The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

The young man felt light-headed and dizzy from the smash and almost collapsed to the floor.

The diners around them were also shocked by the sudden commotion.

Harold glared viciously at the young man whose head was drenched by his own blood and sneered, “Get lost, or I’ll break your leg!”

The young man held the wound on his head and growled, “Alright, tough guy, wait and see!”

Then, he ran out of the restaurant.

Harold grinned disdainfully and said, “Fucking loser, who does he think he is to threaten me? I am Harold Wilson, fucker!”

Then, he put on a smug look as he said to Loreen, “There’s always these annoying bugs everywhere you go, don’t let him ruin our night. Come, let’s enjoy our dinner.”

Loreen’s celebratory mood was totally destroyed after the disturbing moment. She simply nodded without a word.

Throughout the dinner, Harold tried to lighten up the mood by striking conversations, but Loreen wasn’t entertained at all.

In her opinion, Harold was nothing but an incapable and reckless man. He wouldn’t even be on her list even if he was the only man left in the world.

Harold, on the other hand, assumed that Loreen would fall for his charisma when he got his hands on the stupid bugger in front of her, but it was the complete opposite. Loreen seemed to be a little more repulsive and disgusted with him.

He was feeling depressed when he saw the annoyed expression on Loreen’s face. If she didn’t like men who used violence, it would mean that he had dug his own grave by smashing the wine bottle on the young man’s head, wouldn’t it?

Harold was equally dispirited throughout the meal.

After their meal, he thought that they could go for a second round to get to know each other better, but Loreen frowned at his suggestion and said, “It’s getting late, I have to go back now. Thanks for dinner.”

A dash of gloom hovered under Harold’s eyes. “Let me send you home then!”

Loreen shook her head. “It’s okay, I’ll just take a taxi back.” She couldn’t be more clear that she wanted to draw a line with Harold.

Harold felt the wrath of fury burning inside him, but he suppressed it and said in a polite manner, “Let me see you off then, at least I’ll know which car you’re in.”

Loreen didn’t refuse him this time. She nodded and walked out of the restaurant quietly. Harold quickly pursued.

He was extremely agitated by the turn of events. Initially, he wanted to have a romantic date and confess to Loreen, but the fucking bugger came along and ruined his chance! In fact, he seemed to have left a bad impression on her too! It was not his day.

“If I see that fucking dog again, I’ll kill him!” Harold cursed under his breath.

***

Meanwhile, Charlie had just finished his dinner and was clearing the dishes away.

Claire shrieked anxiously, “Charlie, there is a supplier quotation in my bag, did you see it?”

Charlie shook his head. “No, I haven’t touched your bag since we came home.”

Claire fell silent for a moment, trying to trace her memory, then, she slapped her forehead and sighed. “Ah, I think I left it in the meeting room! I need to use it tomorrow morning. Mind driving me there to take it?”

Charlie chuckled gently. “Look at you, you’re so exhausted. You go and rest, I’ll get it for you.”

Claire sighed gladly and said, “Indeed, I’m worn out. Thank you, dear, the file number is GY20191101.”

“You’re welcome, my dear.”

Charlie grabbed the car key and went out of the door.

On the other hand, Harold and Loreen had just left the restaurant and were standing by the road.

Loreen was looking out for empty taxis when a group of studly men stormed out of three white vans parked on the side of the road and ran towards them aggressively.

The men covered their faces with black cloth, holding steel pipes in their hands. They seemed to be coming after them for revenge!

“Damn it!” Harold trembled in horror when he saw the men running towards him.

Blood drained from Loreen’s face when she saw the scene too. She figured that these men were here because of the young man, and from the looks of it, they would probably die!

Sure enough, the young man with the bloody bandage on his head stood up and shouted, “Damn it, go!”

Suddenly, as soon as the voice fell, the group of ferocious men stampeded toward Harold.

“I’m from the Wilson family! Don’t you dare touch me!”

Harold was extremely panicked and flustered, but he managed a haughty tone and yelled.

A brawny man grinned contemptuously. He lifted the steel pipe and slammed it at him.