Charlie’s eyes suddenly snapped open, a flash of coldness glinting in their depths.
“Which Miss Dawson? Who told you about her?” he asked, his tone sharp and frigid.
“Uh…”
Jerry saw his displeased expression and instantly realized something was wrong. If he mentioned Candice now, she might really be in trouble.
He stammered, trying to smooth things over.
Charlie cut in coolly, “Could it be Miss Hale?”
The woman who had wished him a “pleasant weekend” just last night.
Jerry was sweating bullets now.
Nothing could get past this man.
If he didn’t explain clearly now, things might get worse.
He quickly clarified, “Here’s the thing—on Wednesday morning, you mentioned going to L City on Saturday, but didn’t say why. That same morning, I spoke with Miss Hale about the business trip. The
