"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!"

the outskirts. "Is that... the road to the airport? Are you going to pick up someone?" Noelle raised an eyebrow. "Who's this VIP that you're rolling out the red

would handle airport runs, or Ronald at most for the really important folks. Whoever Charles was going

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

smirk crossed Noelle's face as she let out a chuckle. "Nice move. But does Mr. Wells have any clue you've left

Noelle. "I'm the boss. I pay him a lot, so of course, I expect him to tackle the tough stuff for me," he said, pausing before he

eyebrow arched in intrigue.

and it wouldn't be right for me to step in," Charles explained, his fingers rhythmically drumming

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