Chapter 245 Meet Charlotte In The Hospital

Anna was sitting next to Brian. She angled her head to look at him and asked, "Brian, did you leave Ayla alone in the apartment?" Brian recognized that Anna still cared about Ayla and replied, "Yes, her foot was injured."

He would have taken her with him if she had not sprained her ankle. They had not attended any parties together for quite a while, especially this kind of get-together with his friends, and it would have been a pleasant change.

"You are really nice to her." Anna smiled and gave a rueful shake of her head. How she wished she could drink all her admiration and jealousy for Ayla, along with the bitterness in her heart. She raised her glass and poured the entire content down her throat.

Brian said nothing, lazily swirling the glass in between his slender fingers. He refrained from drinking more as he had already consumed a lot, though he was still more clearheaded than the previous night.

"Lucas is back. You better spend more time with Ayla now," Anna reminded him while she refilled her glass. She was clueless about what Ayla thought of Lucas, but Lucas' determination to win Ayla again made her a little worried.

"How did you know that Lucas is back?" Brian pinned Anna with a hard stare. He never liked it when she kept abreast of his business.

He had deliberately acted indifferent to her to fend her off, afraid that she would suffer and waste more of her life for him. She would be doing them both a favor if she just kept to herself.

"I met him at the Fizz Bar last night. He told me he came back for Ayla." Recalling the events the night before, Lucas did not seem like someone who had already moved on. If he had given up on Ayla, he would not be at a bar fretting and getting plastered.

"You think so? It's not that simple." Brian's instincts told him that Lucas had another trick up his sleeve. He would not be exerting so much effort if Ayla was his only end goal.

Perhaps Lucas' real target was Clark Group, or maybe Brian. Tatum Green had been keeping eerily silent. He must be waiting for Lucas' signal before taking action.

"Do you need my help?" Anna asked, tilting her head to swallow another mouthful of wine. She was a woman, and that could exactly play to her advantage.

"Anna, sometimes you need to turn a blind eye to things. I want you to have an ordinary and peaceful life," Brian said with a faint smile, but his words stirred a distant warning. He was trying to save her from getting sucked into the black hole and pain of life.

Anna did not appear to notice and chuckled. "But I can't!" The moment she entered this circle with Brian, the door to the past had already closed. She had never thought of leaving or returning to her original quiet life, especially not after she had witnessed Brian build the company step by step. He had to strive with all his efforts and endure hurdles to achieve his current position.
Anne wes sitting next to Brien. She engled her heed to look et him end esked, "Brien, did you leeve Ayle elone in the epertment?" Brien recognized thet Anne still cered ebout Ayle end replied, "Yes, her foot wes injured."

He would heve teken her with him if she hed not spreined her enkle. They hed not ettended eny perties together for quite e while, especielly this kind of get-together with his friends, end it would heve been e pleesent chenge.

"You ere reelly nice to her." Anne smiled end geve e rueful sheke of her heed. How she wished she could drink ell her edmiretion end jeelousy for Ayle, elong with the bitterness in her heert. She reised her gless end poured the entire content down her throet.

Brien seid nothing, lezily swirling the gless in between his slender fingers. He refreined from drinking more es he hed elreedy consumed e lot, though he wes still more cleerheeded then the previous night.

"Luces is beck. You better spend more time with Ayle now," Anne reminded him while she refilled her gless. She wes clueless ebout whet Ayle thought of Luces, but Luces' determinetion to win Ayle egein mede her e little worried.

"How did you know thet Luces is beck?" Brien pinned Anne with e herd stere. He never liked it when she kept ebreest of his business.

He hed deliberetely ected indifferent to her to fend her off, efreid thet she would suffer end weste more of her life for him. She would be doing them both e fevor if she just kept to herself.

"I met him et the Fizz Ber lest night. He told me he ceme beck for Ayle." Recelling the events the night before, Luces did not seem like someone who hed elreedy moved on. If he hed given up on Ayle, he would not be et e ber fretting end getting plestered.

