The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan)

Chapter 230: Making Up for That Meal

Charlotte remained silent, her lips pursed with indifference.

Fatima, upon seeing this, immediately began to yell in frustration, "What's the matter, not talking?"

She had long been driven crazy with anger.

Since being forced into the estate, she had to spend most of her time working under the scorching sun, doing dirty and tiring tasks. She had never done such things before.

Now, not only could she not see Max, but she also had to live such a difficult life...

Fatima naturally felt extremely aggrieved.

Just now, when she saw Charlotte return from the entrance, she hardly hesitated and picked up the nearby flowerpot to throw at her.

She wanted to vent her frustration.

If Charlotte got injured, it would be a relief.

She was not doing well, and Charlotte shouldn't expect to be either!

Charlotte fixed her sharp gaze on Fatima, her expression calm, "It seems you still have too much free

time on your hands."

"Trim the weeds in the estate thoroughly, and I will have the housekeeper inspect it," she squinted her eyes and gave an order to Fatima, her voice cold and unwavering, leaving no room for refusal. Upon hearing this, Fatima was taken aback and widened her eyes in surprise, "What right do you

have to order me?"

She clenched her fists, her anger uncontrollable.

Charlotte, she was really arrogant.

To command her like this, openly and boldly!

Does she even know how many weeds are in the estate?

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is she trying to work her to death?!

Because I am the mistress of this place," Charlotte said coldly, giving her a meaningful glance. "Now, get to work

After saying this, she walked into the villa without looking back.

Fatima's face darkened, and she quickly followed, trying to catch up with Charlotte's footsteps.

However, as she approached the villa's entrance, several well-dressed men in black suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

"Damn it! Don't stop me!" Fatima seethed with anger, gritting her teeth.

She couldn't even enter the villa now; every time she got near the gate, she was blocked!

Why were they treating her like this!

Fatima's anger boiled over, and suddenly, she charged forward without any regard, "Don't stop me! I

want to see Mr. Foster!"

The black-clad men in front, however, remained unmoved. Their expressions were cold as they reached out and pushed Fatima forcefully to the ground.

Fatima was caught off guard and tumbled to the ground.

Pain coursed through her body, spreading all over. She bit her lip and suddenly had the urge to cry.

The black-clad men stared at her with cold faces, showing no mercy as they said, "Mr. Foster has made it clear: you are not allowed to approach the villa. Please leave voluntarily." Fatima struggled to regain her composure. She took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and then

turned away in a daze.

Charlotte...

Fatima silently repeated that name in her heart, and her hatred reached its peak. Bitterness, pain, and resentment welled up in her heart at this moment.

She had fallen to this point, all because of Charlotte...

If it weren't for her...

Fatima clenched her fists, and even her shoulders trembled.

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Charlotte, I won't let you get away with this!"

With this thought in mind, she walked back into the estate. She felt it was necessary to make Charlotte taste the bitterness of suffering, and she was determined to make Charlotte pay the price. What would happen if a girl lost her innocence?

How would Max look at her then? He would definitely despise her, wouldn't he?

Fatima had some twisted thoughts, and a vague plan had already taken shape in her mind.

In the next moment, she couldn't wait any longer and took out her phone, dialing a number. "Hello, I want to ask for your help..."noveldrama

Fatima lowered her eyes, speaking in a calm tone, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't put you in a difficult position. It's really just a small favor. You only need to..."

Meanwhile, after Charlotte entered the villa, she was about to head to Max's bedroom.

As Charlotte reached the door, Lance happened to come out from inside. He casually closed the door and turned to meet Charlotte's concerned gaze.

"Madam," Lance's lips curled into a polite smile.

Charlotte instinctively glanced at the door and asked, "How is he? Is he okay..."

Lance nodded and replied, "Mr. Foster has just fallen asleep."

So, he had already gone to sleep. It seemed she had arrived at an inopportune moment.

"In that case, I won't disturb him," Charlotte lowered her gaze and prepared to turn and leave.

"Wait, Madam," Lance called out to her at that moment.

Charlotte's steps halted, and she looked at the man in front of her. Lance moved his lips slightly and said in a soft tone, "Madam, just a while ago, Mr. Foster mentioned to me that you owe him that meal..."

The implication in Lance's words couldn't have been clearer. Max was still thinking about the meal Charlotte had promised to treat him to.

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Upon hearing this, Charlotte immediately understood. She smiled as if finding it somewhat unbelievable, "Mr. Foster is still fixated on that meal?"

Max had probably eaten all sorts of gourmet dishes, so why was he insistent on her making up for that one meal?

She thought that explaining things clearly would resolve this matter.

Lance, however, cleared his throat in an awkward manner and said, "Mr. Foster, sometimes, can be

quite particular."

Charlotte didn't dwell on it and readily nodded, "I'll make that meal for him right now. Since he's not

going out due to his condition, and we have ingredients at home, I'll personally cook a meal to invite him. Is that okay?"

Lance, satisfied with her response, replied, "Of course, Mr. Foster will be pleased for sure."

After saying these words, Lance couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just before Mr. Foster fell asleep in the bedroom, he had mentioned this matter. Mr. Foster truly hoped that Charlotte would fulfill that promise and treat him to a meal. However, he felt awkward asking directly, so he took it upon himself to convey the message. Now that Charlotte had agreed, he considered his mission a

success.

Charlotte hurriedly entered the kitchen. She had rarely been in this area, and it was both spacious and unfamiliar. The kitchen was lavishly decorated, and i was well-stocked with ingredients.

Charlotte lowered her head, contemplating what dishes she should prepare for Max.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. Charlotte's eyes lit up, and an idea formed in her mind. She immediately began to get busy, taking the ingredients out of the refrigerator, washing and preparing them, and finally, she picked up a knife to start chopping.

It had been a long time since she had personally cooked. Now, for Max, she had entered the kitchen after a long absence. She hoped that the man would like the dishes she prepared. With this in mind, a faint smile crept onto her lips.

Her hands moved continuously, and soon, the kitchen was filled with a delightful aroma. As she was busy working, she unconsciously took a step back to fetch something, but then...

Her calf seemed to have hit something.

Charlotte quickly turned around, only to unexpectedly lock eyes with Max.

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The man's gaze was deep and his eyes were piercing. He stared at her, unmoving, with an enigmatic emotion seemingly lurking in the depths of his eyes, enough to captivate anyone.