However, Nancy knew that what Charles was trying to protect now was his family, his company, but her
thoughts were the least of his concern.
Otherwise, why didn't he support her in investigating the club?
He said he was investigating, but until now, he still hadn’t found out anything.
Therefore, Nancy couldn’t help but think that he was purposely delaying the investigation. If it went on
like this, the police wouldn't have a concrete evidence to prove that someone else had committed the
crime. Then the case would be closed with Dale and David being the primary culprits.
This was not what Nancy wanted, because she believed that there was a bigger boss behind the club.
Thinking of this, Nancy blurted out, "Charles, are you the boss of Romantic Private Club?"
These words took Charles by surprise that the car slightly swayed when he glanced at her.
"Nancy, what are you thinking about all day long? Do you really want me to spend the rest of my life in
prison? No, no, do you want me to be sentenced to death? Maybe because if that happened, you
wouldn't have to think about how to leave me, right? You wouldn't have to face separation with the
children, nor do you have to force them to choose between us. Oh, and my house will be yours too.
Bobby is my legal heir, so if I die, everything I own would be his. Nancy, I didn't know you were so
insidious. You’re slowly taking everything away from me. I have underestimated you!" At this moment,
Charles was completely irritated with Nancy.
How could she think that he was the mastermind when he didn't even know the club's existence before
Nancy was kept there?
Didn’t she believe in his moral principles and ethics?
They had been together for such a long time. What about mutual understanding, tolerance and trust
between them? Didn’t she have faith in him?
In conclusion, Nancy had more doubts than feelings towards Charles.
The question she had asked made Charles feel unprecedentedly disappointed.
"Charles! You said it all by yourself. I'm not as complicated as you think. I'm very..."
With a sneer, Charles said, "Well, you are very simple. But Nancy, didn’t anyone tell you that being
simple is stupid when you’re living in this complicated society?"
"Charles, you..."
"I am a hateful man!" Once again, Charles interrupted Nancy.
It seemed like their argument wouldn't end soon, which scared Nadia, so she interrupted them.
"Mommy, Daddy, I'm so hungry. Bobby, are you hungry?"
She was now really hungry since they hadn't eaten anything for breakfast. "Of course I'm hungry. I
didn't eat anything this morning."
It was obvious on Bobby’s gloomy face that he disliked the quarrel between Charles and Nancy.
"Charles, the kids said they are hungry." The last thing Nancy wanted to see was her two children to be
wronged. She didn't know why, but the thought of the club made her grit her teeth in hatred as she
thought of imprisoning the mastermind as soon as possible.
If she couldn't find the culprit, she would continue to feel restless.
The car screeched to a halt, and Charles looked at the children at the backseat.
"Keep an eye on Mommy. I'll be right there." Then he got out of the car and ran to the steamed bun
shop.
When Charles was gone, Nancy looked at the children and at the time.
It had been three days after Finn's operation, yet Nancy was still worried about the child. She knew that
if she stayed here, Charles would badger her and would not let her go easily.
Now that Charles was not in the car, she could take this opportunity to leave.
Therefore, Nancy smiled cunningly and sat on the driver's seat.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" Bobby was the first one to react. Did their mommy want to drive away?
But how about their Dad?
"Be ready. Mommy will drive you to the kindergarten." Without waiting for their reply, Nancy stepped on
the gas and drove away.
As this happened, Charles was already at the counter to pay for the four cartons of steamed buns he
bought.
However, when he was about to pay, he suddenly heard that a car started. He quickly turned around
and saw Nancy smiling evilly at him and then she drove away with the children.
"Nancy, you are a hateful woman! What are you doing?" Mindlessly, Charles ran out of the store with
the steamed buns in his hand, which he hadn't paid for yet.
"Sir, you didn't pay the bill. Our steamed buns cost twenty dollars per carton. You have bought four
cartons and it cost eighty dollars. Please don't leave. Hey!" The store owner shouting loudly, but
Charles couldn't hear it. He ran to the main road, but Nancy had already left with the children.
"Damn it!" Out of frustration, Charles couldn’t help but curse.
At this time, the owner of the steamed bun shop came up to him. "Sir, sir, the money..."
Catching his breath, he stretched out his hand in front of Charles.
However, Charles suddenly realized that he didn't have the habit of bringing cash with him. "I don't
have cash or cards with me now. How about this? You keep the account first. Later, I will give you ten
times the amount of the price. What do you think?"
"Ten times? Really?" The owner of the steamed bun shop surveyed Charles from head to toes.
Today, Charles was wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a dark red tie. Therefore, he didn’t seem like
someone who couldn’t afford to pay. His eyes were cold and heroic as he watched the shop owner
scan him.
"Are you rich?" The shop owner didn't know Charles at all. After all, he was just a shop owner at the
bottom of the society. How could he know such a big shot as Charles in this city?
"Well, I am." As Charles spoke, he looked around for a taxi.
When he was done surveying Charles, the owner asked, "How much do you have?"
The truth was, he wanted to know whether this handsome and rich man was telling the truth about
giving him ten times the amount that the steamed buns cost.
"Money? A lot. I don't know how much money I have. Just as you don't know how many steamed buns
you can sell. You sell steamed buns every day. You don't know how many steamed buns you can sell in
a year, do you? Let alone ten years. What do you think?" Charles answered seriously.
"Yes, you are right." The shop owner smiled shyly. "I'll keep this in mind. You must bring me the money
later. You see, I'm also a poor person. I can't afford to lose money."
"Well, I’m not lying." After waiting for a while, Charles still didn’t see any taxi passing by. His eyes fell
on the scooter of the shop owner. He had never ridden it before, but as a man, he didn't need to learn
it.
"That's good, sir. I'm going to work. Take care." The shop owner decided to trust Charles for once, so
he turned around to go back to his shop.
Left without a choice, Charles stopped him. "Sir, don't leave yet. Is this scooter yours?"
"Yes, it's mine. What do you want, sir?" The shop owner's face turned cold. What was wrong with this
man? The man didn't give him money to pay for his steamed buns. Did the man also want to ride his
scooter?
At this point, he thought Charles was a fraud.
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