"Is there something wrong?"
Leandro pulled on a bathrobe, covering his eight-pack abs, but the wide neckline was a bit low.
Charlotte struggled to regain her composure, pretending to look at him nonchalantly, "I just received a call, it was from your father's secretary."
"What was said?"
Leandro turned and walked into the room, Charlotte hesitated for a moment but had no choice but to follow him in.
"...said your father wanted to see me, at half past twelve tomorrow noon at Beachmarsh Restaurant."
"Don't mind him."
Charlotte nodded, "Actually, I didn't really want to see him either."
"Mm-hmm."
Leandro responded, "Do you need a follow-up for your leg?"
"Yes, the follow-up appointment was tomorrow."
"In the morning?"
"Um, the morning call."
Leandro furrowed his brows, "Call me a
