“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

Mr. Quigley

Tristan’s lips, though

tears as he sputtered, “Did I make a mistake, Mr. Tristan? I really didn’t mean anything

stop amused laughter from bubbling

at his friend in realization. Charles must be responsible

“Charles, it seems you’d like to stay behind in Fandar too. I’m more than happy to make that happen! Both of you

smile on Charles’ face froze in

pulling a small prank. Did he have to

apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Tristan. I swear it. Please

still plenty of hotties waiting for me in Chanaea. I can’t waste my prime

waiter and got Sophie a clean plate, which he proceeded to fill with

he asked coolly, “Bertram,

heart almost

Ms. Tanner’s good

than to

gut instinct was on to something when he suspected Charles of

Quigley told me to do all this. None of

behind too, Charles!” came Tristan’s

to satisfy his itch than

not sit well with Charles, who protested, “I know I’m wrong, Mr. Tristan. Please, I was just joking around with him. I didn’t know Bertram

was struck speechless

shameless can he

mind, and it was near

to let him off the hook, Tristan would follow suit. He quickly turned to her and pleaded, “I messed up,

it’s great that you’re aware of your

words were a prelude to forgiveness. And

your wrongdoing, you should

you leave Charles alone here, Mr. Tristan? I

Bert?

displeasure at his girlfriend’s rather affectionate nickname

from the pressure

Charles continued to wail over his fate, though it merely

time entertaining two other men instead of eating,

“Okay.”

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