Chapter 727


    Chapter 727 Who Is That Guy?


    As Charlotte passed through the lobby, there were chefs by the garden ready


    and waiting. When they saw Charlotte sitting down, one of them approached her


    and asked what she’d like to eat.


    Charlotte pondered for a moment and chose steak.


    While she was waiting for her steak, a handsome man sat down across from


    her.


    Charlotte looked at the man with a puzzled expression, and the man shed a


    charming smile at her. “Miss Clinton, hello. May I sit here?”


    Charlotte was speechless. He had already sat down, so what was the point of


    asking this?


    She looked at him with a half-smile and asked, “Do you need something?”


    The man hesitated for a moment, then shed Charlotte a charming smile. “My


    name is Caleb Nelson, and I’m a junior at Willow University. I heard from a


    friend that they were looking for part-time help here today, and I didn’t expect to


    run into you.”


    Being male models, they had seen their fair share of wealthy women, but it was


    almost impossible toe across so many young, beautiful, and affluentdies


    all at once.


    Not to mention marrying them, even having a fling with them would be a huge


    win.


    Who knows, perhaps even bing their lover or something simr…


    Caleb became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his smile


    deepened gradually. He winked at Charlotte.


    Charlotte felt speechless.


    “I know you’re getting married tomorrow… Isn’t it better to indulge a little on this Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    asion? I promise no one else will ever know about this.” Caleb’s gaze


    became sticky, almost as if it could draw silk, and he was just a few words away


    from offering to spend a night together.


    Charlotte’s expression darkened, “I’m sorry, I have no interest.”


    Caleb didn’t expect her to refuse so bluntly, and his smile immediately froze on


    his face.


    He simply stood up and disyed his impressive figure, “Miss Clinton…”


    “Get lost.”


    Before he could finish his words, a low, masculine voice interrupted him.


    Caleb shivered all over and turned around in astonishment.


    Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. How could Joe be here?


    Without waiting for her to speak, Caleb mistook Joe for a male model trying to


    steal his business and scolded him, “Who do you think you are? Miss Clinton


    was booked by me. Go find someone else.”


    Jack, who hade with Joe, was dumbfounded.


    Was this something he would witness in his lifetime? Could he, earning a sixfigure sry annually, hear


    such words?


    How dare someone ask what Mr. Smith was?


    Joe didn’t get angry; instead, he smiled. He raised an eyebrow at Charlotte and


    ced his hand on her shoulder, his gaze audacious and tinged with a sense of


    invasion. “But whom do you want to choose, Miss Clinton?”


    Thest few words made Charlotte shiver all over. She widened her eyes, about


    to speak, when Joe captured her chin and deeply kissed her.


    Caleb’s eyes widened. How could he do this?


    Seeing the opportunity slipping through his fingers, Caleb, frustrated, nned to


    rush forward and pull Joe away. But at this moment, the kind-hearted Jack


    grabbed him.


    “Listen to me, buddy. While you still have a chance to live, get out of here


    quickly,” Jack advised earnestly. “If that man gets angry, you might end up as


    fish food in the sea.”


    Caleb’s face turned pale. He saw the sincerity in Jack’s words and began to feel


    uneasy.


    “Who is that guy?”


    “Her husband,” Jack replied expressionlessly.