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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.

I felt compelled to

totally off! Mr. Quigley

curved Tristan’s lips, though it merely

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

failed to stop amused laughter

glanced at his friend in realization. Charles must be

more than happy to make that happen! Both of you can stay here and settle the rest of

smile on Charles’ face froze in

prank. Did he have to

“I’m sorry, Mr. Tristan.

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

a clean

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

heart almost stopped

all a misunderstanding! I merely wanted to get in Ms. Tanner’s good graces. Please don’t leave

wanted nothing more than to beat Charles up for his

was on to something when he suspected Charles of pranking

shove the blame on Charles, Bertram added, “Mr. Quigley told me to do all this. None of this was my idea, Mr. Tristan!” Hmph! Don’t

behind too, Charles!”

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

know I’m wrong, Mr. Tristan. Please, I was just joking around with

speechless by

how shameless can he

made up his mind, and it was near impossible for anyone to convince

knew his only hope lay in Sophie. If she agreed to let him off the hook, Tristan would follow suit. He quickly turned to her and pleaded, “I messed up, Sophie. Just forgive me

half-heartedly, “Ah, it’s great that you’re

wondering if her words were a prelude to forgiveness. And perhaps she

your

Charles alone here, Mr. Tristan? I truly think

Bert?

displeasure at his girlfriend’s rather affectionate nickname for

from the pressure

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

entertaining two other men instead of eating, Tristan piped up,

“Okay.”