Chapter 12 I Did It, You Decide!

After the call, Natalie Mitchell saw Michael sitting on the sofa with a worried expression, seemingly lost in his thoughts. She weakly asked, "young master, are you thinking about the young Madam?"

"Yes."

Michael sighed, "Right now, she must be crying under the covers, right?"

He knew that Charlotte appeared strong, but deep down, she was fragile. One touch and she would shatter, otherwise she wouldn't have been unable to bear divorcing him.

With such a blow, how could her fragile heart withstand it?

"Let her hate you for one night." Natalie Mitchell gently opened her lips, "The depth of her hatred for you tonight will determine her debt to you tomorrow."

"A strong-willed woman normally wouldn't want to owe a man anything. If I'm not mistaken, after tonight, the young Madam might change her attitude towards young master."

Michael nodded, but he still couldn't help but worry about Charlotte.

"It seems like young master won't be able to sleep tonight." Natalie Mitchell stood up, "How about I take you out for a drink? Once you're drunk, I'll have Jonathan come pick you up."

"Alright."

Michael was actually thinking of getting drunk to forget everything.

Then, they took Natalie Mitchell's Ferrari and headed to the bar.

...

Meanwhile, after being scolded by Sophia, Charlotte returned to her room with red and swollen eyes. She went crazy and kicked all the folded sheets on Michael's bed to the ground, stomping on them fiercely while crying and cursing.

"You heartless jerk, why do you have to treat me like this?"

"I told you a few days ago that if you didn't want to, I could give myself to you for these three days. It was you who didn't dare to accept. Now, why can't you bear to leave me and drag me down into the abyss?"

"I know you're good to me, wanting to spend a lifetime with me. But before doing this, you should have talked it over with me, allowing me to mentally prepare."

"And you didn't say anything, just directly pushed me into the abyss. What's the meaning of this? Have you ever considered my feelings?"

"I'm so infuriated, I really... I really want to kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

She grabbed a pillow and fiercely slammed it against the bed.

After venting her frustrations, she lay down on her own bed, covering her head with the blanket, and burst into loud sobs.

She was truly heartbroken, trusting him wholeheartedly only to be deceived and betrayed, which would ultimately ruin her reputation. She felt that the most painful thing in life and the biggest joke of all was this.

After what felt like a while, her crying gradually ceased, and it was at this moment that her phone rang.

It was from her closest best friend.

She tried to calm her terrible mood and answered the call, "Scarlett, what's up?"

"Today is my birthday, as I told my beloved concubine a few days ago. I invited you to the banquet, so why haven't you arrived yet?" came a strange voice from the other end of the line.

Charlotte smiled through her tears, "I've been overwhelmed with troubles at work recently. I completely forgot, I'm so sorry, Scarlett."

"I understand," Scarlett expressed her understanding, "How are you dealing with everything now?"

Charlotte forced a bitter smile, "The CEO has been removed, my grandfather has kicked my family out of the Carter family, and I have to make a public declaration tomorrow. And there's a possibility that I might be arrested by the police tomorrow."

After saying that, she choked up again.

Besides her best friend, she had no one else to confide in.

"Why?" Scarlett was extremely surprised, "Tell me quickly, let me see if I can help you."

Charlotte confided in Scarlett about everything that had happened.

After hearing it all, Scarlett was furious, "This scum deserves to die. You shouldn't have stopped your mother. If it were me, I would have definitely made him suffer for what he did to my mother.

He's so despicable, how could he ruin you like this?"

"I'm so angry! I'm really angry!"

Charlotte didn't say anything, continuously wiping away her tears.

"Are you at home, Charlotte?"

Charlotte nodded and responded with an "Mm."

"Please don't lose hope. Don't do anything foolish, okay? I'll come pick you up right away. You're not allowed to leave my side tonight."

Beep beep...

Half an hour later, Charlotte was picked up by a red BMW z4.

"Charlotte, you can actually seek help from Daniel. With the Wang family's influence, one phone call can retrieve your loan documents. Then you won't have to worry about being charged with fraud."

Scarlett said as she drove.

"I won't ask him for help." Charlotte turned her head away. Although she didn't have any evidence, she knew that Daniel was most likely the one causing the Wright Group's crisis.

Finding him would just play into his hands.

Scarlett smiled and continued to persuade, "I know you prefer faithful men and don't like playboys like Daniel, but you need to understand that in today's society, successful men are often unfaithful. Only mediocre men are truly faithful."

"Take Michael, for example. He's faithful, but is he of any use? Absolutely not."

"It's useless. I can't help you, and I've only caused you trouble."

"If I were you, I would definitely choose Daniel. I wouldn't choose that waste."

