Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 100

Charlotte frowned as she looked at the crowd around. In the end, she chose to sit before the bar.

"Hey beautiful, do you want a drink?"

The bartender asked her cheerfully. She clearly looked out of place in the bar.

"Give me the strongest drink."

Charlotte sat aside straight to the side. She propped up her chin and watched as people walked in and out restlessly.

No wonder it was said that bars were a paradise for young men and women to enjoy themselves!

"Here's your drink."

As there weren't many people at the bar, he took a seat opposite to Charlotte. He stared interestingly at the delicate but not trampy woman.

It was the first time he laid eyes on such an eye-catching person.

Charlotte didn't like the way he stared at her like some prey. After she downed a glass of whiskey, she bluntly told the bartender, "I don't like it when people look at me like that."

"I'm sorry."

The bartender was not embarrassed at all. He just waved with a smile and continued, "Do you have something on your mind? Tell me and you'll feel better."

He quickly shrugged innocently when he saw Charlotte's scrutinising gaze and said, "Don't get me wrong, I listen to tons of stories each day. You can just pretend I'm a trash can for your worries."

His metaphor made Charlotte smile. However, she still kept her thoughts to herself.

After she drank glass after glass of whiskey, Charlotte stared at the blurry person before her. She pointed and asked, "Why are you swaying around?"

The bartender shook his head helplessly.

He had seen too many people like this!

"Hello..."

Her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. Charlotte slowly took her phone out and answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Lottie?"

Anne was stunned and asked in confusion, "Where are you? Aren't you at the Emerson family?"

"Me... Haha, where am I? Where is this place?"

Charlotte laughed foolishly. However, Anne was beginning to panic on the other end.

"Wait for me, I'll be right there."

Anne only realised she had no location when she hung up the phone. But when she dialled the number again, no one answered.

Shane...

Yes, only Shane Fuller could find anyone as quickly as possible.

Shane usually didn't have the habit of sleeping late but today stayed up to read some stock news on his phone.

"Hello."

"I see."

A trace of anxiety suddenly crossed his face and he quickly made a phone call.

"Send me Charlotte Emerson's location."

After giving his orders, he got off the bed and put on his clothes in one breath.

"Sir, it's late, where are you going?"

Ms. Jenny asked curiously. She was cleaning the room when she heard some noises upstairs.

"Take good care of Sheryl. If she looks for me, tell her I had an emergency."

Shane briefly explained.

A brand- new Lamborghini sped out of the garage.

Anne had been informed by Shane to go to a bar nearby the Emerson house. Once she arrived, she noticed Shane beside Charlotte.

"Lottie?"

Anne asked tentatively but she didn't get a response as expected.

"She's drunk."

Anne could obviously detect the coldness from the man opposite her. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself.

"Fu... Mr. Fuller, why don't you hand Lottie over to me? She'll feel uncomfortable if she wakes up in an unfamiliar environment."

Anne knew Charlotte very well as they had grown very close over the years. She could instantly sense how dejected Charlotte was feeling.