After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 111 Oscar's Jealousy

Naturally, Hannah responded "no" knowing that Charles was planning something bad for her. Hannah added, "You could also say it on the phone to make it clear." "It's hard to explain over the phone."

"Then don't."

"Just give me a chance, okay? I swear, if you don't forgive me after this, I'll never bother you again." He sounded anxious and sincere, seeming to be afraid of her refusal.

Charles was a good masquer. If she hadn't experienced what had happened in her previous life, she wouldn't have known what a cruel, horrible man Charles was. Nevertheless, Hannah said, "Okay."

She just wanted to know what Charles was up to and how sick he could get. Through this, she wouldn't give Charles any more reason to hound her. In fact, she was disgusted at the sound of Charles's voice, not to mention seeing him.

"I'll pick you up tonight when you get off work," Charles said with joy.

"No," Hannah refused. "You give me the address. I'll get there myself."

"Okay." He was too careful to say no to Hannah's request.

Back in the day, when they were in a relationship, she was always the one to make compromises.

Men, as expected, are born jerks.

She hung up and dove back into work.

At the end of work, the phone rang. Hannah was working on a marketing program, and she was so engrossed in it that she turned it on without giving a glance at the screen of the phone. She assumed that Charles was pushing her to get off work. After all, he didn't want to waste a minute waiting for her.

She gazed at the computer screen when talking on the phone. "Charles, I have some work to finish. I'm not off for a while."

Hannah waited for a long time. However, there was no response from the other side of the phone. Suddenly, she found something wrong and quickly took a look at her phone.

It was a call by Oscar. Inexplicably she felt herself misunderstood to be a cheater in an affair. Hannah gritted her teeth.

When Oscar had been away for two or three days, he hadn't called Hannah since her first day at work. The call was something out of expectation for her now.

Hannah put the phone back to her ear, "It's you."

She sounded very calm, and she told herself that she had done nothing wrong. Anyway, they only had a marriage of convenience. She did not have to report her whereabouts to Oscar. "Let you down." The voice seemed to show little emotion.

"What can I do for you?" Hannah asked casually, ignoring Oscar's last words.

"Nothing."

"Why are you calling me?" thought Hannah.

"Are you going to meet Charles?" Oscar asked.

"There's something to be cleared up."

"So you chose the evening," Oscar concluded in the same cold tone.

"I'm usually at work during the day." Hannah explained.

Oscar didn't speak to her for a long while, and Hannah thought Oscar had hung up. She took the phone from her ear and had a look. After confirming that the call was still going on, she said again, "When are you coming back?" She changed the topic.

"Does it matter to you whether I come back or not?" Oscar asked.

Hannah was just asking, however, she didn't answer him as she thought it would hurt Oscar, who was a narcissist.

"That's all," Oscar did not ask further. Then he hung up. Hannah stared at the phone, still a little dazed. Oscar's voice revealed his resignation.

Hannah decided not to think about it. After all, it was barely possible to make a playboy like Oscar fall in love with her. Moreover, he was different from Charles.

If she didn't need to expect anything from Oscar, she would not be hurt a little, she thought.

On the other end of the line, Oscar was at the Kensbury International Airport.

Theodore looked at Oscar, who seemed annoyed. He got baffled by the sudden change in Oscar's mood.

"Do you want Hannah to pick you up? Should I leave now?" Theodore asked him because It was Oscar who said they would go their separate ways after getting off the plane. Oscar walked straight out of the airport with a glum look.

Theodore was slightly displeased. He thought him buddy had been acting weird ever since he had Hannah.

It was 8 pm. Hannah arrived at the restaurant Charles texted her, which was a high-end restaurant with an elegant environment.

She was led by the staff into a private room. The view from the room was superb, with a huge French window showing a panoramic view of the city at night.

Hannah had never been to a fancy romantic dinner with Charles, not to mention a candlelight dinner. She had never once asked Charles to wait for her. Every time they had a date, she ordered the meal in advance, and it was she who waited for him. His excuse for being late every time was always his busy work. And each time she would tell him that she had just waited a while.

Now, when he waited for her for two hours, what did he feel? He probably got mad.

After all, in Charles' mind, he had a deep-seated feeling that he was superior to her. There was nothing she could do to change his self-righteous sense of superiority.

And since he was such a noble person, he had probably flown into a rage after being kept waiting for so long.

Charles, of course, had no choice but to repress his anger. Hannah thought his smile was awkward when she saw him, yet she smiled and pretended not to know that. "I'm sorry. I was just working on more things, so please excuse the delay."

"It doesn't matter how long I wait for you," Charles said with an affectionate face, instantly disguising himself.

In return, Hannah just faked a smile and there was no mood swing in her.

Repressing his wrath, Charles thought Hannah was arrogant and had overestimated herself too much. And he hated her for she even showed a poker face when he said something so affectionate. Charles rang the bell, and the waiter brought them dinner.

"The top-of-the-line veal steak in the restaurant was all imported from Florence. It's only ten servings a day. With the secret mushroom sauce, it's delicious. Try it." Charles was very polite. Hannah laughed and said, "I'm allergic to mushrooms."