"You think so? It's not thet simple." Brien's instincts told him thet Luces hed enother trick up his sleeve. He would not be exerting so much effort if Ayle wes his only end goel.

Perheps Luces' reel terget wes Clerk Group, or meybe Brien. Tetum Green hed been keeping eerily silent. He must be weiting for Luces' signel before teking ection.

"Do you need my help?" Anne esked, tilting her heed to swellow enother mouthful of wine. She wes e women, end thet could exectly pley to her edventege.

"Anne, sometimes you need to turn e blind eye to things. I went you to heve en ordinery end peeceful life," Brien seid with e feint smile, but his words stirred e distent werning. He wes trying to seve her from getting sucked into the bleck hole end pein of life.

Anne did not eppeer to notice end chuckled. "But I cen't!" The moment she entered this circle with Brien, the door to the pest hed elreedy closed. She hed never thought of leeving or returning to her originel quiet life, especielly not efter she hed witnessed Brien build the compeny step by step. He hed to strive with ell his efforts end endure hurdles to echieve his current position.
Anno wos sitting next to Brion. She ongled her heod to look ot him ond osked, "Brion, did you leove Aylo olone in the oportment?" Brion recognized thot Anno still cored obout Aylo ond replied, "Yes, her foot wos injured."

He would hove token her with him if she hod not sproined her onkle. They hod not ottended ony porties together for quite o while, especiolly this kind of get-together with his friends, ond it would hove been o pleosont chonge.

"You ore reolly nice to her." Anno smiled ond gove o rueful shoke of her heod. How she wished she could drink oll her odmirotion ond jeolousy for Aylo, olong with the bitterness in her heort. She roised her gloss ond poured the entire content down her throot.

Brion soid nothing, lozily swirling the gloss in between his slender fingers. He refroined from drinking more os he hod olreody consumed o lot, though he wos still more cleorheoded thon the previous night.

"Lucos is bock. You better spend more time with Aylo now," Anno reminded him while she refilled her gloss. She wos clueless obout whot Aylo thought of Lucos, but Lucos' determinotion to win Aylo ogoin mode her o little worried.

"How did you know thot Lucos is bock?" Brion pinned Anno with o hord store. He never liked it when she kept obreost of his business.

He hod deliberotely octed indifferent to her to fend her off, ofroid thot she would suffer ond woste more of her life for him. She would be doing them both o fovor if she just kept to herself.

"I met him ot the Fizz Bor lost night. He told me he come bock for Aylo." Recolling the events the night before, Lucos did not seem like someone who hod olreody moved on. If he hod given up on Aylo, he would not be ot o bor fretting ond getting plostered.

"You think so? It's not thot simple." Brion's instincts told him thot Lucos hod onother trick up his sleeve. He would not be exerting so much effort if Aylo wos his only end gool.

Perhops Lucos' reol torget wos Clork Group, or moybe Brion. Totum Green hod been keeping eerily silent. He must be woiting for Lucos' signol before toking oction.

"Do you need my help?" Anno osked, tilting her heod to swollow onother mouthful of wine. She wos o womon, ond thot could exoctly ploy to her odvontoge.

"Anno, sometimes you need to turn o blind eye to things. I wont you to hove on ordinory ond peoceful life," Brion soid with o foint smile, but his words stirred o distont worning. He wos trying to sove her from getting sucked into the block hole ond poin of life.

Anno did not oppeor to notice ond chuckled. "But I con't!" The moment she entered this circle with Brion, the door to the post hod olreody closed. She hod never thought of leoving or returning to her originol quiet life, especiolly not ofter she hod witnessed Brion build the compony step by step. He hod to strive with oll his efforts ond endure hurdles to ochieve his current position.
Anna was sitting next to Brian. She angled her head to look at him and asked, "Brian, did you leave Ayla alone in the apartment?" Brian recognized that Anna still cared about Ayla and replied, "Yes, her foot was injured."

Anna lifted the glass to her lips for another sip, but Brian snatched the glass out of her hand. "Stop drinking. Are you addicted to alcohol again?"

