Chapter 1132
Chapter 1132:
That left Charles. Impulsive, hot-tempered, and overly conscious of his image, he became an easy subject for gossip. People all turned to him, trying to get some inside story. He’d been attending one social gathering after another lately, and tonight was no exception.
Seated in the back of his car, phone pressed to his ear, he was deep in conversation with Millie. The driver was someone he trusted completely, so he spoke freely, unconcerned about being overheard.
“Yes, Millie, you were totally right; every single one of these dinners feels like an interrogation,” Charles said with an amused grin.
The tug-of-war within the Evans family was still going strong. Charles had gathered solid evidence against Oakley and was just waiting for the perfect time to use it.
His eldest brother had always been the calm and calculating one in the family, but this time he’d fumbled, misled by the false information Babette had slipped his way.
The opportunity had been passed straight to Charles, courtesy of Millie.
The Yaroslav Technology project had quietly become a competition between the two brothers, and if Charles managed to succeed, it would shake up the family’s entire power structure.
As he thought about it, Millie’s voice came through the line again.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” she said firmly.
“Charles, remember what I told you before. You have to handle things exactly as we discussed p>
Millie stressed, “Foley will take care of the operations. People are desperate to get information from you, so keep everything to yourself p>
Charles chuckled and nodded.
“Don’t worry, Millie. I might have a short temper, but I’m not an idiot p>
“I know,” Millie replied, her light laugh fading as the call ended.
A little later, Charles arrived at the Blue Lounge. They had reserved a large private room under the excuse of a casual dinner, not a business meeting, though everyone knew the truth.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉:
As the door opened, Charles was met with a flood of cheerful greetings.
“Mr. Evans, you’re here!” “Mr. Evans, you’re looking good tonight!” “Mr. Evans, always so charming and brilliant with investments p>
Not long ago, these same people had treated him casually, calling him “Charles” or “that Evans boy.” Now he could hear “Mr. Evans” from every direction.
Their attitude toward him had completely changed. The sudden deference fed his pride, and he smiled broadly, soaking up the attention.
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” he said, clearly enjoying it.
Before he could settle in, someone handed him a drink.
“Come on, Mr. Evans, let me toast to you first!” the man said, draining his glass in one go. Charles grinned and downed his own.
“Mr. Evans, I’ll drink to your success too!” another voice said. Laughter and toasts kept coming, and soon the room was filled with clinking glasses and cheerful noise.
After several rounds, Charles staggered toward a sofa and collapsed with a grin.
“Give me a break, guys. I can’t drink anymore,” he said, waving his hand lazily.
“I already drank a lot earlier today. You’re all too enthusiastic p>
But no one let him off that easily. Compliments and questions flew at him nonstop.