“Mr. Clemens, you’re here.”
Candice greeted him with a bright, composed smile—courteous, flattering, and fake.
Charlie: “……”
Great, back to ‘you’ again.
He sat down and glanced at the glaringly large gift box on the table. “What’s this? For me?”
Candice quickly said, “Just a little token of appreciation for all the help you gave me this time. I really didn’t know how to thank you properly, so I’m giving you one of my treasured bottles. I hope you’ll like it.”
Charlie’s expression grew colder.
She finished speaking, but he didn’t respond.
Candice folded her hands neatly on the table, keeping up her smile with effort.
The atmosphere went cold.
“Let’s eat before the food gets too hot,” Jim offered from the side.
Candice picked up her chopsticks.
Charlie didn’t move—his aura was fr
