Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 179

"What about Tiffany?"

"I don't feel anything," Shane replied simply.

They were both men. He did not need to hide anything from Rick. So long as they chatted amicably.

Rick smiled again. "Then why did you choose Tiffany?"

"I have a responsibility that I have no choice but to uphold."

"What if, and I'm saying what if, you're giving up a newer responsibility for an old one, which will cause you to be responsible for it in the future? Which one will you choose to take on then?"

Shane frowned.

Rick simply asked the question, but did not ask for an answer. He turned around and said, "Lottie, go to sleep."

Charlotte didn't think that she would be seen. She came out of her corner and said, "Okay." Then she turned around and went upstairs.

Rick followed closely behind, leaving Shane standing there as if he was a sculpture in the living room.

The next day.

Charlotte got up and went downstairs, but she didn't see Shane.

The butler told her that Shane had come down for breakfast at 6 o'clock, he wanted to wait and to play a round of chess with Rick, but he left in a hurry after answering a phone call.

The butler hadn't listened carefully either. He only knew that the person on the line seemed to have said that something bad had happened.

Charlotte's heart clenched, but when she thought that it had nothing to do with her now, she didn't think too much about it anymore.

However, it just so happened that the year was approaching an end, and the office was closed. The Jane Corporation no longer needed her, and there were no more contracts to be signed since most factories were going on holiday too.

She simply stayed at home to investigate NC Company.

She didn't find anything unusual when she was investigating, but in the afternoon, a large piece of news suddenly came out.

NC Company was a company that killed people.

They drove their employee to death. Wasn't NC Company at fault here?

What kind of situation had caused a programmer to commit suicide in the early morning?

Countless rumors and criticisms flew.

The stock price fell like crazy.

Reporters rushed to swarm the building of the company. They took photos of the riot around the crowd, just for a thin, lifeless headline photo.

As Charlotte watched a live video, her hands and feet turned cold, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on her forehead.

At that moment, Shane...

Would he be able to handle it?

If it were her, she would have a meltdown and might just jump off the building to prove her innocence.

Beep, beep, beep-

She came back to her senses.

"Hello, Miss Charlotte, I'm a private advisor from the Crimson Phoenix Club. My name is Cat. I am calling to verify your diamond membership subscription. We aim to provide you with the most efficient and comprehensive service. Please give me your instructions."

The Crimson Phoenix Club was an intelligence agency.

However, this agency was subsidized by the country.

Members were divided into 18 levels from bronze, silver, gold, platinum, diamond, first-class, exclusive and so on.

To find out more about how NC Company was doing, Charlotte just spent 3 million dollars to become a diamond member.

It was only a level 5 diamond membership, yet it was already worth 3 million dollars.

The reason why this club existed was that it served the top 2% of people in the world. Ordinary people couldn't come into contact with it. Even if they came into contact with it, they didn't have the ability to utilize it.

"NC Company. I want to know all the information on the person who committed suicide, and what happened."

"Yes, please wait for a moment."

Cat's efficiency was not bad.

The situation with NC Company was split into two parts.

The first part had to do with pressure. Since the return of Christopher, problems would arise whether it had to do with work or contracts. The executive types were in a panic, and the lower- level staff were miserable. Everyone was angry, and naturally, they were under pressure.

The second part was the news. It was not an exciting piece of news that a programmer had jumped off the building. River City had many cases of that every year, and many large companies were involved. However, this time, the programmer who jumped had a monthly salary of 500,000 dollars.

To be sure, even CEOs like Christopher only made about 800,000 dollars.

At first, Charlotte herself was working for Rick for free. However, from the second month, she had only received 200,00 dollars per month.

This was enough to show that, no matter what the programmer requested, the higher-ups would have fulfilled if possible.

"Why did he commit suicide?" Charlotte asked.

Such a capable person shouldn't have gone to such extremes.