Rashad and Charlotte were quite indifferent; they felt nothing about it.
Neither support nor opposition.
For them, the main Pittman family was no different from strangers, and over the years, the ones who harassed them the most were these so-called relatives!
Thinking about it, it was really quite funny.
Ten minutes later, Charlotte’s phone rang unexpectedly-it was Quentin calling. Upon answering, Quentin smiled and asked, “How’s it going? I heard that Karly’s family came to apologize to you on their knees?”
“How did you know about that?” Charlotte was astonished.
“I have my ways. My sources are quite reliable,” Quentin chuckled, “Tell Rashad that I remember what he said.”
Frowning, Charlotte asked, “Did you manipulate this thing?”
Quentin paused for a moment and replied, “You could say that. I did arrange for this to happen.”
Rashad sneered, “You’re just talking big. They were forced into a corner by Spicurity Group, that’s why they did this.”
“What’s it to you?”
Smirking, Quentin said, “Well, I arranged for Clark to set the trap. Do you believe that?”
At these words, the members of the Pittman family were visibly taken aback.
“Stop talking nonsense! Mr. Clark is one of the few bigwigs of Stresall. You arranged for him to do something? If this rumor reaches his ears… you’re finished!” Emma scorned.
“You dare take credit for everything, have some shame, will you? Do you think you still deserve to enter our Pittman family with this kind of behavior?” Rashad remained silent and treated Quentin’s boast as mere bluster. Clark was not someone Quentin could command! Even the former Holland family might not dare speak to Clark in such a tone!
Where did Quentin get the confidence?
Quentin couldn’t be bothered with their arguments. He knew that if he told the truth, they would find it unbelievable and likely chalk it up to his bragging.
So, what could he do?
“Alright, since this matter’s settled, let’s leave it at that,” Quentin said with a smile, “Charlotte, make sure to get some rest tonight.”
“Oh… we were thinking, my grandfather’s birthday banquet is coming up. What gift should we give him? My parents don’t want to lose face, and we can’t let others look down on us,” Charlotte suddenly thought of Quentin’s past wealth and figured he might have some recommendations, “Do you have any good suggestions?”
“You need a gift for the birthday banquet?” Quentin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke slowly, “Well, I have some friends in the high-end luxury goods industry, I can help you with that. I guarantee your parents will be satisfied.”
After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte said, “Alright, I’ll transfer the money to you later.”
“Why do we need to keep accounts between us?” Quentin sounded slightly displeased, “I’m also part of your family, and this is what I should do.”
Getting something was a simple matter for him.
But it wasn’t necessary to buy something so extravagant for Rusell Pittman.
As long as it was decent.
The next day.
After taking a short break, Charlotte returned to work at the Pittman family’s group.
“I heard that Charlotte, that little vixen, is back?” Georgia sneered, “Haha… I heard her face was scratched by someone. I’ll go see what that ugly monster looks like now.”
With that, she walked into Charlotte’s office briskly.
Bang!
She pushed the door open directly.
And there she saw Charlotte, working with her head down.
“Hey…”
“The ugly monster has returned?” Georgia walked over with a cold smile, “I heard your face was scratched by someone; how are you now? Lift your head and let me take a picture to amuse everyone and see what the former Stresall beauty looks like now!”
She took out her phone and aimed it at Charlotte, who then slowly raised her head.
It turned out that Charlotte had no scars on her face at all, and Georgia was dumbfounded. “You… how come there are no scars on your face?”
With a slight smile on her crimson lips, Charlotte looked at her as if watching a clown, and said, “What do you think? Disappointed to find out that I’m not disfigured?”