Chapter 189 Charlie Yates
Was Idris… giving me an explanation?
Realizing this, I calmed my somewhat chaotic breathing, casually acknowledged him with
an ‘oh!‘, and then broke free from his grasp, quickly leaving without heeding his calls from
behind.
He did not care about Moore’s life or death? Did not care what I would do to Moore?
Leaving the hospital, my doubts only deepened. For five years, did he really have no
feelings for Moore beyond a sense of obligation?
Honestly, this version of Idris felt somewhat foreign to me. His ability to turn his back so
decisively
was very… surprising.
Unable to untangle his and Moore’s messy relationship, I shook my head, deciding not to
dwell on it.
As long as he did not interfere, Moore would have to spend five or six years in prison,
which would be a form of revenge for the torment I had endured over the years.
Feeling good about having resolved this matter, I drove back to Azure Bay, planning to
change clothes for dinner with Inch and his friend later that evening.
The night in Lake City was brightly lit and bustling. I drove through the noisy streets to a
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restaurant, following the address Inch had given me. It appeared tranquil due to its high–
end luxury
limiting the number of guests there.
As soon as I parked, a valet from the restaurant approached to take my car keys and park
my car. A waitress in a tight dress gracefully came out to greet me and led me to the
private room.
The restaurant exuded an aura of classic elegance and subtle luxury. Standing outside the
private
room,
the waitress in a uniform elegantly knocked thrice on the door, and a deep voice from
inside said, “Come in.”
After making a gesture for me to enter, she gently opened the door and then left.
Entering, I found the place’s layout quite unique. I had dined in upscale restaurants
before, but I had not expected this one to be so distinctive.
Indeed, it was special.
Instead of seeing tables and dining areas upon entry, the first thing that caught my eye
was a finely crafted hollowed–out screen with gold thread engravings. It was clearly very
valuable.
Behind the screen, the rest of the room was obscured. I paused briefly, then called out,
“Inch?” He was younger than me, so this seemed the most appropriate way to address
him.
Nob*dy behind the screen responded to me initially, and for a few seconds, I wondered if I
had come to the wrong place. I hesitated on whether I should have called out for Inch at
first.
After a moment, a deep and slightly hoarse male voice came from behind the screen, “Ms.
Scott,
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hello.”
That voice… was not Inch’s.
I replied, “Yes, it’s me. Are you Inch’s friend?”
“Yes!” The man’s voice remained somewhat hoarse as he said, “I can’t come out to greet
you, but please, come in and have a seat.
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Hearing this, I was puzzled, but still, I walked past the screen. On the other side was a
delicately styled dining table, not large, just enough for two people. A man was already
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmseated on the opposite side, the one who had just spoken. The empty seat, which was
evidently prepared for me, was facing the screen.
Inch was nowhere in sight, and I could not even see the face of the man speaking to me
because a semi -transparent screen on the tabletop blocked my view. All I could make out
was the blurred figure of the person opposite.
“Ms. Scott, please take a seat,” the man on the other side said, his voice still hoarse.
The atmosphere felt inexplicably strange, but since I was already there, it did not make
sense to just
turn around and leave. I sat down, looking at the man on the other side of the screen, and
asked, “ Hasn’t Inch arrived yet?”
The man replied, “He’s occupied and won’t be coming.”
His speech was slow. His hoarse voice did not seem fake, but as if he was injured.
Not wanting to pry further, I found myself momentarily at a loss for words.
“My name is Charlie, last name Yates,” the man across the screen spoke. “Ms. Scott, I’m
sorry to meet you in this manner, but I hope you can understand.”
I quickly shook my head, realizing he might not be able to see my expression, and quickly
said, “No, it’s alright. Everyone has their own way of handling things. Besides, I mainly
came today to thank you in person, Mr. Yates. If you hadn’t stepped in last time and
thoughtfully took me to your house, I would probably still be struggling to clear my name.”
Chapter 190 Encountering Someone Unreasonable
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