"Are you done?" Charles White stepped forward, extended his hand, and immediately pulled Zoe Yale, who covered her face, into his embrace. Although his question was directed at her, his gaze drifted towards Sally Brown's direction.
Seeing Sally Brown's ghostly pale face with a look of utter despair, his brows furrowed slightly.
What had Little Fox just said to reduce her to such a state…
"It's done; let's go," Zoe Yale came back to her senses. Noticing that Charles White kept looking at Sally Brown and fearing her own identity would be revealed, she didn't bother with shyness and dragged him out of the Restaurant.
"That's it? You're letting Sally Brown off just like that? Aren't you afraid she might take revenge in the future?" Charles White looked at the girl in front of him with blushing cheeks as his thin lips parted slightly.
But his eyes were suffused with a gentle glow.
He had heard that sentence from earlier.
