Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 106 Missed Nelson and She Cried

Chapter 106 Missed Nelson and She Cried

An old man with white hair, but a sharp and vigorous spirit sat at the imposing conference table. Despite his gentle appearance, he furrowed his brow at this moment, exuding the fierce aura of a resilient military man.

He stared at the nonchalant figure and said sternly, "Nelson, I hope you've thought this through."

Nelson was dressed in a misty blue shirt. With two buttons on the collar undone, a glimpse of his finely sculpted collarbone revealed, and that accentuated his graceful neck.

A hint of casual and frivolous smile graced Nelson's face, but it was somewhat unnatural that such smile didn't show in his eyes. "Your Honor, I've thought it through very clearly."

The others around the conference table were silent like mice as they were too afraid to utter a word, fearing that any rash remark might get them crushed by these two powerful men.

But needless to say, it had been many years since anyone dared to speak to the president in such a manner.

Except for Nelson.

Nelson had never shown any reverence towards the ruling power of Guabia.

The usually decisive and ruthless old man fell into an unusual silence for a moment, "Are you threatening me?"

Nelson's handsome profile had a thrilling charm, and his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly. "Your Honor, I have your best interests at heart. If you continue to leave the Fourth Army under my

command, I can take over the President's Mansion anytime... One should defend one's interests and not allow others to encroach upon them. Your Honor, my intentions are sincere."

This treasonous talk made the others around the conference table break into a cold sweat on their backs, and they were unable to fathom how someone could dare to speak such words in front of the president!

It was like pointing at the emperor's nose in ancient times and saying, "I don't like the way you hold your position of authority. Step down and make way for me!"

Most of the people at the table were high-ranking officials from Province Cleron, and they witnessed Nelson's style of doing things for the first time. If it were the people from Seyso, they would have been long accustomed to such audacity and wouldn't find it strange.

Nelson said he would take over the President's Mansion? No problem, Your Honor wouldn't mind.

The officials of Province Cleron trembled with fear, but Nelson himself remained composed and smiled cryptically, "Your Honor, don't you agree with me?"

"..." the president was about to speak when suddenly a phone vibration broke the silence.

The officials from Province Cleron were scared out of their wits! Who in their right mind would dare to bring a phone to such an important meeting?! And to make matters worse, they didn't even put it on silent?! Just watching the two powerful men engage in their power play was nerve-wracking enough, but those few vibrations almost gave them heart attacks.

The officials of Province Cleron looked around with wide eyes as they tried to spot the culprit.

The culprit, with his slender fingers, casually fished out the phone from beside him and lazily said, "Excuse me, folks, it's my call."

The officials of Province Cleron were speechless. Seriously, even if Nelson had ordered some pizza takeaway right now, all they could do was drool and they wouldn't dare to say a thing!"

In truth, Nelson wasn't in a great mood.

He flew to Province Cleron overnight, expecting some significant matter, but it turned out to be the same annoying clichés. However, he was skilled at concealing his emotions, and not even the president could tell what he was truly feeling.

The phone kept vibrating, and Nelson glanced at it. It showed 'Honey'.

Tsk-ing, Nelson became curious about why Charlotte called him. The previous annoyance dissipated, and it was replaced by the mischievous thoughts of an old man teasing a little kid. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"... Mr. Clark," Charlotte's voice was soft and clingy, like a sweet cake, but with a hint of trembling. Nelson could tell from Charlotte's voice that she had surely just cried.

Nelson furrowed his brows in worry, "What's wrong?"

Charlotte didn't want to tell Nelson about her embarrassing situation, so she choked out softly, "... I... I miss you."

Nelson was taken aback.

Charlotte was equally bewildered.

Oh hold on, what did she just say?! Ahhh! Why did she blurt out her true feelings like that?! She felt like dying, like right now!

In a panic, Charlotte's instinct was to hang up the phone, but Nelson said, "Hey girl, don't you dare to hang up my call."

Charlotte, "..." She had no courage to do so.

Nelson was in a good mood now, "What did you say just now? Say it again."

Charlotte stammered, "... I didn't say anything. I'm fine now. Well, Mr. Clark, I believe it would be best for you to continue with your busy schedule."

Nelson had no intention of letting her off so easily. "You miss me, huh? I'll be back tomorrow... Did you miss me so much that you cried?"

Charlotte immediately retorted, "No way!"

Nelson challenged her, "Then why were you crying just now?"

Charlotte was speechless.

How should she reply?

Should she admit that she was crying because she missed Nelson, which would be embarrassing, or should she tell him that she was framed with compromising photos, which would be equally embarrassing?

In agony, Charlotte let out a sob and finally decided to hang up, taking the risk of being scolded. She concocted a little white lie in her mind. She would say the signal suddenly went bad because of her old phone!

...

Looking at the darkened phone screen, Nelson clicked his tongue, "Little girl."

The president observed his expression and carefully asked, "A younger family member?"

"Sort of," Nelson replied casually.

The president pondered for a moment but couldn't recall which younger relative would receive such doting treatment from Nelson. It must be someone new. He inquired, "Is something wrong?"

"She misses me," Nelson stood up as he picked up his coat from the side, and added playfully, "I'll head back now."

The president was speechless

Others dared not to speak a word.

Nelson left the conference room with his expression softening as he made a call to Waylon, "Check if anything happened to Charlotte recently."

...

Nicholas knocked on the door of the villa in front of her.

A slender-figure young man, Nicholas, who was wearing a white shirt, stood there. Sunlight filtered through the osmanthus trees planted near the villa's entrance, casting specks of gold on him and giving his handsome face a gentle illusion.

After waiting for a while, the door finally opened. An old servant looked at the young man cautiously, "...Who are you looking for?"

Nicholas replied coldly, "Owen Robinson."

The servant shivered immediately and hurriedly said, "Mr. Robinson has been taken away! Those people were fierce and ruthless..."

Nicholas was taken aback, "Taken away?"

The servant nodded frantically, "Yes, it happened just over ten minutes ago... I don't know anything about it, please don't ask me."

With that, the door slammed shut.

Nicholas's eyes darkened.

Owen was taken away over ten minutes ago?! Could it be that the people scheming behind the scenes were really that powerful, and capable of abducting a well-known coal mine owner in broad daylight? If they had such tremendous power, why they had to go through all the trouble of ruining Charlotte's reputation?

So... who were these audacious people who took Owen away?