Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 269

I turned around and recognized at a glance that this guest was Jeremy!

I hadn't seen him for five years. Jeremy was completely different from what he used to be.

He, who was much thinner than before, wore a long-sleeved sweater that had bulging pills on it.

There was an ordinary pair of jeans and leather shoes on his lower body.

I was somewhat incredulous.

Logically, after the Archer Family was in trouble back then, someone acquired it. No matter how poor they were, they had tens of millions of dollars.

Although he couldn't enjoy spending as much as he used to do, he surely could enjoy a prosperous life.

Seeing I was looking in her direction, the clerk said to me, "Wait a minute, lady."

"It's okay."

I lowered my voice.

Jeremy turned his head to look at me. At first, he was stunned for a moment. Then he

looked somewhat frightened.

When I assumed in surprise that he had recognized me, he quickly turned his head, took out some cash, and put it on the counter, saying, "I will pay the bill."

After the clerk paid the bill for him, Jeremy held the items and went out.

I bought some ginseng slices and Cordyceps Sinensis under the introduction of the clerk. Then I left.

"Charlotte."

As soon as I walked out of the store, I was about to call Shelton. Then someone called me from behind.

Although I had changed my name, I had been Charlotte Archer for more than 20 years. Hearing someone calling me, I subconsciously turned my head.

Unexpectedly, it was Jeremy who had called me.

Standing at the door of the store and holding the things he had just bought in his hands, he saw me look back and smiled awkwardly, "I was afraid that I would be mistaken. I didn't expect it to be you."

I remembered that Shelton once said to me, "You repay good for evil. How should others repay your good with virtue?"

After hesitating for a moment, I said, "Uncle, you have mistaken me for someone else."

After that, I was about to take a taxi and leave.

Jeremy caught up with me and stopped me, "Charlotte, I'm not mistaken. You're my daughter. How can I be wrong about it?"

Looking at Jeremy, I felt overwhelmingly complicated in my heart.

"Am I his daughter?"

"In the past, judging from what Jeremy did previously, he never treated me as his own daughter."

"If it weren't for the fact that he was down and out now, he wouldn't have bothered to talk to me."

"The reason why he talked to me now is that he sees that I'm living a better life than him and that he wants me to help them."

"I'm sorry, uncle. You are mistaken."

After I said that, I turned around, stopped a taxi, and went straight into the taxi.

By the time Jeremy caught up with me, I had closed the door. Then I said to the driver, "Go."

The driver stepped on the accelerator.

From the rearview mirror, I saw that Jeremy staggered.

The autumn wind was blowing strong. Wearing a thin sweater only, he stood there and looked particularly thin.

I couldn't help but feel a little moved.

I wondered if I had gone too far.

When I was about to call Shelton, Calvin called me first.

He seemed to have learned from nowhere that I was about to return to Town S, insisting that he would like to treat me to a meal.

I refused him over and over again. But he was quite persistent.

Helplessly, I could only agree.

At this time, unexpectedly, Shelton called and asked me, "Are you done with your work? What do you want to eat for dinner?"

Over these days, I met Shelton frequently. So he knew my work progress very well.

"Sorry, Calvin asked me to have dinner with him at night. I probably can't have dinner with you."

I apologized to him.

Hearing my words, Shelton was silent for a moment over the phone. Then he said, "Okay. In that case, tell me the address. After I'm done with my work, I'll go wait for you there and send you back."

"There's no need. I'll call a taxi and go back by myself after the dinner is over."

Usually, at such a banquet, it would take a lot of time for the attendees to drink with another.

I didn't know how long it would take before the dinner ended.

I couldn't let Shelton wait for me there in vain.

But Shelton refused and said, "I am not relieved to let girlfriend go home alone in the middle of the night."

Hearing that he called me his girlfriend, I felt that my heart skip a beat.

Thinking of what had happened before, I hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, then I'll send you the address. You don't have to go there too early. I'll inform you when the dinner is almost over."

"All right."

Shelton responded.

The taxi drove me all the way to the studio. I got changed with my home clothes, took a rest, and read a book.

If I had work in my hands, I had to finish it before I could relax.

Only after I finished all my works could I become relaxed and do other things.

The time for the banquet was almost up. I got changed, put on a little makeup, and went out.

This time, Calvin treated me to dinner in a restaurant called Chef Tang's. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

This restaurant was said to have been officially in business two years ago.

It was the first time that I had known this place and come here.

I took a taxi and arrived at the entrance of Chef Tang's. As soon as I got off the taxi, I saw the decoration at the entrance. Then I knew why it was called Chef Tang's.

It was a restaurant imitating the architectural design of Tang dynasty.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I was greatly intrigued. The design of the hall was quite sophisticated. At first glance, I could see that the indoor designer was quite familiar with the architecture of the Tang Dynasty.

What's more, the indoor designer had done a thorough research.

More importantly, this designer blended the characteristics of the architecture of the Tang Dynasty and those of modern design perfectly. Instead of thinking that the design looked abrupt, I thought it quite harmonious.

I had to know this designer!

After I went in, I went straight to the manager and asked, "Who is your boss? I want to know him."

"Boss?"

The manager looked at me with a puzzled look.

"Yes." I pointed at the buildings around us and said, "I want to know who designed this room."

I would leave City Y within a few days. If I couldn't get to know who had designed this restaurant, I probably would be quite disturbed.

The manager hesitated for a moment and said, "Please wait for a moment."

Instead of giving me a contact number, he asked me to wait.

Could it be that the boss was here?

The manager was about to go upstairs. Seeing that two men went downstairs, the manager made way for them. It wasn't until one of the men left that the manager spoke to the other man.

And I couldn't be more familiar with the man who was talking to the manager!

"Uncle Boris."

It was Boris Weil.

He was a friend of Ryan.

He went to visit Ryan in Town S frequently. I got along with him.

Boris looked up at me and asked the manager, "Are you talking about her?"

"Yes, it's her." The manager nodded. At this time, realizing that Boris and I knew each other, he said, "Then I'll go first."

"Uncle Boris, who is the designer of this restaurant? Can you introduce him/ her to me?"

Instead of beating around the bush with Boris, I asked him so first.

Boris thought for a moment and said, "Like you, she is an independent designer. But she isn't in City Y."

"It doesn't matter. Can you give me her contact information? I'll find her by myself."

"Yes. But I saved her contact number on my computer. I'll send it to you after I am home."

Boris said.

"Okay."

I nodded.

After resolving this matter, Boris asked me, "Charlotte, why didn't you tell me that you

were in City Y?"

"I decided to come here on the spur of the moment. I have been busy with the design of a project since I came here. I am so sorry."

I apologized to Boris. It was indeed my fault that I didn't contact him after I was here.

Boris didn't seem to take this matter to his heart at all. He asked, "Where's Glenn? Did he come with you?"