"I trust you, otherwise I wouldn't have entrusted you with full authority over the store," Charlotte Green's eyes were filled with the light of 'don't let me down.'
Wester Welson frowned secretly, not daring to call this woman foolish; at least she had now qualified, becoming much more astute.
"I really am curious, if that child isn't the boss's, then why are you so afraid of him finding out?" Undeniably, Wester was trying to buy time.
"You saw with your own eyes what happened that night, do you think he would let go of evidence that could be criticized by others in the future? When he found out I was pregnant, and that the child wasn't his, he didn't even think twice before asking me to abort the child, even admitting he couldn't tolerate a disgrace that, to him, could never be erased. It was only because I begged him with a gun to my head that he spared me, but..."
But, in the end, if he couldn't do it overtly he'd resort to covert tactics, cruel beyond measure.
