Chapter 607 It''s Over


    However, Nancy knew that what Charles was trying to protect now was his family, hispany, but her


    thoughts were the least of his concern.


    Otherwise, why didn''t he support her in investigating the club?


    He said he was investigating, but until now, he still hadn’t found out anything.


    Therefore, Nancy couldn’t help but think that he was purposely dying the investigation. If it went on


    like this, the police wouldn''t have a concrete evidence to prove that someone else hadmitted the


    crime. Then the case would be closed with Dale and David being the primary culprits.


    This was not what Nancy wanted, because she believed that there was a bigger boss behind the club.


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    Thinking of this, Nancy blurted out, "Charles, are you the boss of Romantic Private Club?"


    These words took Charles by surprise that the car slightly swayed when he nced at her.


    "Nancy, what are you thinking about all day long? Do you really want me to spend the rest of my life in


    prison? No, no, do you want me to be sentenced to death? Maybe because if that happened, you


    wouldn''t have to think about how to leave me, right? You wouldn''t have to face separation with the


    children, nor do you have to force them to choose between us. Oh, and my house will be yours too.


    Bobby is my legal heir, so if I die, everything I own would be his. Nancy, I didn''t know you were so


    insidious. You’re slowly taking everything away from me. I have underestimated you!" At this moment,


    Charles waspletely irritated with Nancy.


    How could she think that he was the mastermind when he didn''t even know the club''s existence before


    Nancy was kept there?


    Didn’t she believe in his moral principles and ethics?


    They had been together for such a long time. What about mutual understanding, tolerance and trust


    between them? Didn’t she have faith in him?


    In conclusion, Nancy had more doubts than feelings towards Charles.


    The question she had asked made Charles feel unprecedentedly disappointed.


    "Charles! You said it all by yourself. I''m not asplicated as you think. I''m very..."


    With a sneer, Charles said, "Well, you are very simple. But Nancy, didn’t anyone tell you that being


    simple is stupid when you’re living in thisplicated society?"


    "Charles, you..."


    "I am a hateful man!" Once again, Charles interrupted Nancy.


    It seemed like their argument wouldn''t end soon, which scared Nadia, so she interrupted them.


    "Mommy, Daddy, I''m so hungry. Bobby, are you hungry?"


    She was now really hungry since they hadn''t eaten anything for breakfast. "Of course I''m hungry. I


    didn''t eat anything this morning."


    It was obvious on Bobby’s gloomy face that he disliked the quarrel between Charles and Nancy.


    "Charles, the kids said they are hungry." Thest thing Nancy wanted to see was her two children to be


    wronged. She didn''t know why, but the thought of the club made her grit her teeth in hatred as she


    thought of imprisoning the mastermind as soon as possible.


    If she couldn''t find the culprit, she would continue to feel restless.


    The car screeched to a halt, and Charles looked at the children at the backseat.


    "Keep an eye on Mommy. I''ll be right there." Then he got out of the car and ran to the steamed bun


    shop.


    When Charles was gone, Nancy looked at the children and at the time.


    It had been three days after Finn''s operation, yet Nancy was still worried about the child. She knew that


    if she stayed here, Charles would badger her and would not let her go easily.


    Now that Charles was not in the car, she could take this opportunity to leave.


    Therefore, Nancy smiled cunningly and sat on the driver''s seat.


    "Mommy, what are you doing?" Bobby was the first one to react. Did their mommy want to drive away?


    But how about their Dad?


    "Be ready. Mommy will drive you to the kindergarten." Without waiting for their reply, Nancy stepped on


    the gas and drove away.


    As this happened, Charles was already at the counter to pay for the four cartons of steamed buns he


    bought.


    However, when he was about to pay, he suddenly heard that a car started. He quickly turned around


    and saw Nancy smiling evilly at him and then she drove away with the children.


    "Nancy, you are a hateful woman! What are you doing?" Mindlessly, Charles ran out of the store with


    the steamed buns in his hand, which he hadn''t paid for yet.


    "Sir, you didn''t pay the bill. Our steamed buns cost twenty dors per carton. You have bought four


    cartons and it cost eighty dors. Please don''t leave. Hey!" The store owner shouting loudly, but


    Charles couldn''t hear it. He ran to the main road, but Nancy had already left with the children.


    "Damn it!" Out of frustration, Charles couldn’t help but curse.


    At this time, the owner of the steamed bun shop came up to him. "Sir, sir, the money..."


    Catching his breath, he stretched out his hand in front of Charles.


    However, Charles suddenly realized that he didn''t have the habit of bringing cash with him. "I don''t


    have cash or cards with me now. How about this? You keep the ount first. Later, I will give you ten


    times the amount of the price. What do you think?"


    "Ten times? Really?" The owner of the steamed bun shop surveyed Charles from head to toes.


    Today, Charles was wearing a ck suit, a white shirt and a dark red tie. Therefore, he didn’t seem like


    someone who couldn’t afford to pay. His eyes were cold and heroic as he watched the shop owner


    scan him.


    "Are you rich?" The shop owner didn''t know Charles at all. After all, he was just a shop owner at the


    bottom of the society. How could he know such a big shot as Charles in this city?


    "Well, I am." As Charles spoke, he looked around for a taxi.


    When he was done surveying Charles, the owner asked, "How much do you have?"


    The truth was, he wanted to know whether this handsome and rich man was telling the truth about


    giving him ten times the amount that the steamed buns cost.


    "Money? A lot. I don''t know how much money I have. Just as you don''t know how many steamed buns


    you can sell. You sell steamed buns every day. You don''t know how many steamed buns you can sell in


    a year, do you? Let alone ten years. What do you think?" Charles answered seriously.


    "Yes, you are right." The shop owner smiled shyly. "I''ll keep this in mind. You must bring me the money


    later. You see, I''m also a poor person. I can''t afford to lose money."


    "Well, I’m not lying." After waiting for a while, Charles still didn’t see any taxi passing by. His eyes fell


    on the scooter of the shop owner. He had never ridden it before, but as a man, he didn''t need to learn


    it.


    "That''s good, sir. I''m going to work. Take care." The shop owner decided to trust Charles for once, so


    he turned around to go back to his shop.


    Left without a choice, Charles stopped him. "Sir, don''t leave yet. Is this scooter yours?"


    "Yes, it''s mine. What do you want, sir?" The shop owner''s face turned cold. What was wrong with this


    man? The man didn''t give him money to pay for his steamed buns. Did the man also want to ride his


    scooter?


    At this point, he thought Charles was a fraud.