Chapter 69

“There’s no point in punishing you.” Charles stood in front of his office desk with his back to her. He lifted a mug to his lips. There was a dark light flashing in his eyes.

Did this mean he was unwilling to let Sterling go?!

Sophia wrinkled her brows and stood up before forcing herself to sit back down. She said as calmly as she could, “I’m not as smart as Ms. Jones.

Can you speak plainly, Mr. Harris?”

“Dream Club’s hall is destroyed. With your current wages, you won’t be able to repay it even after an entire lifetime.” Most of the vases and ornaments Sterling had smashed were antiques.

“You don’t have to worry about this. My brother will reimburse all financial loss,” said Sophia.

Charles put his mug down and turned to look at her, bracing his hands on the desk behind him. “Paying back the original amount of what the damaged things were worth? Lending out a hundred and getting back the same hundred is still a loss to me.”

“You can tell my brother however much you think is an appropriate compensation. He won’t counter-offer.” Since he mentioned that money should have some wiggle room, Sophia’s heart that had lodged itself in her throat relaxed slightly.

“I don’t need money.” Charles’s gaze fell on her red and swollen face. A dark light lit his eyes. “I’m very interested in the land that White Group photographed for a new planning area in G City.”

Sophia stayed silent. No matter if it was then or now, she could not speak for the company.

“Reluctant? Forget it, then,” Charles said carelessly.

“I’m not reluctant!” Only after she said it did Sophie realize she was too agitated. She calmed her emotions and said, “This matter requires a discussion between my brother and the others. I can’t make that decision.”

The corners of Charles’ mouth curved. Her figure was reflected in his eyes. “Then you’d best move faster. I don’t have much patience.”

Sophia nodded once, then walked toward the door with her eyebrows scrunched.

The fact that she crashed into Leah and was sent to jail two years ago had already caused her family to be very upset at her. Now that Sterling caused trouble because of her, she already knew her mom and dad would hate her even more.

“Wait.” Just as her hand gripped the door handle, Charles called out to her.

Sophia turned around. With her head down, she asked, “Is there anything else you want to let me know, Mr. Harris?”

“William Jones is getting engaged on National Day. The Jones told me not to let you go create trouble.” Charles lifted his mug and put it to his lips but did not drink. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at her.

Sophia lifted her head. Startled, she made a sound of acknowledgment. Her expression looked a little horrible.

Many people in her circle had messy personal lives, but she always assumed William was an exception. She never thought he had already resolved to get engaged to Audrey and would even come to provoke her.

This made her feel immensely disgusted.

Seeing this, Charles scoffed lightly. He put the mug on the table, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She was sad now that she knew William was about to be engaged?

There was a disturbance in Sophia’s heart. She stumbled clumsily out of the president’s office.

Ding!

The elevator arrived on the first floor.

“Huh, you’re here too?” Clara stood outside the elevator, her doll-like face full of shock. “Bumping into you twice in one day. This must be fate, right?”

Sophia worked hard to tug her lips into a smile. “It is quite a coincidence.”

Zachary gave her a nod, then pulled Clara by the back of her collar into the elevator before pressing the button to close the doors.

“Zachary, what are you doing?!” Clara glared at him with her hands on her hips. “I still have a few things to ask her!”

Zachary adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a precise smile on his handsome face. “Just gossip stuff. It’s the same whether you ask or not.”

Clara rolled her eyes prettily and mumbled softly, “Tyranny...”

“What did you say?” Zachary asked, putting his right hand on her shoulder.

“Ha!” Clara put on a big smile. “I said you look particularly handsome today in this suit. You’re even more handsome than usual, so handsome!”

Zachary rubbed her head. “What truths are you blindly saying.”

“...”

The two of them got off the elevator on the 36th floor. Clara followed behind Zachary. When she saw the sign saying “President’s Office’, she started to retreat. “Zachary, my stomach hurts. I think my period came. I’m leaving first!”

“Scared now?” Zachary grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her back. “Charles doesn’t bite.”

Clara clutched her stomach, pain evident on her face. “I’m not scared. My period came. I have to change my pad!”

“If I remember correctly, this is the third time this month your period has come.” Zachary released her collar and smiled down at her.

Clara had nothing left to live for.

“You really want to leave?” Zachary raised his eyebrows a little. Seeing her nod like a chick pecking at grains, he laughed angrily. “Outstanding. A new case came today. Go back and tidy the related parties’ files.”

“Thanks, Zachary. Love you, here’s a heart.” By the time she said the last word, Clara had already run into the elevator.

Zachary sighed and rubbed the aching center of his eyebrows. He walked to the president’s office and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” A cool voice came from inside.

Zachary pushed open the door. The faint smell of cigarettes immediately took over his sense of smell. He watched the tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and asked, “Something wrong?”

“Uh-huh, I’m poor.” Charles turned his head to look at him. He put out the cigarette he had smoked half of and tossed it into the ashtray.

Zachary took off his gold-rimmed spectacles and flung it onto the coffee table. “If you say you’re poor, then what am I? A special class of poverty?”

“Tea?” Charles poured him a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table.

Zachary looked askance with great disgust. He had no inclination to drink it at all. “Are you doing it on purpose? How many times have I said I only drink coffee, never tea!”

“Just putting on a little show of hospitality. Don’t take it so seriously.” Charles picked up the tea he just poured and took a gulp before putting it back on the coffee table.

“Hehe.” Zachary chuckled coldly. He placed the case and document files onto the table. “I’m not managing Sterling’s case anymore.”

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 68 He Changed The Password “Just one sentence and you’re angry? You’re too narrow-minded.” Charles glanced at him, then sat beside him.

Zachary did not waffle around with him and said seriously, “Aunt Fisher has a friendship with my mom and dad. The parents have specially called me to disallow me from managing this case.”

Charles made a sound of acknowledgment. His expression did not waver one bit.

“The case concerns your most beloved. I thought you’ll curse me out.” Zachary stood up. He went to get the coffee powder and made himself a cup of coffee.

“I’m not a petty animal.” Charles leaned on the couch while staring calmly at the man earnestly making coffee. “Also, she’s not my beloved. Just a possible marriage partner.”

Zachary stopped making coffee and turned to look at him. “Marriage partner? And not a definite one? Yet you still broke Sophia’s leg for her two years ago.”

“That was the punishment Sophia deserved. It has nothing to do with Leah.” Charles’ eyebrows furrowed slightly before quickly relaxing. His expression went back to usual.

“Tch.” Zachary walked over to the coffee table. With his coffee in hand, he sat down. “For you, Ms. Jones doesn’t even have her legs anymore, yet you only think of her as a potential marriage partner... It’s oddly unfeeling.”