Chapter 73 Don't Mess With Fiona (Part Two)

For some reason, the scene warmed his heart, especially considering the cold winter.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Wen?" the woman in the car asked as she snaked her arms around him.

"Get out," Charles stated.

"What? Are you kidding, Mr. Wen?" the woman asked.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Charles bent over, hugged the beauty and kissed her on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Get out now."

The woman blinked. She looked out the window and thought, 'If I go out now, I'll freeze to death.' She wanted to argue but when she looked up, she saw the cold gaze of Charles and decided to do as she was told. It was better to freeze to death than to offend a boss!

"Mr. Wen, remember to come and see me tomorrow evening!" The lady kissed Charles back before she opened the door and went out in her high heels.

Charles put his hand on the steering wheel, started the car, and sped away.

While Fiona was walking, a car stopped in front of her and blocked her way. She couldn't open her eyes due to the lights.

The car door opened.

A man in leather shoes stepped out. Fiona raised her head and saw that it was Charles. "Mr. Wen?" she asked.

"Why are you only having dinner now?" Charles put his hands in his pockets casually.

"I was too tired. I fell asleep the moment I arrived in the hotel," Fiona replied honestly. She knew that he could easily catch her if she lied.

"I haven't eaten either," Charles stated, casting a glance at the noodles in Fiona's hand.

"Mr. Wen, if you want to eat something, just call your men and they will send the food at once. Abalone, sea cucumbers, chicken, fish, or whatever your tummy desires. These are cheap noodles. It's not a suitable meal for you,"

Fiona warned.

ona for you. Isn't that good?"

"I don't need your help! Stay away from her! Don't you dare cross the line," Ryan threatened, clutching his phone tightly. He knew that Charles wasn't simply being kind to Fiona. He always had an agenda. He was cruel playboy, after all.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do." Charles squinted. "I'm telling you, don't covet the property of the Wen family. A bastard like you is lucky enough to have the current life. You can't have both the family property and Fiona. You have to make a choice."

Ryan was awestruck. He finally understood what Charles had been trying to do all this time. He took a deep breath before responding. "I don't want the property. I just want what's best for Fiona. Stop messing with her!"

Ryan responded with satisfaction, "Deal. Then, dear brother, let's stop here for a while. After dinner, I will send Fiona back to the hotel."

Before Ryan could react, he hung up the phone.

Charles did not realize how smitten and in love Ryan was for Fiona until now. She had charmed her way to his heart.

Through the misty window, Charles observed Fiona with a hint of cold darkness in his eyes.