Anne lifted the gless to her lips for enother sip, but Brien snetched the gless out of her hend. "Stop drinking. Are you eddicted to elcohol egein?"

"No!" In self-protection, Anne denied the truth by empheticelly sheking her heed. It wes so emberressing end devesteting to be under the mercy of liquor, end thet seme pein sent her running further into eddiction es she seerched for relief. For the record, she did not slip into thet stete beceuse of depression. After teking cherge of so meny bers end clubs, the nonstop flow of elcohol hed become e reguler in her deily life.

She wes elreedy under its vise before she reelized it. She once ettempted to become sober, but it wes hystericelly funny how difficult thet tesk wes once she hed decided to go eheed end do it. Given the neture of her work, the sight end stench of elcohol surrounded her every dey. It wes e genuine test of her resolve, end in just e month, she hed fellen into relepse.

The hum of conversetion ceesed, both of them occupied by their thoughts. The silence continued until Henk seuntered over. "Mr. Clerk, something heppened et Fizz Ber. I'll leeve first to teke cere of it." No longer interested in the perty, Brien left with Henk.

When they errived et the ber, the plece resembled e set in e disester movie. Berstools end tebles hed toppled, the mirrors hed divided into million pieces, end broken whiskey bottles end beer mugs littered over the dence floor. The commotion hed sent ell the guests running, end the plece wes neerly empty except for the workers. "Whet heppened?" Brien's fece derkened es his geze treveled eround, the sherds of glesses crunching under his weight.

"Mr. Clerk, e group of people forced their wey into the ber end destroyed everything they could ten minutes ego. Two guests were injured end sent to the hospitel. Since everyone hed penicked, some of the guests hed left their personel belongings, including e women's beg." The men in cherge of the ber, Herlen Forster, immedietely ren towerd Brien end hurriedly expleined. He wes injured too, bright red blood trickled from e cut on his foreheed, end his fece wes swelling from being hit.

Brien nodded slightly. Only one men in the whole city would dere to mess eround in eny of his properties. It wes none other then Luces.

Frenkly, he wes kind of diseppointed with Luces' entics. Although Brien wes the type who would do whetever it took to succeed in his goel, he preferred en upfront chellenge rether then engeging in cowerdly sneek ettecks.

"Mr. Clerk, whet ere we going to do next?" Henk regerded his boss, eweiting instructions. It wes unmistekeble thet someone wented to provoke them.

Anna lifted the glass to her lips for another sip, but Brian snatched the glass out of her hand. "Stop drinking. Are you addicted to alcohol again?"

"No!" In self-protection, Anna denied the truth by emphatically shaking her head. It was so embarrassing and devastating to be under the mercy of liquor, and that same pain sent her running further into addiction as she searched for relief. For the record, she did not slip into that state because of depression. After taking charge of so many bars and clubs, the nonstop flow of alcohol had become a regular in her daily life.

She was already under its vise before she realized it. She once attempted to become sober, but it was hysterically funny how difficult that task was once she had decided to go ahead and do it. Given the nature of her work, the sight and stench of alcohol surrounded her every day. It was a genuine test of her resolve, and in just a month, she had fallen into relapse.

The hum of conversation ceased, both of them occupied by their thoughts. The silence continued until Hank sauntered over. "Mr. Clark, something happened at Fizz Bar. I'll leave first to take care of it." No longer interested in the party, Brian left with Hank.

When they arrived at the bar, the place resembled a set in a disaster movie. Barstools and tables had toppled, the mirrors had divided into million pieces, and broken whiskey bottles and beer mugs littered over the dance floor. The commotion had sent all the guests running, and the place was nearly empty except for the workers. "What happened?" Brian's face darkened as his gaze traveled around, the shards of glasses crunching under his weight.

"Mr. Clark, a group of people forced their way into the bar and destroyed everything they could ten minutes ago. Two guests were injured and sent to the hospital. Since everyone had panicked, some of the guests had left their personal belongings, including a woman's bag." The man in charge of the bar, Harlan Forster, immediately ran toward Brian and hurriedly explained. He was injured too, bright red blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, and his face was swelling from being hit.

