Instantly, Lance's handsome face darkened.
Charlie didn't care. He sized up Yvette and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Yvette shook her head.
Lance was so pissed off that he was about to flip out. He was still holding a grudge from the last time.
He pressed his tongue against his molars and said, "Charlie Raison, you are everywhere, aren't you?"
Their gazes met silently in the air, neither avoiding the other.
"Mr. Wolseley, you must be joking."
Compared to Lance, who was furious, Charlie was much calmer.
Charlie said calmly, "Yvette and I are friends, and we interact as friends should. Mr. Wolseley, I think you're the one who should behave yourself. After all, Yvette obviously does not want anything to do with you."
Lance ignored the last part of Charlie's words. His attention was caught by Charlie's first sentence.
