Charles was not the type to be controlled by anyone––let alone any woman.

Even though Dorothy was aware of this, she could be very erratic at times.

"Yes, Dad, I want to know." Throwing her arms around his neck, Dorothy mustered her sweetest voice, enough to persuade her father.

"Okay, let me ask others." Evidently, her charms worked as Drew took out his phone and dialed Charles' assistant.

If Charles didn't go to the company, then his assistant probably knew where he was.

As a busy and influential businessman, he hired six assistants who were responsible for different things. And every time, he'd be occupied with other matters, he'd assign tasks to those six.

Some of them were in charge of handling domestic issues, others dealt with overseas concerns, while the rest managed office affairs.

This particular assistant who Drew just called was Mr. Yang, who was in charge of domestic affairs for Charles.

However, quite surprisingly, even he didn't know where Charles had gone last night.

And although Drew found it slightly odd too, he couldn't lie to his daughter––not when her tears were on the verge of falling.

He tried to sport a calm expression for some time, but he couldn't bear to see his daughter crying, so he pleaded with Mr. Yang to inquire about it.

So after hanging up the phone, the assistant called Jay and asked about Charles' plans last night, saying that he couldn't get hold of him.

Because Jay trusted Ch

h him.

"Yes. if you have any question, just ask me," Charles answered casually without looking at her. He was just so immersed in his meal.

"Okay, thank you. "Goodbye, Miss Ning," Dorothy uttered before walking to the door.

"Bye." With a short reply, Nancy sent her out.

"Miss Ning, please take good care of Charles," Dorothy expressed politely as she turned to intently look at her.

"Yes. It's my duty." Even though Nancy met her gaze with equal intensity, her voice was painted with sheer indifference.

Dorothy just ignored her last words and instead turned around and left without saying anything.

But before she could completely turn around, her envious expression didn't escape Nancy's sight.

For a moment, she was lost as to why Dorothy would feel that way when for Nancy, the latter seemed to be a better match for Charles than her.

And although she was dying to know who Charles would choose, Nancy didn't dare to ask him directly.

So after Dorothy left and they were done with their breakfast, Nancy chose to visit her mother rather than with Charles while she was filled with those thoughts.

"Have a rest, Charles," she suggested, looking at his slightly red eyes.

"No, I'm going to a bidding event today. You stay here and look after your mother. I'll be back as soon as possible," Charles said, standing up.

"Hey! What about your leg?" Surprised at how he managed to stand by himself, Nancy felt a slight panic and worry.