The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 924 You Touched The Wrong Girl

Holley knew that she couldn't weasel out of it today. She sneakily texted George to ask for help, then sat on the floor, and waited in fear.

Susan brought Charles to Chuck. Charles nodded when he saw Cary.

It was too unfriendly a scene for old friends who finally reunited. But the only thing Charles cared about now was Sheryl-he was not in the mood for courtesy.

"Mr.... Mr. Lu?!" Chuck didn't expect to see the man ever again. He stared at him, watching him walk over and swallowed nervously. He had already seen how cruelly Charles treated Holley. He was positive he was a dead man.

"What brings you here?" Chuck asked awkwardly.

Susan took a hateful glance at Chuck and then addressed Charles, "This guy took Sher away! It's him!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Chuck shuddered inwardly and tried to explain himself. His voice was anxious. "Mr. Lu, listen. I can explain..."

Sweat formed on Chuck's forehead, and the beads began to run into his brows. But Charles just wanted him to get to the point. He stared at Chuck sullenly and asked, "Where is she?"

"What? Who?" Chuck was stunned, not knowing exactly what he was asking. This poor man was totally freaked out.

"Where is she? I won't ask again." Charles repeated the question in a deep voice, on the brink of eruption. Only he knew how hard he was fighting to keep his composure.

"She..." Chuck mumbled. He took a glance at Charles and then at Cary, not knowing how to answer. They were both too powerful for him to anger. He didn't know which side he should choose. When Chuck was hesitating, Cary spoke up. "She's in my room," he said.

When Charles heard Cary's answer, he was surprised. He didn't know what happened during that period. Before he could say anything, Cary took out his room card and gave it to Charles. "She's safe now." "Thanks!" Charles replied briefly. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were good friends and he knew Cary, so he was quite sure that Cary could keep Sheryl safe.

"Wanna see her now?" Cary asked softly. "I'll take care of things here."

"Okay," Charles replied and left immediately. Susan followed him into Cary's room.

When he opened the door, he saw Sheryl quietly lying in the bed. He was visibly relieved with hunched shoulders. He rushed inside.

"Sher," he said gently, touching her face. "Sher. It's me." Charles tried to wake her up. Sheryl opened her eyes in a daze. When she recognized the man at her side, she smiled in a laid-back way. "Hey..." she said in greeting.

She struggled to sit up. However, she felt that all her strength had left her. She couldn't even raise her upper body. The next moment she fell back into the bed again.

Thank God the bed was soft enough. She was unhurt.

When Charles saw that, he went into panic mode. "What happened, Sher? You okay? You hurt?"

"I'm fine." Sheryl shook her head. "Holley drugged me. It's a side effect. It'll wear off soon."

While they talked, Susan started to sob by the bedside.

"What's wrong?" Sheryl asked Susan.

"Sher, I'm so scared!" Susan said as she kept sobbing. "I was so worried that something bad happened to you. I couldn't imagine..."

"I'm fine. Take it easy!" Sheryl comforted Susan. "See, I'm okay now. Chill."

Charles looked at Sheryl and said, "Stay here and rest. I got something I need to do."

"Okay." Sheryl nodded. She knew Charles was going to have it out with Chuck and Holley. They were so dead.

Before he left, he took one last glance at Susan. "Stay here and make sure she's okay."

"No problem!" Susan said, nodding.

It was a big load off Charles' mind, now that he knew Sheryl was safe. Now it was his turn to get back at the authors of all this drama.

He would teach them a lesson. No one messed with Sheryl.

After Charles went upstairs, Chuck tried to leave. Cary stepped in his way. "You have to let me go," Chuck complained, sounding pitiful. "She's back safe and sound, and I didn't lay a finger on her! It's not my fault!"

"Go?" Cary asked with a smile. He said, "If I let you go, Charles will get ticked at me."

He stared at Chuck with pity. "You have balls of steel, you know that? Touching Charles' woman like that."

"I..." Chuck didn't know how to explain and he didn't know how things got that far either. "She's just a ho, and hos fuck whoever pays them. Why can't I fuck her since I paid?"

Chuck argued indignantly. He still did not understand what he did wrong. He asked Cary, "How was I supposed to know that he liked her? If I knew that, I wouldn't have done anything."

"A ho?" Cary was shocked by his answer. He asked, "Who told you that?"

"Miss Ye. You know, with BM Corporation," Chuck replied. He continued to complain, "I didn't know. You gotta believe me! Holley came to me first! And yeah, I was hot for her. I'm a guy. Guys always lose their heads over women, right?"

Chuck tried to defend himself. He looked at Cary through his pitiable eyes. "How did I know he'd get so pissed and even come for her personally! I..."

Chuck paused and smiled bitterly. He continued to beg Cary, "Come on! Let me out of here!"

"Not happening, man. Keep dreaming," Cary sneered coldly. "Can't help you this time," he said. "But I can tell you something."

"What... What thing?" Chuck asked anxiously.

"That call girl isn't Charles' mistress, but..." Cary paused, knowing that the answer would shock him. He continued, "She's his wife, and the mother of his two kids."

"What? No! It's impossible!" Chuck cried desperately. He was totally shocked. How was it possible? So everything Holley told him was a lie.

"D-Didn't... his wife die three years ago?" Chuck asked, desperately grasping at straws. He really didn't know.

"No. She wasn't." Cary didn't know it either until he met Sheryl. Then he realized that Sheryl was actually Autumn. "I'm telling you this, because I need you to know-you touched the wrong girl!"