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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.

just so enamored by Ms. Tanner that I felt compelled to do some nice things

is totally off! Mr. Quigley can’t seriously

curved Tristan’s lips, though it merely heightened Bertram’s

man was near tears as he sputtered, “Did I make a

to stop amused laughter

in realization. Charles must be responsible for Bertram’s weird

than happy to make that happen! Both of you can stay here

Charles’ face froze

prank. Did he

“I’m sorry, Mr. Tristan. I

hotties waiting for me in Chanaea. I

and got Sophie a clean plate, which

same time, he asked coolly, “Bertram, still thinking of stealing

heart almost

exclaimed, “Mr. Tristan, this is all a misunderstanding! I merely wanted to get in Ms. Tanner’s good graces. Please don’t leave me here. I’m very

also wanted nothing more than to beat Charles up for his

his gut instinct was on to

all this. None of this was my idea, Mr. Tristan!” Hmph!

should stay behind too, Charles!” came

was no better way to satisfy his itch than leaving him behind to deal

know I’m wrong, Mr. Tristan. Please, I

speechless by

shameless can

mind, and it

Tristan would follow suit. He quickly turned to her and pleaded, “I messed up, Sophie. Just forgive me

“Ah, it’s great that you’re aware of your

saying is…” Charles trailed off, wondering if her words were a prelude to forgiveness. And perhaps she might spare me

his hopes by answering, “Since you’re admitting to your

here, Mr. Tristan?

Bert?

his girlfriend’s rather affectionate nickname for

faint from the pressure of

How could you do this to me?” Charles continued to wail over his fate, though it merely

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

“Okay.”