RedNovelMy Dady BR 230 Chapter 230 Want SWine?
Finished
As Charmaine wheeled Emyr into the private room, Veronica was already standing near the door, feeling so
embarrassed she wished she could sink into the floor.
When her eyes landed on Emyr, she rushed toward him, but as soon as she saw Charmaine behind him, she
froze, unsure of how to act.
Fearful, she nervously began, her voice trembling with barely controlled emotion. "Mr. Emyr ...
Emyr furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here?"
Veronica sniffled softly, her voice breaking, "I haven't seen you in so long, and when | saw everyone here, |
thought... maybe you'd be here too..."
Emyr's frown deepened as he processed her words.
He quickly glanced at Charmaine, who was observing Veronica with curious eyes. His expression shifted for a
brief moment.
Freya, already annoyed by Veronica's unexpected appearance, almost choked when Charmaine confidently
walked in right behind her.
"Emyr!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
Freya marched over, her voice sharp with disdain. "Didn't we agree to discuss business tonight? Now we have
one person after another showing up who isn't part of this! How are we supposed to accomplish anything?"
It was clear to everyone that Freya was taking aim at Charmaine.
Emyr's face darkened, his tone turning cold and authoritative. "If you don't want to discuss business, then eat. If
not, leave."
His words left no room for argument, and Freya's anger froze, her face paling.
Veronica, who had been shrinking with fear before Emyr arrived, couldn't help but feel a small sense of
satisfaction seeing Freya so speechless. Mr. Emyr is standing up for me, she thought.
Who told them to look down onearlier, even Keon!
If he had said something for me, Freya wouldn't have calledout like that just now!
A simmering mix of resentment and ambition bubbled up inside Veronica. The more Emyr defended her, the
more her desire for him grew.
One day, when Mr. Emyr accepts me, | will make those high-society heirs regret ever looking atwith
indifference.
The room fell silent, with everyone too nervous to speak, afraid of getting dragged into the escalating
tension.
Just then, a loud stomach growl broke the quiet.
Charmaine blinked, then asked matter-of-factly, "So, when do we eat?"
1/2
8
Chapter 230 Want SWine?
before we left."
Finished
Charmaine shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm still growing! That was just a tiny bite, and | finished it a long tago!"
Emyr shot her a sidelong glance, his voice low enough for only her to hear. "You ate that much, but the parts of
you that should grow still seem small."
What's he looking at now?! Charmaine fumed inwardly, her frustration mounting. She wanted to retort but
couldn't figure out what part of Emyr seemed inadequate.
Gah, it's so frustrating!
Emyr glanced at her cheeks, puffed up like a squirrel's, and his usual cold, angry expression softened into a
rare smile.
Watching the playful exchange between them, the others in the room were left stunned. It was as if they had just
witnessed a completely different side to Emyr. Veronica's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, while Freya
clenched her fists, glaring at Charmaine with envy. Both of them wished they could somehow erase her from the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmscene.
Shawn and the others, however, weren't as surprised. Picking up on the shift in Emyr's mood, Shawn said, "Well
then, let's skip the business talk for tonight. Let's treat this as a casual dinner instead."
The other heirs quickly chimed in, eager to go along with the change of pace.
"Yeah, it's been a while since we've all had a chance to hang out with Mr. Emyr and Mr. Keon. A casual meal
sounds nice."
"Business can wait. It's rare to have a private gathering like this."
Keon waved his hand toward the manager, signaling for the food to start coming
in.
As the group settled around the table, Shawn, Sinnova, and a few other heirs casually discussed the latest gossip
in their circles. Charmaine listened intently, clearly enjoying the lively conversation while eating eagerly.
As the mood lightened, the men clinked their glasses together and took a drink. The sweet aroma of the wine
filled the air, and Charmaine couldn't help but lick her lips.
Emyr lowered his glass and caught sight of her small gesture. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth, his
voice tinged with amusement. "You want swine?"
Charmaine's eyes sparkled, her previous irritated expression giving way to eager excitement. "Can 12!"
302
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
