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“Are you sure about this?” Bertram could not explain why, but his gut instinct continued to cast doubts over Charles’ suggestion. “I didn’t offend you earlier, did I, Mr. Quigley? You’re not digging my grave here, right?”

Sure, Bertram may have never been in a relationship, but he was no fool.

Charles merely retorted, “Don’t you know how many women I’ve dated in the past? Trust me; my plan is foolproof. In any case, I can’t force you to change your mind if you don’t believe me.”

Alas, Bertram was all out of options. Charles’ idea was his only and best shot.

“Fine. I’ll take that advice.”

When they finally sat down to eat, Bertram boldly sat beside Sophie.

He launched into a string of praises. “Ms. Tanner, Mr. Tristan has waxed poetic about you for a long time. He clearly likes you very much! I must admit, I’ve never met a young woman as beautiful as you in my life!”

As he spoke, he carefully observed Sophie’s expression.

“Oh, really?” Sophie replied curtly while glancing at Bertram. This was actually her first time meeting him.

All she knew of Bertram was that he was Tristan’s right-hand man. For reasons unknown, she had never met him until that day.

She shot Tristan a questioning look.

What is your right-hand man up to?

Bertram realized Sophie’s disinterest in him. Neither the length nor quality of his conversation could capture her attention.

He promptly changed tack and stopped speaking. Instead, he would use his actions to show his adoration for Sophie.

He began piling her plate high with food.

His behavior caused Tristan’s frown to deepen. What is Bertram trying to do?

Curiosity and irritation got the better of Tristan, and he interrogated his right-hand man, “What are you up to, Bertram?”

Bertram’s hand froze in the middle of adding another morsel of food to Sophie’s plate.

that I felt

Mr. Quigley can’t seriously

though

man was near tears as he sputtered, “Did I make a mistake, Mr. Tristan? I really didn’t mean anything else by my

failed to stop amused laughter

glanced at his friend in realization. Charles must be responsible for Bertram’s weird

seems you’d like to stay behind in Fandar too. I’m more than happy to make that

on Charles’ face froze

was just pulling a small prank. Did he have to

“I’m sorry, Mr. Tristan. I swear

of hotties waiting for me in Chanaea. I can’t waste my prime in a place

got Sophie a clean plate, which he proceeded to fill

coolly, “Bertram,

heart almost stopped

get in Ms. Tanner’s good graces. Please don’t leave me

also wanted nothing more than to beat Charles up for his

his gut instinct was on to something when he suspected Charles

all this. None of this was my idea, Mr. Tristan!” Hmph! Don’t think I’m so easy

You should stay behind too, Charles!” came Tristan’s indifferent

better way to satisfy his itch than leaving him behind to

sit well with Charles, who protested, “I know I’m wrong, Mr. Tristan. Please,

struck speechless by

how shameless can

and it was near impossible for

hook, Tristan would follow

replied half-heartedly, “Ah, it’s great that

off, wondering if her words were a prelude to forgiveness. And perhaps she might spare me from staying

by answering, “Since you’re admitting to your wrongdoing, you should readily accept the punishment

here, Mr. Tristan? I truly think Bert meant

Bert?

his girlfriend’s

from the

have I? How could you do this to me?” Charles continued to wail over his fate, though it merely earned him a smirk

entertaining two other men instead of eating, Tristan piped up, “That’s enough. Just

“Okay.”