Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

In the end, Zoe didn't change her clothes. After all, Peter didn't mind and she thought she looked good. After handling the matter, she could go on a date with Peter. It was nice to dress up, and she wore a thin coat.

This way, it was not too revealing, and she could maintain the style she was going for.

On the way.

Peter sat in the back seat with a laptop and frowned. "This guy is really sick. He claimed that the country was behind the cover-up because Mrs. Fuller Senior had access to some top secret. How could such a fool live so long? Why did he come up with a conspiracy theory instead of studying?"

"We are making peace with each other. Don't pick a fight with him because of this," Zoe reminded him.

"Don't worry, when have I dropped the ball when it comes to handling matters for Mr. Fuller?" Peter's fingers drummed against the laptop. "But I suspect that this matter will not be settled easily. Where did you plan to meet up with him?"

"It's in a cafe downtown. Don't worry, the place was chosen by me, and I've called someone in advance." Zoe said after a pause, "Mr. Fuller gave me temporary authority. I don't need to worry about security. We need to determine his motive and if this is connected to Christopher."

"Okay, I understand."

Soon, the car arrived at the coffee shop downtown.

Zoe parked the car and got out with Peter. They pushed the door open and the aroma of coffee wafted past them.

Peter took the photo of the person they were supposed to meet and scanned the room. Finally, he noticed a man wearing a hat in a corner. He looked like he was in his early twenties. His face was very pale and he looked tired.

"Is it him?" Zoe was unsure. The man in the photo looked vibrant, and the one in front of her was too gloomy.

"It's him." Peter nodded. "That's him."

Zoe looked at the photo and then at the man again. She shook her head and said, "They don't look alike."

"If you do what he does for a living, you'll age horrendously, too." Peter despised this kind of person the most, misusing his skills and disrupting society.

A shameless person.

They stood in front of the man and slid the photo to him. "Who told you to do this?"

"Give me 100,000 dollars and I'll delete the post immediately." The man didn't raise his head or look at the photo. He took out a USB flash drive. "You can use this flash drive and remove all the posts in an instant."

Peter frowned in disgust. He had thought of 10,000 possibilities why someone would do this, but he had never expected the reason to be money.

Describing him as disgusting was a compliment.

Peter was afraid there would be a virus embedded in the flash drive, so he took out a spare laptop and examined it for malware. After finding nothing, he pulled out the flash drive and switched back to his original laptop. The post was taken down in an instant.

After Peter released the document that was prepared by him, he tossed the man a cheque written for 100,000 dollars and said, "Take it and leave."

The man took the cheque and lowered his hat, disappearing from the coffee shop.

"Is it worth doing this for 100,000 dollars?" Zoe looked at his retreating back and did not know what to say for a moment.

"One hundred thousand dollars is nothing to us, and it's chump change for Mr. Fuller and Ms. Emerson. However, for ordinary people, one hundred thousand could be a year's salary. Yet he made that amount in one day with his skillset. Why wouldn't he do it?"

He had a point.

Zoe nodded thoughtfully.

They left the coffee shop and returned to the hotel.

After reporting to Shane, Peter asked in a low voice, "Mr. Fuller, should we follow this person?"

"No need."

"What if..."

"Christopher wouldn't instruct someone to extort me for just a mere sum of 100,000 dollars. In his opinion, it would be only a success if he could hurt me most." Shane rubbed his temples, exhaustion lined his forehead.

Peter sighed. He opened his mouth to offer words of comfort to him, but did Mr. Fuller really need sympathy from him?

Peter stood silently in front of him.

At this very moment.

In the room.

Charlotte was surfing the web and saw the news of a suicide by jumping. She clicked on it, only to find that there were different speculations about the case. The general consensus was that an elderly person jumped off due to a loan, and the screen was full of comments censuring the victim's unfilial children.

It was so pitiful.

Charlotte sighed and exited the page. She felt uncomfortable reading news like this.

In the afternoon.

Charlotte brought Sheryl and Olive for a fun day out. She brought them to a dessert shop and sat by the window.

"Mommy, what's that guy doing?" Sheryl suddenly pointed out the window with her finger.

Charlotte glanced in the pointed direction and saw a person with a camera taking pictures of the lights beside the dessert shop.

What's there to take photos of?

Charlotte didn't take it to heart. She just committed the photographer's face to memory. After finishing up, she took the kids to shop for their favorite toys.

She noticed the photographer again.

Once was a coincidence, but twice...

Charlotte wanted to take photos of him, but she felt it was too dangerous. She could only constantly turn her head and memorize the person's appearance out of the corner of her eye.

If this wouldn't do, she could find a sketch artist who could draw that person's portrait later.

"Mommy, should we go home first?" Sheryl tugged at the hem of Charlotte's clothes. "The person we saw before is still following us."

"It's alright. This is the downtown area. He wouldn't dare to do anything. Have a good time with Olive. I'll take care of it when we get back."

"Okay," She replied obediently.

One thing about Sheryl was, as long as she stopped worrying about something, she would immediately return to having fun. She was hopping around with Olive on Charlotte's sides.

After returning to the hotel, Charlotte sent the children back to their room. However, she did not return to her room.

She went to the hotel's restaurant and ordered a meal. She turned on her laptop and contacted a sketch artist.

Charlotte described the photographer's appearance to him.

"Is this accurate?"

Within ten minutes, the sketch artist showed her the completed portrait. Charlotte marveled at the fact that the portrait looked almost exactly the same as the photographer she had seen. She immediately paid the sketch artist and forwarded the portrait to Avery, asking him to investigate it.

Avery was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window sipping on tea. The vibration of his phone irritated him. "Who is disturbing my rest? Oh, it's Charlotte. That's fine, then."

He got up, walked to the computer, and exported the portrait to it.

As more details appeared, his sleepy, squinty eyes widened.

This...

He was silent for a moment. He didn't reveal anything besides asking, "Did you ask Shane?"

"Why do I need to ask Shane?"

"His name is Jackson. He's a private investigator working for Shane. His younger sister named Josephine was crazily in love with Shane before. Everyone knew about this," Avery replied. More importantly.

Why was Shane's private detective appearing to be following Charlotte?

Shane was investigating Charlotte. Furthermore, he had sent the older brother of a woman who had once loved him.

Was Shane's brain filled with glue? How could he do such a thing? What was he trying to do?

Avery didn't dare to disclose the information on hand to Charlotte. He thought for a moment and decided to explain it to Charlotte.

However, Charlotte, who only knew one side of the story, let out a soft laugh.

"I see."