickly restrained his expression, âI see, it wonât be like this next time.â