Chapter 64

Under the heavy silence in the room, Charlotte White grabbed a premium bottle of liquor, filled her glass to the brim, and forced a smile as she looked at Alexander Barron and Summer Knight. “Mr. Barron, Miss Knight, about what happened this morning—it was my fault. I’m here to make it right.” She flashed a polite smile at Alexander, but her gaze turned subtly sharp the second it shifted to Summer. Deep down, her spite was far from gone. No way had she forgotten the way Summer sent her straight to the hospital earlier that day. The massive bruise on her forehead—barely covered with layers of concealer—was a constant, burning reminder. That grudge? Still alive and kicking. “But the thing is, Summer’s not really feeling that ‘forgive and forget’ mood. So now what?” Summer didn’t even spare her a glance. Zero reaction, zero tolerance. She wasn’t playing nice. The atmosphere in the private room got even frostier. “Alexander, can’t you do something about your girl?” William Frost tried to e