Chapter 203 He Doesn't Seem Too Friendly Towards Charlie

I bit my lip, holding back any objections. After all, our divorce was still under wraps. I trailed behind him, eyeing his broad shoulders. "Did you come for a meeting today?" I asked, knowing his usual distaste for these gatherings. "Mhm," he hummed, glancing back at me. "Do you want to drink?" I hesitated, then gave a half-shrug, half-nod. "A bit." He did not say more, and I did not push, following him to the private room. "Ms. Scott." The voice behind me was familiar. I spun around to see Inch, and I thought how odd it was that our paths crossed so often these days. Beside him sat the enigmatic Charlie in his wheelchair. Charlie was his usual self, cap and mask in place, only his bright eyes visible. I was not one to stare, and with Charlie's condition, it did not seem right to pry. So, after a brief glance, I addressed Inch, "Are you two here for dinner as well?" Inch wheeled Charlie forward, giving a small nod. "Charlie's here to talk business," he said. Then, turning to Id