Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife
Chapter 7 Have a meal with him.
It was a hot noon. Wendy went into the hall of Charles Group.
The driver took her to the parking lot underground. He showed Wendy the car she saw yesterday.
"Miss Evans. Here is the key to the car. Then I am leaving."
Wendy took the key but didn’t know what to do.
Before Henson asked her on the phone, "Have you got a driver's license?"
"Yes." She said.
And that was true.
But having a license didn't mean that she was able to drive.
She went around the black car. After a sigh, she prepared to get in.
But before she could pressed button on the key, the rear door opened itself.
Henson went out.
Wendy was surprised, "Mr. Charles, why are you in the car?"
"This is my car. Can't I stay there? "
"That's not what I meant. I mean isn't this car supposed to be handed to me to get washed?"
with a knowing look, "But You can't
looked at him with
"Give me the key
When he found she was about to sit in the back, Henson said calmly, "Stay next to me or
thought for a moment and sat next
dirtying your car. And thanks
washing this car, I need you to do a thing for
"What thing?"
meal
not hungry. And it's not that appropriate to eat
which can't use now is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. I'll give you a 50% discount. Then you just needed pay me 50 thousand dollars. So do you want to give me
"This is a blackmail."
yesterday. Raising the
looked at him unhappily, "Are all capitalists
you heard that? The more money you have, the meaner you will be. So what is your
resilient and could change soon if
she couldn't help feeling that something
let out a breath, but
"Music?"
shook her head,
"Just relax."
am
wore a smile but