Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

“Stop putting that ugly expression on your face."

Wendy’s resentment may not have been visible to others, but it was clearly observed by Mr.

White, who was standing next to her.

Wendy’s expression stiffened, and she quickly composed herself, offering a gentle smile.

“What are you talking about? I’m just admiring Miss Clinton..."

Mr.White gave her a meaningful look.

“If you've really offended her, | won’t help you."

There was no obvious expression on his face, but Wendy could sense his sarcasm.

Wendy’s face stiffened, and she struggled to contain her anger as she spoke, “What do you mean by that?"

“You and | both know what your intentions are for being by my side.| might not mind helping you out on a whim, but when it comes to my interests, you know the consequences,”

Mr.White said, looking at her meaningfully.

Wendy shuddered, opened her mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words. Mr.White paid no attention to her reaction, to him, Wendy was just a plaything. Joe had finished his speech and led Charlotte off the stage.

Many people were curious about the identity of the girl by Joe’s side, and those who recognized Charlotte quickly spread the news that Joe was pursuing Congreve and Judy’s daughter.

The guests were all part of the same social circle, and many approached Joe to greet him, quickly surrounding him. Charlotte didn’t enjoy these kinds of events, so she informed Joe and found a quiet corner in the banquet hall to sit down. She absentmindedly picked up some food and quietly began to eat.

“You're probably the only woman in the room who’s eating," a young man’s voice startled Charlotte.

She hadn't noticed him sitting next to her before, as the curtains had obstructed her view.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She was about to leave when he stopped her.

“| just found your eating habits quite interesting, don’t get me wrong,”

David said, trying to stop Charlotte as she attempted to leave. Charlotte frowned.

“| don’t know you."

Since they were strangers, there was no need to continue the conversation.

As Charlotte tried to walk away, David grabbed her wrist.

Smack! Charlotte gave him a resounding slap, the clear sound drawing attention from the surrounding guests. David was left bewildered by the unexpected blow.

“You really do hit me!"

David rubbed his stinging cheek, realizing he didn’t feel much anger, but rather... a sense of helplessness and indulgence?