Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 88 As Smart As Bait

Chapter 88 As Smart As Bait

If it was true, he would have gone to the Allen family a long time ago.

He would have already tortured Samuel to the point of becoming unrecognizable to others.

However...

Whenever Charleston thought of Samuel's statement on Facebook, his eyes turned became solemn.

Tsk, that was unforgivable! Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Then why did you look for me?" Margaret looked at him.

"To seek justice for you!" In the darkness, Charleston was looking directly at Margaret.

In his eyes, there was only her.

Margaret felt the flutter of butterfly wings in her stomach.

"You don't have to do that. I have my own way..." Margaret blinked her puppy eyes.

"Oh, you mean your way of adding fuel to the fire?" Charleston said playfully and raised his eyebrows.

He handed the latest entertainment news on his phone to Margaret.

"Mrs. Allen caught her husband cheating at a hotel, but was so angered that she was sent to the

hospital!"

Attached was a photo of Samuel leaving with Monique in his arms and a photo of Margaret coming out

of the hotel room.

Heavy silence surrounded the car.

Although she had already mentally prepared herself for this, Margaret was still infuriated that she

almost puked blood when she saw the ridiculous content.

Margaret looked a little unhappy, but she still stubbornly said, "I will contact Mrs. Allen and resolve the

misunderstanding!"

"Dummy!" Charleston gently knocked on her head. "Don't you know how to appreciate the richest sugar

daddy in the entertainment industry when he's already right in front of you?"

So many people fantasized about throwing themselves at him. This woman was so lucky as he had

already brought himself to her. Yet, she still did not want him.

"Since so many people are queuing up for you, it would be too late for me to join now." Margaret

glanced at him and said grumpily.

"Who said that it would be too late for you? This man belongs to you and you only." Charleston's

suggestive breath surrounded her neck.

His hand suddenly grabbed hers, and he placed it directly on his crotch.

It was scorching hot!

Margaret felt as if she had touched a hot piece of iron.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to pull her hand back. However, Charleston was very strong.

Though he wasn't hurting her, he wasn't letting her retract her hand either.

"Do you feel it?" Asked Charleston.

"What?" Margaret glared at him.

"The man who only belongs to you!" He smirked.

Ah, this pervert!

Margaret's face was flushing red as she said, "Let, let me go!"

Charleston laughed out loud and let her go, but he wasn't done with teasing her just yet, "My little

baby's face is so red like an apple. I really want to have a bite now."

"I want to get out, now!" Margaret rubbed her hand and protested.

She had gotten herself into this trouble by getting into his car.

"Once you get in the car, you can't get out anymore." Charleston put his hands on the steering wheel

and said, "I'll take you somewhere."

"Where are we going?" Margaret was puzzled.

Charleston did not answer her. He just started the engine.

The car drove out of the basement and steadily headed in a direction.

Along the way, Charleston's phone rang. It was a call from Larry.

"Sir, I've already done what you told me to do." Said Larry.

"Okay, got it." Charleston nodded.

Margaret listened with much puzzlement and curiosity, "Charleston, you b*stard, what on earth are you

going to do?"

Larry who was on the other end of the phone broke out in a cold sweat. The future chairman's wife was

really fierce.

After hanging up the phone, the black luxurious car made a sharp turn at a junction.

Margaret looked out of the window. She was startled.

The hospital?

The car came to a stop in the hospital basement.

Charleston got off the car and dragged Margaret to take the elevator to the first floor.

This floor should be where all private wards were.

Charleston did not register and went straight inside.

It seemed that everything had been arranged in advance.

After pushing open a ward door, the person inside raised their head in surprise.

Margaret focused her gazed on the person. It was Monique.

"You, you..." Monique's eyes widened. The first thing she saw was Margaret.

Obviously, she was very surprised that Margaret was here.

"Charleston, what the hell are you trying to do?" Margaret turned her head and looked at Charleston in

confusion.

"Mrs. Allen." Charleston took Margaret's hand and stood in front of Monique.

"What are you trying to do?" Monique stared at them warily.

Her face was still a little pale, but it was not as bad as it was previously.

Her condition had probably stabilized.

"Mrs. Allen, you have a heart disease. Is your husband not accompanying you?" Charleston asked with

a smile.

"Something urgent came up at work. He had to leave first." Monique grabbed the bed sheet under her

hands.

"His wife was just admitted to the hospital, but he didn't stay long, and instead left his office in a hurry?"

There was no emotion in Charleston's voice, but the sarcasm in his eyes was evident. "I just received

some news. Would you be interested in hearing it?" Charleston asked Mrs. Allen.

"What the hell do you want?" Monique's eyes were full of uncertainty.

"Your husband did not leave in such a hurry to go back to his office. He left hurriedly for his lover."

Charleston's extremely attractive face was emotionless.

"Isn't his lover here?" Monique pointed at Margaret, her eyes were red with anger.

Margaret shrugged her shoulders.

Charleston's eyes turned cold and his voice sounded even more hostile, "Mrs. Allen, not only is your

heart in bad shape, but it seems that your eyesight has problems too."

Monique took a deep breath and responded, "Who are you? Did this mistress call you here to cover up

something? Where is the doctor? How could they let a stranger in so casually?"

As she spoke, she reached out to press the service bell.

However, Charleston's next few words made her stop abruptly.

"I'm Charleston Limbaugh from the Limbaugh Group!"

Charleston Limbaugh!

Monique immediately turned her head and carefully looked at the man in front of her. Her breathing

shallowed.

"You are... Mr. Limbaugh..."

She was shocked but she did not doubt him.

The aura of this person did match such an identity.

Moreover, who would dare to pretend to be Charleston in Asshington?

"Then what about her?" Monique turned to look at Margaret, who was next to him.

How could her husband's 'little lover' have a close relationship with Mr. Limbaugh?

"My future wife." Charleston held Margaret's tiny hand and said in a serious tone.

She was not his girlfriend, nor his lover. She was his future wife.

Monique's eyes widened in surprise.

Margaret was also stunned and embarrassed, "What, what nonsense are you spewing?"

"This isn't nonsense. You stole my heart and have seen all of me. Now you don't want to take

responsibly? You little rascal!" Charleston said while staring at her suggestively.

Have seen all of him...

Margaret twitched the corners of her mouth.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"That photo!"

Margaret almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What the f*ck, that kid did not even have any hair!"

"It's all here now. I'll get us a place later and show it to you when no one's around to make it to you!"

Charleston said with a smile.

Gross, who wanted to see that?

Margaret rolled her eyes.

On the other hand, Monique, who was watching the whole scene, was so surprised that one could

almost fit an egg in her mouth.

Margaret was Charleston's future wife?

If that was the case, then she must've been blind to have fallen for Samuel!