Charlotte nced through the file

Yvonne said, “If you can close this case, I’ll give you a 20%mission, same as what the business department gets. It can also be stacked with the Lawyer’s feemission”

charlotte wasn’t particrly interested in the money.

What she cared about was the opportunity to build her negotiation skills.

bBack /bwhen she worked at aw firm in Harbor City, it bwas /balways the business department that negotiated deals, then handed the cases off to thewyers. And since she had no connections in Harbor City, she hardly bever /bgot the chance to handle client negotiations herself.

she epted the assignment and looked up at Yvonne. “Got it, Miss Yarnell.”

Yvonne gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“It’s at 7 o’clock, Starfuge Club. 111 have Willy go with byou/b. Thanks for stayingte.”

Charlotte nodded. “No bproblem/b.”

W 6:30p.m., charlotte went over to bWilly’s /bbdesk /b

“Mr. Kennedy, how are we getting there?”

Willy gave her a strange look, tinged with something like disdain.

“Why not take your boyfriend’s Rolls–Royce Cullinan and make a show of bit/bb?/b”

The day before, when they had gone to bvisit /bba /bhospitalized colleague, both Yasmine and Willy had seen Charlotte step out of a Cullinan, Willy had even asked her about it at the time,

Charlotte trowned slightly

“There’s no time for him to bring the car baround /bnow. I’ll just grab a cab.”

She didown a car, but she had left it at the Riley bfamily’s /bvi the day before Sean had driven her back to her apartment, and she hadn’t had a chance to bring her

Get over yet.

Besides, Yvonne had only told her about the case at the end of the workday. There just wasn’t time to go get it now.

Willy sneered.

“What, can’t bear to? Well, it makes sense. People like us, just regr working folk don’t exactly get to ride around in your sugar daddy’s Cullinan, And now you’re saying you’ll take ad

a cal? Whut, my Porsche Macan’s not good enough for you? I got it. Can’tpete with a Rolls, right?”

Charlotte’s brows furrowed. Her tone tumed sharp:

“What are you even talking about? Do you bhave /bsome kind of problem with me? All this ‘sugar bdaddy/b‘ talk–what exactly are you trying to say?”

Willy gave a fake smile.

b“/bbOh/b,e on, Miss Riley. Don’t take in the wrong way. I didn’t mean anything by it. bJust /bsaying you’re lucky that younanaged tond a guy with a cullinan. I’m honestly jealous.”

Charlotte snapped back, bclearly /bannoyed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to offend you, have 17 What’s with the suddements? Did I ask your bto /bbpay /bfor the car?”

Willy scoffed. “Like I could bafford /bone.

Custoite didn’t hold back

“Then bmaybe /bstop whainling and do something about it. You’ve just batter. That’s not my problem “

Thatst jab hat willy right where it hurt. His expression darkened.

Then, with zero shame, he spar, “Yeah, tambitter. I wish I were a woman then I could just bspread /bmy legs and bag a rich man btoo/b.

Charlotte’s face tumed pale with rage. She clenched het jaw.

“b‘/byou’re awyerb, /baren’t you? bYou /bshould know nder and defamation arees. bYou’d /bbetter watch your mouth because if you keep this up, don’t me me for dragging you into court, coworker or not.”

Willy seemed to realize he had gone too far. He rolled his beyes/b, grabbed his briefcase, and walked off without another word.

dotte took a moment topose herself, then bcalled /ba cab.

StarEdge Club wasn’t bfar /bfrom the office. It was just a ten–minute drive

When she pushed open the door to the private room, Willy was already inside, drinking with two dients.

Both men were middle–aged CEOs in their forties. Each had a heavily made–up hostess clinging to his arm.

As soon as Charlotte enteredb, /ball eyes in the mom burned toward her.

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