"I ..." Charlotte stammered, her mind racing with excuses for fear that he would notice anything.
"I am here to see a friend." Just as she finished, she regretted it and hastily added, "A female friend, she … she lives here."
"Oh. I have a dinner party tonight, so I'll be off. Mathew, let's go upstairs and wait for the client." Luther didn't want to talk much to Charlotte. He gestured to Mathew to go upstairs with him.
"Actually we can..." Mathew had not finished his sentence, and he was already pulled away by Luther.
"Luther, goodbye!" Charlotte shouted softly at Luther's departing back.
She was relieved to see that he didn't say anything.
She didn't expect such bad luck today. First, she was threatened by Thomas, and then she met Luther right after she made out with Ricky.
She looked herself up and down carefully and decided that there was nothing weird around her.
Fortunately, she did not register her real name for the room. She was still not that stupid.
Fearing further complications, she hurriedly left the hotel.
When he stepped into the elevator, Mathew was surprised, "We don't need to pick him up deliberately, he might think we are too nervous, just wait downstairs. Besides, it's my client, why are you getting so worked up?"
"Nothing to do. Going up to look around." Luther blurted out a reason.
"By the way, that woman just now, who is it? It looks familiar, I think I've seen her somewhere before?" Mathew thought, and suddenly raised his voice, "Ah, it's the Heath family's daughter, Charlotte, right? I have seen her quite a lot on the news. No wonder she looks so familiar."
Luther’s handsome eyebrows were tightly knit, and he did not say a word.
"Hey, is she the one who is engaged to you and pregnant with your child?" Mathew nudged Luther from the side, "What about Joyce? I don't think this Miss Heath is quite your type. What's going on? What's the matter?"
When they talked about Joyce, just in time, the elevator doors opened.
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