Chapter 222

The moment Charles appeared, Amy Scott's face turned as pale as paper, unable to stop the shaking coursing through her body. Charles sardonically walked over, familiarly pulling out a chair next to Amy Scott and sat down. Subconsciously, Amy Scott stood up, inadvertently knocking her chair loudly to the floor. Dorothy looked up at the sound, noticing Amy Scott's off-color expression, guilt began to swirl in her. Was summoning Charles over the right decision after all? Before Dorothy could make sense of it all, Amy Scott, with a cold expression, greeted them. "Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Arnold, but there is something I need to deal with, so I must go." With those words, Amy Scott turns around and bolts out of there. Charles's face blackened akin to ink as the sound of footsteps grew further and further away, and the smile on his face slowly faded. "Damn it!" In a roar of anger, Charles kicked his chair away and chased after her. "…" Dorothy was startled by his sudden outburst.