Chapter 202 Trying To Get A Sponsorship


    Charles'' POV:


    I finished my work ahead of time, so that I could go to the TV station and wait for Scarlett.


    Unexpectedly, William showed up in front of me. From the looks of it, he had carefully picked out his


    attire. He wore a suit and tie, a dandy wristwatch, and cufflinks that suited him well. He also wore a


    pair of thin-frame sses on, making him look even more debonair.


    We immediately caught sight of each other, but neither of us turned our gazes away.


    Suddenly, Scarlett came out, so I averted my eyes from William.


    I must admit that in her office attire, she had apletely different vibe. She was sharply dressed


    and elegant to boot. Her charisma alone was enough to make anyone follow her with their gaze.


    I stared at her, fascinated by her beauty. But to my surprise, she went straight to William.


    William greeted Scarlett with a smile, and then he shot me a defiant nce.


    I was so angry that I grunted and red at Scarlett before storming away. But before I could enter


    my car, I heard a hurried set of footsteps in high heels.


    ''Scarlett?''


    I looked back, hoping that it was her, but I was disappointed to see that it was a woman I didn''t


    know.


    The woman was short of breath. She was looking at me with a grin on her face. "Mr. Moore, would


    you do me the honor of having a drink with you?" "Pass." My face turned grim the moment I saw her


    face and then I left without hesitation.


    Secondster, I mmed the door of my car shut.


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    The chauffeur was staring at me, visibly nervous.


    I leaned against the backseat, removing my tie in a fit of rage. And then I told the chauffeur to take


    me to Mint Bar.


    "Richard, figure out that woman''s identity," I said, pointing at the woman outside.


    Richard nodded in response and immediately made a phone call.


    Soon, we received an e-mail with an attached document. The woman''s name was Lucia, one of


    Scarlett''s colleagues in her department. She oncepeted with Scarlett for a program, but she


    lost because she wasn''t as good as Scarlett.


    It wasn''t surprising to me, for I knew that Scarlett was an excellent andpetent individual.


    I decided to stop thinking about Lucia.


    After arriving at the private room of the bar, Spencer and I drank away our sorrows.


    Sadly, we couldn''t enjoy ourselves just yet, because someone knocked on the door and entered the


    room. It was Lucia.


    "Who are you looking for, Miss?" Spencer asked, staring at her.


    "I''m looking for Mr. Moore."


    I took a sip of my scotch, staring daggers at her. "You followed me? Tell me, what do you want from


    me?"


    "I''m terribly sorry if I''ve offended you, sir. That''s not my intention!" Lucia waved her hands, standing


    at the door of the private room meekly. She then looked into my eyes and said, "I have no intention


    of getting in the way of your rtionship with Scarlett. I just need your help." I swiveled my ss,


    letting the ball of ice roll around, and creating a crisp sound.


    "Listen,dy, Charles isn''t a phnthropist. Why in the world should he help you? And who are


    you?" Spencer asked in a voiceden with sarcasm.


    "I''m not asking to be helped for free. I believe that this opportunity will also benefit Mr. Moore." Lucia


    blushed, seemingly abashed. "I''m a colleague of Scarlett. The program I was supposed to take over


    was given to her instead. And now, I''m on thin ice. To make up for it, my boss has asked me to find


    sponsorship for another program. Sadly, I''m just amoner. I don''t have any connections. The


    only person I could think of that could help is you, Mr. Moore. I''m willing to apany and drink


    with you if you''re willing to help me."


    "Who do you think you are? You''re not even qualified to share a drink with Charles, let alone ask


    him to pay for your sponsorship. Are you doing this because you sensed that Charles and Scarlett


    are on a rocky rtionship, so you figured you could seize the opportunity to gain a foothold?"


    Spencer rolled his eyes at her. Then, he mmed the ss onto the table just to show his


    contempt, regardless that he caused some of his liquor to ssh out.


    Tears welled up in Lucia''s eyes and she shook her head in response.


    "Spencer, don''t be so hard on the woman. She just wants to have a drink." I pointed at an empty


    ss and said, "Give her one."


    Spencer seemed shocked by my answer, and then I looked at him in silence.


    "Fine. But she has to leave after drinking this whiskey," he remarked, ncing at Lucia. Spencer


    looked away, but he still poured a ss of whiskey for the woman. "Don''t try to pull any tricks, got


    it? Remember, you don''t even deserve to be in Charles'' presence," he added.


    Lucia took the ss and gulped down her whiskey under Spencer''s gaze.


    She then nced at me. Now that she had finished her drink, Spencer pushed her away and said,


    "You''ve had your drink, now leave! Don''t think you can earn money through this ploy of yours.


    You''re Scarlett''s colleague, notabarmaid." However, Lucia remained silent. She just bit her lip,


    appearing to be aggrieved.


    Her helplessness felt quite familiar to me. It reminded me of how I was chasing Scarlett around, but


    she would always refuse me.


    "What''s the program?" I asked.


    Right after I said that, both Spencer and Lucia looked at me in astonishment.


    It seemed that he couldn''t believe I said that.


    Lucia, on the other hand, was over the moon and she immediately told me all about the program.


    By the time she finished her exnation, I had finished my scotch. I stared at the remaining ice in


    the ss, casually agreeing to help her.


    "Wait! What? Charles, are you serious, man? Are you drunk? Why did you say yes?" Spencer


    walked towards me, grabbing the ss from my hand.


    I turned a blind eye to him, and waved at Lucia. "You may leave now."


    At first, Lucia was bewildered, but then she thanked me afterwards and left the room at once.


    "What the hell is the matter with you, Charles? Do you even know what you''re doing?" Spencer


    roared.


    I stood up, casting him a stern re. It seemed that he was intimidated by my gaze that he had to


    take a step back. "Scarlett doesn''t even want my help. Is it not allowed for me to help others


    instead?" I asked.


    Spencer seemed confused by what I said. "Did you and Scarlett fight again? And even if you did,


    that doesn''t mean you can be so nice to other women! If Scarlett finds out about this, your


    rtionship will be even worse. Try to put yourself in her ce, will you? How would you feel if


    Scarlett agrees to another man''s request right now?" he asked.


    I gritted my teeth, visibly displeased.


    When I thought of how Scarlett came to William right after work, I lost my temper. And with every


    passing moment, I could feel my anger bing more intense.


    While Spencer was still chattering, I left the room and mmed the door behind me, unable to stifle


    my anger any longer.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    William had invited me to dinner, saying that he wanted to talk about the show with me while eating.


    Normally, we would discuss the program in the meeting room, but it was fine with me to have a


    change of venue. Thus, I epted his invitation without thinking on it too much.


    In the middle of our conversation, my phone rang.


    The second I answered the phone, I heard Spencer''s loud voice. "Scarlett, help! I''ve offended


    Charles defending you!"


    "Spencer, get a grip! What happened?"


    I could tell from his reaction that Spencer was filled with indignation. He then told me that Lucia had


    asked Charles for sponsorship.


    I acted as though I didn''t care, and I evenforted Spencer for a time.


    But after hanging up on him, I realized that my hands were trembling.


    "Scarlett, are you okay?" William sounded worried about me.


    I put down my phone, ced my hands on myp and smiled at him. "I''ve just received some bad


    news. I''m going to have a rival."


    "Scarlett, I''m sure this won''t be a tough nut to crack for someone like you. I believe in you." William


    seemed sincere with his praises. "But if you ever need my help, I''ll always be on your side." "Thank


    you, William. You''re a great partner." Having said that, I put some distance between us and said, "I


    think I can handle these problems by myself. You don''t have to worry about me."