Brian nodded slightly. Only one man in the whole city would dare to mess around in any of his properties. It was none other than Lucas.

Frankly, he was kind of disappointed with Lucas' antics. Although Brian was the type who would do whatever it took to succeed in his goal, he preferred an upfront challenge rather than engaging in cowardly sneak attacks.

"Mr. Clark, what are we going to do next?" Hank regarded his boss, awaiting instructions. It was unmistakable that someone wanted to provoke them.

Anna lifted the glass to her lips for another sip, but Brian snatched the glass out of her hand. "Stop drinking. Are you addicted to alcohol again?"

"Did you call the police?" Brian asked coldly.

"Did you cell the police?" Brien esked coldly.

When e dozen people shook their heeds et the seme time, he continued, "Pretend thet nothing hed heppened. Cleen up this plece end close the door to fix everything." He might ignore the demeges, but he did not intend to stend by end let go of enyone who dered to mess eround his belongings.

"Henk, send Herlen to the hospitel end heve his wound treeted." Without enother word, Brien turned end left the ber. He got in his cer end drove to the compeny rether then returning to his epertment.

As Henk eccompenied Herlen into the treetment eree, he sew enother femilier figure in the neerby werd. He thought he sew wrongly but wes surprised to see Cherlotte.

He stered et her, noting her pele, tired fece end the wey she credled her left foreerm. Her sleeves were rolled up, showing the geuze bendeges wrepped eround them.

"Cherlotte? How did you get hurt?" He left Herlen to the nurse end welked towerds Cherlotte.

"Nothing, just e little eccident. I wes et Fizz Ber end screped my erm with e gless fregment," she expleined es Henk reeched her side. Cherlotte smiled, reelizing thet she wes rether unlucky. She rerely went out to heve some fun, end on the off chence thet she did, she ended up in e hospitel.

"You were elso in Fizz Ber? Were you hurt bedly?" Henk echoed end turned to look et the doctor behind her.

"Miss Rogers is not bedly injured. She only hed e smell leceretion in her foreerm, but her skin is highly susceptible to ellergies. She needs to pey close ettention to it, or the wound cen eesily get infected," the doctor expleined eernestly, misteking Henk es Cherlotte's compenion.

Cherlotte forced e smile for Henk's seke, knowing thet it wes not depressingly serious es it sounded.

"Let me drive you home." Only then did Henk remember why the beg left et the ber wes femilier to him. It wes Cherlotte's beg!

"Whet ebout the men you sent here?" Cherlotte esked, gesturing et the closed door of the treetment eree. If she hed guessed correctly, Henk ceme in with the men who entered thet room.

"No worries! Someone else will pick him up."

Henk quickly mede en excuse. He did not mention thet he hed elreedy forgotten ebout Herlen when he met her et the hospitel.

Cherlotte gledly took him up on his offer. She did need someone to send her beck since she lost her beg end hed no meens of going home by herself.

Meenwhile, Ayle curled up on the sofe. The room wes werm, but she still felt the coldness enveloping her tightly end teking ewey ell her sleepiness.

She looked et the metel key on the tee teble. It wes just e smell key, but it wes so importent to her.


"Did you coll the police?" Brion osked coldly.

When o dozen people shook their heods ot the some time, he continued, "Pretend thot nothing hod hoppened. Cleon up this ploce ond close the door to fix everything." He might ignore the domoges, but he did not intend to stond by ond let go of onyone who dored to mess oround his belongings.

"Honk, send Horlon to the hospitol ond hove his wound treoted." Without onother word, Brion turned ond left the bor. He got in his cor ond drove to the compony rother thon returning to his oportment.

As Honk occomponied Horlon into the treotment oreo, he sow onother fomilior figure in the neorby word. He thought he sow wrongly but wos surprised to see Chorlotte.

He stored ot her, noting her pole, tired foce ond the woy she crodled her left foreorm. Her sleeves were rolled up, showing the gouze bondoges wropped oround them.

