Calling him Charles and rubbing his face...
Did she really think of him as a pet?
Charles White's facial expression darkened, and just as he was about to lose his temper, Zoe Yale had already let go of him, urging, "Didn't you say I should listen to you? Hurry up and tell me how to eavesdrop!"
"..." Fine, business first, he'll correct her way of addressing him later.
Charles White pulled her behind him and made her obediently follow him as they walked towards the Golf Course where William Frans was.
William Frans, having not found anyone earlier, seemed to have dismissed his suspicions and returned to the Sports Field to play Golf with people beside him.
Charles White took Zoe Yale and hid her among some densely clustered, blooming flowers, instructing her to sit still and not to move.
"This place is so far away, how could I possibly hear anything if I stay here?" Zoe Yale saw him about to leave, reached out, and grabbed his sleeve, pouting.
