WantNovelChapter 631
The next morning, Charlie handed over the last two thousand dollars he had managed to scrounge
from his house to Manager Sullivan. After groveling and pleading, it took quite a while before
Sullivan finally decided to let him off the hook.
Sarah sat in her office, her eyes fixed on the computer screen displaying an email reply from
headquarters. The report about the equipment malfunction had been approved, and the request for
new devices granted. The board of directors hadn't opposed it, which cas a surprise.
Outside the office, Charlie passed by the door, his mind still reeling from Sullivan's earlier warning.
"You've got one more chance. Sarah Sanders is sharp. If you fail again, pack your bags and leave!"
He clenched his fist, determined not to fail this time.
At six in the evening, Sarah was about to leave for the day when, to her surprise, Charlie was waiting outside,
calling her over. "Hurry up and eat! My mom made dishes specially for you. | know | messed up last time, but
please don't hold it against me."
Feeling suspicious, Sarah followed Charlie to the dinner table. She noticed it was covered with meat dishes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore she could even pick up her chopsticks, Charlie approached with a bottle of wine. "You're from East Coast,
and part of the Sanders family. You must attend lots of social events, and you're probably no stranger to drinking.
Today, doa favor and have a few drinks with me."
Before Sarah could respond, Charlie poured wine into her glass without waiting for her approval.
Sarah frowned. "What exactly is going on here?"
Why had Charlie prepared so much food and even brought wine for her?
Charlie replied earnestly, "Well, it's not a huge deal. The house you stayed in collapsed last time. | can't say I'm
blameless. It's my fault. The mayor said that repair costs could be reimbursed if the collapse was due to a
natural disaster, but we had repaired the roof the day before it collapsed. You know, | was angry at you, so |
didn't fix it properly and ended up breaking stiles. If the mayor asks you, could you please not mention
that?"
Sarah shot him a sidelong glance, not buying his simple explanation.
Charlie's parents hadn't even joined them at the table, as if the dinner was prepared solely for her.
Charlie raised his glass. "Miss Sanders, lettoast to you. I'll drink, and you can drink as you wish."
Before he could drink, Sarah suddenly said, "Charlie, this meal was prepared by your parents. You can't let them
go without eating, can you? Call them in here, or | won't drink."
Charlie, seeing Sarah's softened expression, thought he had her figured out. "Alright, I'll go get
them."
Less than two minutes later, Charlie returned with his parents and they sat down together.
This time, Sarah took the initiative to lift her glass. "Actually, since I've been staying in your house,
we really don't have any bad blood. If the mayor asksanything, I'll keep my word and won't say
anything."
She drank the wine in one go, and Charlie, pleased, did the same. But after just two cups, Sarah
was already starting to feel the effects.
Charlie quickly grabbed his own glass and tossed it away, then helped Sarah to her room, a wicked
grin on his face.
Moments later, there was a knock on the door. Charlie had originally intended to take advantage of
the situation and had his hand lingering on Sarah's face, but before he could do anything, he
hurried to open the door.
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