In the apartment.
Charles White was holding his cell phone with one hand and talking to his mother, while checking the time with the other.
Seeing that the agreed time with Zoe Yale was approaching, he picked up his jacket and stepped out the door.
"Mom, tell them I'm not a puppet of the family. I can decide for myself whom I want to marry, and I don't need them to forcibly pair me with a Lady of matching status. No matter who they've set their sights on, I won't comply with their demands, won't propose marriage, and they should give up on that notion."
Charles's thin lips parted slightly, his expression cold and harsh.
He was reluctant to enter the business world too early; there were still things he couldn't let go.
It's not that he's incapable or a playboy, those old guys know very well.
Suddenly eager to arrange a marriage alliance for him, it's only because when he brought Molly home back then, he didn't reveal her status, making them anxious.
