Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 1587

Just as Emily stepped out, she bumped into Gavin in the hallway.

"Emily!" Gavin greeted her with a grin.

She flashed him a smile, "Hey, Gavin!"

"Well, ain't this a coincidence! You're here too?" Gavin asked, chuckling.

"I'm here for a class reunion!" Emily replied with a pleasant smile.

"Mr. James is here too, why not pop over and say hi?" Gavin suggested.

Emily bit her lip, and the smile faded a bit on her face, "Nah, I wouldn't wanna bother Mr. James."

"He doesn't mind at all. He was just talking about you!" Gavin grabbed her arm without waiting for a response and headed towards a private room, "Something about some tech issues with your partner company, TechNova."

Emily frowned. She was planning to discuss this with Charlie the next morning, but it seemed he already knew.

Without a word, she followed Gavin to meet Charlie.

As she pushed open the door to the private room, Charlie was the only one inside. There were bottles of booze before him, and a cigarette was hanging off his lips.

"Mr. James, guess who I brought!" Gavin joked.

Charlie looked up and was momentarily surprised to see Emily.

"Mr. James," Emily greeted formally.

Charlie didn't respond, simply put out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Emily heard the door close behind her and turned to find Gavin was gone, leaving her alone with Charlie.

Her heart pounded as Gavin had urged her to come closer. Could it really be about work?

Emily paled instantly and replied, "Wilson and I are classmates. We're just having a reunion. Work wasn't involved."

"Didn't I tell you to keep your distance from him outside of work?" Charlie's tone was calm but his aura icy.

Emily involuntarily stepped back, "This is off-hours. You have no right to dictate who I interact with!"

"No right, huh?" Charlie reached out to caress Emily's cheek, his fingers cold as ice, "Is that why you wanted to break up? Because you found Wilson? Is he superior to me?"

Emily didn't explain, she let him speculate.

"Speak up!" Charlie's fingers pressed against her lips, his eyes cold, "In what way is he better than me? He gives you a bouquet of flowers and you're all smiles. Are the things I gave you worth less than a bouquet of flowers?"

Emily's face was ghostly white. She turned her head, trying to escape his touch.

Seeing her reaction, Charlie felt a surge of anger. He reached up to grasp her face again, "Take off your clothes. I need you now!"