Charlotte''s actions rendered me speechless. I used to believe she was a genuinely nice person, only that Lina had misled her. But now, she was even worse than Lina.


    At least after breaking up with Lina, I never helped her again. But Charlotte? I had helped her several times—both openly and behind the scenes. Not only had she never returned the favor, but she also badmouthed me behind my back. This was the definition of ingratitude!


    "I don''t know. I''ve never wronged her. She just doesn''t like me from the start."


    Lina sighed. "It''s my fault. I spoke ill of you in front of her early on, which gave her


    a bad impression of you. That''s why she''s been pushing you away. If you want, I can speak well of you to change her opinion of you."


    "No need. Let her say whatever she wants."


    If it were someone I cared about, I would exin myself. But Charlotte? She didn''t deserve an exnation.


    Upon hearing this, Lina immediately became anxious. "You never bother to exin yourself. It''s because you never exin that we''ve had so many misunderstandings!"


    "What? Are you trying to me me for our breakup? Lina, when I was with you, I never lied to or did anything to hurt you."


    "How can you still say that you didn''t lie to me?" Her voice was filled with grievance.


    "If you had just told me the truth from the beginning and told me you were just the son of a fruit vendor, how would I have misunderstood you as a vain person?


    "Of course I''m not ming you. I know I''ve done many things wrong. I''ve really realized my mistakes now. I don''t care about your background at all. I want to be with you for the long haul."


    Here we go again. In the end, she still wanted to get back together. I sighed. "Lina, even if I forgive you and even if I really got back together with you, it wouldn''tst. You love the spotlight, enjoy showing off, and relish being above others.


    "But I just want to live a low-profile life. Even if I have money, I don''t want to unt it. The thing I hate most is being at the center of attention. We''re just notpatible."


    "I don''t! William, believe me. I''ve changed! I won''t be so vain anymore. Just give me one more chance!"


    This time, I chose to hang up the phone immediately. She would never give up if I didn''t cut her off hard. Not long after hanging up, I received a message from the bar''s owner.


    She was now managing the bar for me and would regrly report on its status. The message read, "Mr. White, the new batch of stock in the wine cer has been checked. Would you like toe by tonight?"


    "Sure. I''lle over and take a look."


    I hadn''t visited the bar since I bought it.


    Firstly, I trusted the owner''s management, and secondly, I didn''t really care much about it. I bought the bar mainly for its location and poprity. Whether it was profitable or not wasn''t my main concern.


    However, alcohol was the bar''s most important product and the easiest thing for employees to shortchange or substitute. I couldn''t let my guard down.


    After dinner, headed to the bar. It was busy, with many customers, so I didn''t go straight to the owner. Instead, sat in a corner as a customer, drinking and enjoying myself while using my phone and observing the bar''s operations.


    Cóntent


    After a whole evening of observation, I found that the bar was doing well. The drinks and food were provided promptly.


    Aside from a few instances where the service staff''s attitude wasn''t great, there were no significant issues.


    When the bar closed for the night, my phone rang immediately.


    "Mr. White, we''re about to close. You cane over now."