Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"I'm at the company." Charlotte shrugged her shoulders helplessly and quickly continued, "I was working overtalone. Now all the doors are locked and I can't get out." "Did you call Shane?" Anne asked in confusion with a blank look on her face.

She had heard from Braden that Shane actually had genuine feelings for Charlotte. It was possible they might be sparks between them if they spent more ttogether.

"He did not answer his phone." Charlotte told the truthful. She had no intention to hide it.

"Wait forthere. I'll be right there." Anne hung up the phone and dragged a confused Braden to the Emerson Corporation.

Ten minutes later...

"Open the door!" Anne panted heavily with her hands on her hips as she pointed at the closed doors.

"Lottie, you're finally out." Charlotte stood there with a puzzled expression as the door opened. Anne immediately bent forward to pull her out, then anxiously asked her, "Why only you alone need to work overtime? What about others? Are you stupid?" "What's wrong?" Charlotte looked at the two people standing before her.

"How can you finish your work in a day? Besides, you're a shareholder of the company." After the security guard opened the door of the building, he couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "Didn't they say the whole building is empty tonight? Why is there still someone?" His voice was soft but anyone around could hear him clearly.

"Stop right there." Anne suddenly yelled and walked towards the security guard. "What did you say?" She asked doubtfully. "It's nothing." The security guard shook his head and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute. Who told you that this building was empty tonight?" Charlotte suddenly walked over, her gaze was ice cold.

If she was right, there was more to this matter.

"You must have heard wrongly." The security guard shook his head. He wanted to leave but was quickly subdued by Braden effortlessly. Anne couldn't help but blow a kiss towards Braden which made Charlotte look away.

She was so sick of their public displays of affections.

"Tell us!" Braden put more pressure on the security guard's neck. He leaned beside his ears menacingly and whispered, "Are you sure you won't tell us?" "I'll talk!" The security blurted with cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "It was a beautiful woman. She cby and toldto close up by six o'clock tonight since they are running a test on the security system." "Oh, who told you that?" Charlotte raised her head and asked the security guard scornfully.

"I don't know her name, ouch!" The security guard held back the pain in his arm and continued to protest, "I really don't know." "Mr. Collins, let him go. Maybe he really doesn't know." Charlotte paused for a moment and continued, "Thanks to him, I'm able to get out. Otherwise, I would've been stuck here all night." The corner of Charlotte's lips curled up bitterly There was no point in forcing an answer out of him. An order like this would only be done with Elaine's consent.

"Lottie..." Anne called out heart-wrenchingly.

"I'm fine." Charlotte immediately noticed Anne's worried eyes so she forced a smile and shook her head.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" Anne immediately grabbed Charlotte's hand and walked forward, ignoring Braden, who had been following her the whole time.

"Lottie, just order whatever you want" Anne handed the menu over to Charlotte.

"I'll have something simple. I need to get back to work soon." "You're not a robot!" Anne glared at her angrily. Then, she crossed her arms and pretended to be mad at her. Charlotte looked on with amusement. She rolled her eyes at Braden, who was sitting beside Anne. She was still not willing to put Anne into the hands of this playboy. "Mr. Writ is here. I need his approval to build a firm foundation at the Emerson Corporation." "Mr. Writ?" Anne suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at Braden. She seemed to be at a loss for words.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte cast a confused glance towards Anne, who was acting strangely. Eventually, she turned to look at Braden.

"It's better you give up. Mr. Writ will pick the NC Company for sure." Braden glanced at Charlotte arrogantly. He looked exactly like a playboy with his arms and legs crossed. "Why not?" Charlotte asked without a second thought.

"Lottie, actually, the renowned Mr. Writ is his classmate. The reason he cthis tis to take a look at the NC company." Anne explained in a weak voice, her voice gradually softened with each word.

"Let's have a fair competition." Charlotte quietly suggested to Braden.

"Lottie, is this task that important to you?" Anne asked softly when she saw the determination in Charlotte's eyes.

"Yes." Charlotte nodded her head vigorously.

It was true. This was not only important for the Emerson Corporation, it was also a turning point for her to gain respect in the design department.

"Braden..." Anne prompted him in a low voice.

"Let's compete fairly." Charlotte suddenly said to Braden with more certainty.

One was a chief designer while the other was a design manager. Both were quite skilled in the design department.

"Sounds good." Braden couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He had a newfound respect for Charlotte.

If it were another woman, she might herm have been thinking of using her m connections to gain Mr. Writ's approval. But, she didn't...

"Lottie, you have no way of finding him." Anne immediately threw cold water on Charlotte's aspirations but Charlotte didn't take note of her.

The next day, Charlotte thought of every possible method to contact Mr. Writ but they were a dead ends.

She was still unable to get any news from Ninable him. She couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Writ was really in the city. "What are you doing?" Charlotte answered her phone anxiously. She did not notice the note on the screen.

"Huh? I... I'm working." Charlotte's heart instantly beca mess when she heard his unusual voice.

"Do you want to meet Mr. Writ?" All of a sudden, Shane smiled mischievously as he thought of the startled look on Charlotte's face.

"Yes.' Charlotte gritted her teeth and fiddled with her work ID.

"Cout." Shane demanded the woman on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong?" "Didn't you say you wanted to meet Mr. Writ?" Shane felt slightly unhappy when he noticed there was a hint of wariness in her voice.

"... Yes, can you bringto him?" Charlotte asked, her voice was a mix of excitement and cautiousness.

"Yes." "Take your design draft with you." The corner of his lips curved up as he swirled the cup of coffee in his hand out of habit.

A few minutes later, Cole was asked to drive Shane out.

The car finally stopped in front of a grand looking restaurant. It wasm surrounded by eyecatching signboards at sight. "Let's go to a private booth."