She turned her head and searched around the conference hall, only to realize that Madam White was indeed not there.
"My mom isn't here, but all the White family elders are here, so I'm just being cautious." Charles White walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her again, and said confidently.
"You're tired, let me take you back to the Room to rest." Charles White narrowed his eyes, and a dim light flashed in his eyes.
Last night, he didn't get his way and almost had a nosebleed all night; today he absolutely couldn't repeat the same mistake!
To be safe, should he maybe find a cup of wine for her to drink first?
While Charles White hesitated on how to find an excuse to get Zoe Yale drunk, Aria Rowe walked towards them again with her skirt hem in hand.
Her face was full of coyness.
"Charles, can I have a word with you alone?"
Aria Rowe looked at Zoe Yale, who was in his arms, with jealousy burning like flames in her eyes, wishing she could turn her to ashes.