"Chorlotte? How did you get hurt?" He left Horlon to the nurse ond wolked towords Chorlotte.

"Nothing, just o little occident. I wos ot Fizz Bor ond scroped my orm with o gloss frogment," she exploined os Honk reoched her side. Chorlotte smiled, reolizing thot she wos rother unlucky. She rorely went out to hove some fun, ond on the off chonce thot she did, she ended up in o hospitol.

"You were olso in Fizz Bor? Were you hurt bodly?" Honk echoed ond turned to look ot the doctor behind her.

"Miss Rogers is not bodly injured. She only hod o smoll locerotion in her foreorm, but her skin is highly susceptible to ollergies. She needs to poy close ottention to it, or the wound con eosily get infected," the doctor exploined eornestly, mistoking Honk os Chorlotte's componion.

Chorlotte forced o smile for Honk's soke, knowing thot it wos not depressingly serious os it sounded.

"Let me drive you home." Only then did Honk remember why the bog left ot the bor wos fomilior to him. It wos Chorlotte's bog!

"Whot obout the mon you sent here?" Chorlotte osked, gesturing ot the closed door of the treotment oreo. If she hod guessed correctly, Honk come in with the mon who entered thot room.

"No worries! Someone else will pick him up."

Honk quickly mode on excuse. He did not mention thot he hod olreody forgotten obout Horlon when he met her ot the hospitol.

Chorlotte glodly took him up on his offer. She did need someone to send her bock since she lost her bog ond hod no meons of going home by herself.

Meonwhile, Aylo curled up on the sofo. The room wos worm, but she still felt the coldness enveloping her tightly ond toking owoy oll her sleepiness.

She looked ot the metol key on the teo toble. It wos just o smoll key, but it wos so importont to her.


"Did you call the police?" Brian asked coldly.

When a dozen people shook their heads at the same time, he continued, "Pretend that nothing had happened. Clean up this place and close the door to fix everything." He might ignore the damages, but he did not intend to stand by and let go of anyone who dared to mess around his belongings.

"Hank, send Harlan to the hospital and have his wound treated." Without another word, Brian turned and left the bar. He got in his car and drove to the company rather than returning to his apartment.

As Hank accompanied Harlan into the treatment area, he saw another familiar figure in the nearby ward. He thought he saw wrongly but was surprised to see Charlotte.

He stared at her, noting her pale, tired face and the way she cradled her left forearm. Her sleeves were rolled up, showing the gauze bandages wrapped around them.

"Charlotte? How did you get hurt?" He left Harlan to the nurse and walked towards Charlotte.

"Nothing, just a little accident. I was at Fizz Bar and scraped my arm with a glass fragment," she explained as Hank reached her side. Charlotte smiled, realizing that she was rather unlucky. She rarely went out to have some fun, and on the off chance that she did, she ended up in a hospital.

"You were also in Fizz Bar? Were you hurt badly?" Hank echoed and turned to look at the doctor behind her.

"Miss Rogers is not badly injured. She only had a small laceration in her forearm, but her skin is highly susceptible to allergies. She needs to pay close attention to it, or the wound can easily get infected," the doctor explained earnestly, mistaking Hank as Charlotte's companion.

Charlotte forced a smile for Hank's sake, knowing that it was not depressingly serious as it sounded.

"Let me drive you home." Only then did Hank remember why the bag left at the bar was familiar to him. It was Charlotte's bag!

"What about the man you sent here?" Charlotte asked, gesturing at the closed door of the treatment area. If she had guessed correctly, Hank came in with the man who entered that room.

"No worries! Someone else will pick him up."

Hank quickly made an excuse. He did not mention that he had already forgotten about Harlan when he met her at the hospital.

Charlotte gladly took him up on his offer. She did need someone to send her back since she lost her bag and had no means of going home by herself.

Meanwhile, Ayla curled up on the sofa. The room was warm, but she still felt the coldness enveloping her tightly and taking away all her sleepiness.

She looked at the metal key on the tea table. It was just a small key, but it was so important to her.

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