"But I'd rather be with that waste than with the despicable Daniel. It's just that the waste has disappointed me too much!" Charlotte exclaimed angrily.

"Ah! “Your emotional intelligence worries me greatly," Scarlett sighed and shook her head.

...

An hour later, the birthday banquet ended, and several cars left Scarlett's house and arrived at an upscale bar.

About ten young men and women walked in together.

A private room had been reserved in advance, so they sat down there as soon as they entered.

"Waiter, bring twenty-four bottles of Hennessy XO," a young man called out.

His name was Tyler, a second-generation wealthy individual and Scarlett's boyfriend.

"Twenty-four bottles? Tyler, impressive!" one of the young women couldn't help but exclaim.

Tyler laughed heartily, "Scarlett is turning twenty-four, so she must drink twenty-four bottles.

Everyone here is either Scarlett's best friend or my friend, and we all have to drink tonight."

"Definitely, even if we have to crawl back tonight, we still have to give Tyler face!" a slightly chubby young man chimed in.

"Haha!"

Tyler was very happy. He had pursued Scarlett for almost half a year but hadn't slept with her yet. With her birthday tonight, if he could get her drunk, there would be an opportunity.

Moreover...

His gaze lingered on Charlotte for a few seconds.

He could take advantage of the alcohol and have Scarlett's goddess-level best friend as well!

Just thinking about it made him feel ecstatic.

Soon, twenty-four bottles of Hennessy XO were served.

"Tyler, Hennessy XO is 2,888 yuan per bottle, so twenty-four bottles amount to a total of 69,312 yuan. Our manager said we don't need loose change, so 69,000 yuan will do," the waiter said.

Tyler threw a credit card on the table, saying, "Swipe!"

"Tyler, you're so handsome with this momentum!" one young woman exclaimed with infatuation all over her face.

Scarlett was very satisfied with Tyler's performance and smiled as she said to Charlotte, "Charlotte, this is the difference between a rich man and a poor man. Remember last year on your birthday when we went to karaoke? You paid, not that waste Michael. Hmph, he didn't even dare to make a sound."

"Scarlett, can you not mention him?" Charlotte pouted.

Of course, she hoped that her husband would be loyal and wealthy. Even if he didn't have money, she could accept it, especially considering his filial piety. Perhaps one day she would open her heart and accept him. But what he did today was truly disappointing, so she didn't even want to hear the name Michael.

"Alright, I won't mention him. Is that okay?" Scarlett grinned.

"Come, let's raise our glasses together and wish Scarlett a prosperous year after year and a fortunate moment every day!" Tyler called out.

Quickly, everyone poured full glasses of wine and toasted Scarlett as they stood up, then raised their glasses and drank.

Charlotte didn't have a high alcohol tolerance, but tonight her heartache was unbearable, making her want to get drunk and forget all her troubles.

And this drinking scene was just seen by Michael, who was sitting in a secluded booth on the second floor.

"Why did Charlotte come to the bar?" Michael frowned, unable to sit still. He turned to Natalie Mitchell, who was sitting face to face with him, and said, "Sorry, my wife can't handle alcohol well. I need to keep an eye on her."

Finishing his words, he hurried downstairs.

At this moment, everyone had finished toasting Scarlett and started casually toasting each other.

Meanwhile, a slightly chubby young man picked up his glass and approached Charlotte, saying,

"Miss Harris, would you honor me with a drink?"

Charlotte didn't want to refuse and lose face, so she nodded and raised her glass, clinking it with the slightly chubby young man's and took a sip.

After emptying his glass, the slightly chubby young man looked displeased when he noticed Charlotte only took a small sip. "Miss Harris, by taking just a small sip, does this mean you don't respect me, Aaron?"

"Not at all, Aaron," Charlotte explained. "I can't handle alcohol well, but I want to accompany Scarlett until the end. If I drink full glasses, I'll get drunk after just a few."

"It's okay to get drunk, with so many of us here, we won't abandon you, right?" Aaron said, grinning. He would be delighted if she got drunk; he wouldn't mind taking such a high-quality girl to a hotel.

"I didn't mean that," Charlotte shook her head.

"Not mean that? Then let me toast you another glass, but this time you can't take just a small sip," Aaron said, pouring himself another glass.

"Here," he motioned for Charlotte to clink their glasses.

Charlotte instantly felt repulsed by Aaron, but she didn't want to ruin everyone's mood, so she gritted her teeth and picked up her glass.

However, at that moment, a hand reached over and took the glass from her hand.

Immediately, a voice sounded next to her ear.

"I'll take care of it, feel free now."

It was Michael. With a tilt of his head, he drank the entire glass in one go.

Suddenly, all eyes were on him.