Chapter 189


    Chapter 189 Charlie Yates


    Was Idris… giving me an exnation?


    Realizing this, I calmed my somewhat chaotic breathing, casually acknowledged him with an ‘oh!‘, and


    then broke free from his grasp, quickly leaving without heeding his calls from behind.


    He did not care about Moore’s life or death? Did not care what I would do to Moore?


    Leaving the hospital, my doubts only deepened. For five years, did he really have no feelings for Moore


    beyond a sense of obligation?


    Honestly, this version of Idris felt somewhat foreign to me. His ability to turn his back so decisively


    was very… surprising.


    Unable to untangle his and Moore’s messy rtionship, I shook my head, deciding not to dwell on it.


    As long as he did not interfere, Moore would have to spend five or six years in prison, which would be a


    form of revenge for the torment I had endured over the years.


    Feeling good about having resolved this matter, I drove back to Azure Bay, nning to change clothes


    for dinner with Inch and his friendter that evening.


    The night in Lake City was brightly lit and bustling. I drove through the noisy streets to a quiet


    restaurant, following the address Inch had given me. It appeared tranquil due to its high–end luxury


    limiting the number of guests there.


    As soon as I parked, a valet from the restaurant approached to take my car keys and park my car. A


    waitress in a tight dress gracefully came out to greet me and led me to the private room.


    The restaurant exuded an aura of ssic elegance and subtle luxury. Standing outside the private


    room,


    the waitress in a uniform elegantly knocked thrice on the door, and a deep voice from inside said,


    “Come in.”


    After making a gesture for me to enter, she gently opened the door and then left.


    Entering, I found the ce’syout quite unique. I had dined in upscale restaurants before, but I had


    not expected this one to be so distinctive.


    Indeed, it was special.


    Instead of seeing tables and dining areas upon entry, the first thing that caught my eye was a finely


    crafted hollowed–out screen with gold thread engravings. It was clearly very valuable.


    Behind the screen, the rest of the room was obscured. I paused briefly, then called out, “Inch?” He was


    younger than me, so this seemed the most appropriate way to address him.


    Nob*dy behind the screen responded to me initially, and for a few seconds, I wondered if I hade to


    the wrong ce. I hesitated on whether I should have called out for Inch at first.


    After a moment, a deep and slightly hoarse male voice came from behind the screen, “Ms. Scott,


    Chapter 189 Charlie Yates


    hello.”


    That voice… was not Inch’s.


    I replied, “Yes, it’s me. Are you Inch’s friend?”


    “Yes!” The man’s voice remained somewhat hoarse as he said, “I can’te out to greet you, but


    please,e in and have a seat.


    Hearing this, I was puzzled, but still, I walked past the screen. On the other side was a delicately styled


    dining table, notrge, just enough for two people. A man was already seated on the opposite side, the


    one who had just spoken. The empty seat, which was evidently prepared for me, was facing the


    screen.


    Inch was nowhere in sight, and I could not even see the face of the man speaking to me because a


    semi -transparent screen on the tabletop blocked my view. All I could make out was the blurred figure


    of the person opposite.


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    “Ms. Scott, please take a seat,” the man on the other side said, his voice still hoarse.


    The atmosphere felt inexplicably strange, but since I was already there, it did not make sense to just


    turn around and leave. I sat down, looking at the man on the other side of the screen, and asked, “


    Hasn’t Inch arrived yet?”


    The man replied, “He’s upied and won’t being.”


    His speech was slow. His hoarse voice did not seem fake, but as if he was injured.


    Not wanting to pry further, I found myself momentarily at a loss for words.


    “My name is Charlie,st name Yates,” the man across the screen spoke. “Ms. Scott, I’m sorry to meet


    you in this manner, but I hope you can understand.”


    I quickly shook my head, realizing he might not be able to see my expression, and quickly said, “No, it’s


    alright. Everyone has their own way of handling things. Besides, I mainly came today to thank you in


    person, Mr. Yates. If you hadn’t stepped inst time and thoughtfully took me to your house, I would


    probably still be struggling to clear my name.”


    Chapter 190 Encountering Someone Unreasonable