Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 583

When Carlisle and Wendell arrived at the company, Wendell went to the freight department while Carlisle returned to the storehouse, where some colleagues were napping at their desks.

Worried that he might disturb their rest, Carlisle wandered around the storehouse. Just as he finished his round, he saw Zoey entering.

"Ms. Miller," Carlisle greeted her with a smile as he approached.

"Take this cell phone. It contains all the calls and messages you've had with your relatives over the past year," Zoey said, handing Carlisle a knockoff phone that was badly chipped and had a screen full of scratches.

Carlisle checked the contacts and saw calls every few days, each lasting about ten minutes, along with hundreds of

messages.

"Are these forged too?" Carlisle asked in surprise, knowing that forging call records and messages required some high-end technology. Clearly, Zoey was a meticulous woman.

Zoey approached Carlisle, pinching his cheek as she teased, "Young man, you're now Howard Lawson. These are your genuine communication records. How can you call them fake?"

Carlisle swatted her hand away, took a couple of steps back, and frowned.

"Please keep your distance, Ms. Miller."

"Why? Are you afraid I might eat you up?" Zoey teased again, her gaze mischievous.

"Given your age and vigor, I do have some reason to worry," Carlisle smiled and responded, his tone light and joking.

He saw no need to be overly polite since Zoey was clearly disregarding formalities.

"I've done you a huge favor, and this is how you repay me?"

Zoey advanced, her gaze revealing her intentions.

"I paid you for your service, Ms. Miller. Our relationship is strictly professional!" Carlisle said as he retreated until his back was against a shelf.

Halting her approach, Zoey narrowed her eyes as she observed Carlisle's alert demeanor.

"Your friend is there, isn't she?"

Carlisle was momentarily startled. It appeared that Zoey had figured out his intention, so he did not need to pretend otherwise. Without hesitation, he nodded in confirmation.

Zoey's smile grew confident.

"Is her name Wanda Thompson?"

Carlisle's expression shifted.

"You've seen her?"

Zoey, the Deputy Director of the Human Resources Department at 10KFresh, seemed to know more than expected. "My best friend works there as a housemaid. Wanda is currently under her care."

Zoey was indeed a close friend of Maisie Galen, Wanda's housemaid. They had known each other for at least seven years.

The housemaids at the rehabilitation hospital were allowed one monitored phone call each month to stay in touch with their family and friends.

When Maisie called Zoey last month, the security guard had stepped out for a cigarette, allowing the two to chat longer than usual.

During their chat, Zoey learned that Maisie was caring for Wanda, the heiress of Thompson Group in Riverland. Since Carlisle was also from Riverland, Zoey connected him to Wanda, understanding that he was there for her. Carlisle swallowed hard before asking, "Can you contact your friend?"

"I can if I want to. But why should I help you with that?"

Zoey put her hands in her pockets, a playful grin on her lips.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

She still vividly recalled how Carlisle had swatted her hand away and mocked her age earlier. Who was the one begging now?

Carlisle was aware that his earlier comment had offended Zoey.

However, what was done was done, so he said straightforwardly, "Just name your price!"

Zoey's smile widened at Carlisle's words.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she said alluringly, "Well, I've been feeling pretty lonely lately..." Carlisle put on a fake smile and replied, "Wendell's fit physique will surely satisfy you. I'll talk to him for you."

Zoey was indeed an attractive woman. Not only was she naturally beautiful, but she also had a seductive figure that even a thick downcoat could not conceal.

Having lived through two lifetimes, Carlisle's mental age was beyond 40. If he were a playboy, he might have accepted Zoey's proposal. However, he wasn't that kind of man. Since he had given his heart to Wanda, he would always stay loyal to her.

Zoey continued flirting, "But Wendell isn't my cup of tea. I prefer a young, innocent man like you. What should we do?"