For a moment, everyone was silent.
Mark couldn't believe the person before him was Charles. He blinked repeatedly before accepting the truth.
His legs went weak, and he staggered back, voice trembling:
"Mr. Johnson… It's you?"
Charles raised an eyebrow.
"Why can't it be me?"
Mark was at a loss for words. He turned to Meredith. "You… What are you doing in Mr. Johnson's room?"
Charles took a few documents from Meredith's hands, flipping through them casually.
"I asked her to deliver some documents. Got a problem with that?"
Hearing this, Mark sighed in relief.
"My apologies, Mr. Johnson. I was just too worried about my wife, so I followed her."
Charles smiled faintly, his smile edged with danger.
"Worried about what? That she'd run off with someone else?"
Mark was momentarily sp
