Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 536

Everyone looked toward the door, including Wendy.

Charlie, wearing a black suit, and Farr walked in with great strength, which reminded her of his vigorous look the first day she went to work.

The general manager had already gone forward to greet them. How could the others sit still there? They stood up in unison and shouted in surprise and excitement, "Mr. Hogg!"

"Just help yourselves!" Charlie walked in and said, "I'll pay for all the bills today. You can order any drinks you want —no need to save the money for me. The Hogg's Group has always been generous to its employees. You all deserve it!"

Their general manager was also very generous every time he took them out to have dinner. But because he was their direct supervisor leader whom they had to deal with every day, they did not dare to order anything too expensive. But Charlie was different. Everyone present knew how openhanded he was. In this case, all employees here could enjoy themselves to the full without worries.

The box suddenly burst into an uproar, much more lively than before.

Waiters served various dishes one after another. Those white- collar workers, who always gave themselves airs, were completely relaxed at this time. Wendy's department shared one table with the accounting department and the public relations department, so most of them were girls. Nevertheless, they toasted each other more frequently than their male colleagues at the table next to them.

Wendy only drank water-she was pregnant so that one would make her drink wine, as Connie said.

She couldn't help looking at Charlie, who sat at the main table two tables away before her. He must have driven here, for he declined others toasts on the ground of driving and let Farr drink on behalf of him. Halfway through the gathering, Farr was already in the pink.

Wendy shook her head and thought, Mr. Chiang, unlucky man!

After drinking a glass of water, she wanted to go to the bathroom, so she got up and said, "I need to go to the bathroom!"

The moment she walked out of the box, Charlie stood up. He put his phone in front of him, acting as if he were going to pick up a phone call. "Sorry, everyone, I'm going out to answer a phone call!"

Wendy dried her hands, came out of the bathroom and saw a tall figure leaning against the corridor.

Charlie had taken off his suit jacket and tie, leaving only the white shirt inside. On his long legs, his pair of pants was straight as if it had just been ironed. When his dark eyes met hers, he smiled immediately.

It was a faint smile. He raised his brows, eyes gleaming and the corner of his lips curving a little.

Wendy looked around and asked nervously, "Why did you come out with me?"

"You took a look at me, hinting me to come out, didn't you?" Charlie said, putting his hands into his pants pocket.

"I didn't..." Wendy felt wronged.

When she got closer, Charlie stood straight and stretched out his right hand toward her palm, saying, "Come here!"

"No..." Wendy shook her head and did not give him her hand. Instead, she said worriedly, "Many colleagues are in the box nearby. If anyone accidentally sees us..."

Seeing that she was not willing to cooperate, Charlie went straight to grab her hand.

However, Wendy avoided him the moment he touched her. No matter what, she wouldn't let him get his way.

Anyone who saw them from behind would think that Charlie was forcing Wendy to do what she very felt reluctant to do.

When they were still some distance away from the box, Charlie still could not hold her hand. Thus, he simply put his arm around her shoulder, turned around, and pushed open the door of the next box. As soon as they entered, he closed it.

"Hey..."