The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445

After Scott left, Charlotte turned to Sean with a mock glare. “Why do you two always start bickering the minute you see each other?”

Sean smiled, lips curving into a lazy grin. “You should ask him. He’s the one who started getting snarky.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Charlotte sighed. “You didn’t actually have any questions about the case, did you?”

“You’re too smart, Lottie.” His deep eyes sparkled with amusement, and his voice had that familiar, low charm. “I just wanted to have lunch with you.”

“I knew it.” Charlotte turned and headed toward her white McLaren P1.

Sean’s expression softened when he saw the car. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

That was the car he had given her last year.

Back when they broke up, he had said a lot of hurtful things. He knew she wouldn’t accept anything directly from him, so he had Ian deliver it instead. To this day, Charlotte still had no idea it was from him.

Ever since Petra joined her team, Charlotte rarely went anywhere without her. Petra was not only her bodyguard now but also her personal driver.

When they reached the car, Sean noticed Petra sitting in the driver’s seat. His smile faded.

The McLaren only had two seats. With Petra driving and Charlotte in the passenger seat, where did that leave him?

Charlotte turned back with a sweet smile. “Sorry, Mr. Jasper. No room in the car. I’ll head out first.”

Just as she reached for the door, Sean stopped her, pressing a hand lightly against it. “I’ll drive,” he said. “Today, I’m your chauffeur and bodyguard.”

“Oh?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “How much do you charge per day, Mr. Jasper?”

“No charge.”

Charlotte laughed. “Isn’t there a saying? Free things are usually the most expensive. I better not risk it.”

Sean leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them until their breath mingled.

His gaze was warm and indulgent. In that low, magnetic voice, he said, “Then why don’t you decide what I’m worth?”

Charlotte was clearly in a good mood and played along. “Fifty cents. Not a penny more.”

“Deal.”

Sean was all smiles now, a rare lightness in his expression.

He circled to the other side of the car and tossed the keys to his Maybach to Petra. “You take mine.”

Petra looked to Charlotte, who gave her a slight nod before she stepped out.

Sean slid into the driver’s seat. “What are you in the mood for?”

Charlotte fastened her seatbelt. “I’m good with anything.”

The white McLaren pulled up to a sleek, high–end restaurant called “Cloud Nine“.

Inside, soft lighting and elegant decor created a refined, tranquil atmosphere. The air was laced with the delicate scent of fine spices.

Charlotte had been here a few times before. The ingredients were flown in fresh from abroad, and the head chef was Frangelian. Every dish was a feast for the eyes and the palate.

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