"She does."

"And she's still pushing you to marry Janet?" Noelle was dumbfounded, but noticing Charles's troubled look, she quickly flashed a smile and steered the conversation elsewhere. "So, where are we headed now?" "We're going to pick someone up."

Charles glanced at Noelle. "Don't worry about me. If you want to know more about Janet, I'll fill you in. But we've got bigger fish to fry right now." He said this and playfully tousled Noelle's hair.

Noelle was not having it this time. She flicked Charles's hand off her head. "Quit it with the head-patting. You've totally wrecked my hair. Weren't we supposed to meet some bigwigs soon? How am I supposed to show my face like this!" She pulled out a compact mirror from her purse and, seeing the hair disaster Charles had caused, shot him a look that could freeze lava. "Next time, hands off the hair unless I say so, got it?"

Charles gave her a sideways glance, his eyes dancing with mischief as he nodded. "Got it!"

face with a powder puff. "Seriously, where are you off to?" She watched as Charles's car zoomed off, heading toward the outskirts. "Is that... the road to the airport? Are you going to pick up someone?" Noelle raised

Charles's secretary would handle airport runs, or Ronald at most for the really important folks. Whoever Charles was going to meet must be

him go to Royal Star Entertainment instead. I didn't have much on my plate today, so I figured, why not do the pickup instead of drowning

chuckle. "Nice move. But does Mr. Wells have

course, I expect him to tackle the tough stuff

arched in intrigue. "What's

Charles explained, his fingers rhythmically drumming on the steering

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