Chapter 317 A Joke

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand clamped down hard on Charles' shoulder. Before he could whip around to see who it was, he got yanked back. Caught off guard, he staggered, sending his cottage cheese and fruit breakfast bowl flying, splattering him from head to toe. Though his clothes shielded him, the mess left him looking like a complete wreck. Charles clenched his tongue against his cheek, raised his head, and locked eyes with William. The smile lingered on William's lips, but his demeanor hinted at a chill. "Mr. Middleton, let's keep this civilized. What's with the hands-on approach?" Charles quipped. William fixed him with a stare. "Can you even talk civilly, Mr. Davis?" "Of course I can. Why wouldn't I?" Charles shrugged off his jacket, balled it up, and tossed his expensive custom suit into the trash without batting an eye. With a sly grin, he quipped, "Heard you played hero for Ms. Hoven last night at the hospital. Appreciate it. "Next time, though, shoot me a