One couldn’t help but admit that Deandre’s move was much more impressive than those young folks who only know how to show off. He demonstrated his economic capability in a low-key manner without appearing arrogant.
Deandre chuckled lightly.
He knew that generally, even if a girl wasn’t particularly materialistic, she wouldn’t refuse his kindness. This was the first step to getting someone hooked.
Over the years, he had encountered many girls and understood this type of creature quite well.
Charlotte shook her head and said, “No need, Mr. Chandler, I have someone coming to pick me up.”
Deandre paused slightly, but still maintained his composure and smiled, “Boyfriend? I wonder which lucky boy has such good fortune.”
Charlotte smiled happily, “Not a boyfriend, but my husband.”
Deandre was taken aback again, but it didn’t matter, and a married woman was even more exciting.
He was curious to see who was so lucky to marry such a gem.
Soon, a black, imposing Maybach slowly approached…
A hint of envy flashed in Deandre’s eyes. He could afford BMWs, Mercedes, and the like, but Maybachs, these high-end luxury cars costing millions, were truly beyond his reach.
So, all he could do was admire from afar.
Just then, the Maybach stopped in front of them, and finally, the window rolled down in front of Charlotte…
“Quentin!”
Seeing the newcomer, Charlotte’s face lit up.
“Hmm?”
Deandre was slightly surprised, “What… is going on? Could this car owner be Charlotte’s husband? This woman wouldn’t marry a forty or fifty-year-old man for money, would she? If that’s the case, it would really disappoint him.”
However, when the young man got out of the car, his gaze froze.
The man in front of him was tall and sturdy, with sharp features and cold eyes, exuding a masculine aura and an indescribable sense of composure and restraint.
Especially when his gaze swept over Deandre, he felt a tremor, as if he were facing an emperor!
“Hello!” Deandre laughed awkwardly and quickly greeted him.
Quentin nodded with a smile, “Hello.”
Only then did Deandre feel the faint sense of oppression dissipate. To be honest, he had felt really uncomfortable just now, as if he couldn’t even breathe.
Charlotte affectionately took Quentin’s hand and said, “This is our department head, Mr. Chandler. He’s very nice. He even offered to give me a ride home just now.”
Quentin glanced at Charlotte.
Seeing her signal to him with her eyes, he understood immediately.
“Mr. Chandler, thank you for your trouble.” Quentin smiled and patted his shoulder, “But usually, I pick her up after work, or she drives herself over.”
“Today there were some special circumstances, so she took a taxi here.”
“Oh… no trouble at all!” Deandre hurriedly shook his head.
“It just happened that Miss Pittman was here, so I thought of giving her a ride, it’s just a small favor, right?”
“Charlotte is right. Mr. Chandler, you’re really a considerate boss.” Quentin laughed heartily, patting his shoulder a few times in succession, causing Deandre’s shoulder to ache, but he could only force a smile.
“Mr. Chandler, smoke.” Quentin took out his cigarette case, handed out two cigarettes, and placed them in front of Deandre.
Deandre quickly declined, “Sorry, I’m not used to smoking these…”
“That’s a pity.”
Quentin smiled knowingly, lit one for himself, and said leisurely.
“This is a special cigarette from the war department. When we returned from bloody battles, there wasn’t much choice for cigarettes, so we could only smoke this to quench our thirst.”
Seeing his smirk, Deandre broke out in a cold sweat.
He quickly changed his mind, “Then I can’t refuse this cigarette. The cigarettes smoked by warriors on the border, I have to experience what they taste like.”
He respectfully accepted the cigarette, then took out his lighter and lit it.
The smoke was pungent, Deandre coughed with every puff, but he forced a smile and praised, “Not bad, this cigarette is really strong, I like it!”
He wasn’t stupid. Could an ordinary person get their hands on cigarettes from the war department?