Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)
Chapter 101 The Person Behind Margaret

Chapter 101 The Person Behind Margaret

"These are my affairs..." Margaret's voice suddenly became a little calm.

Charleston's eyes narrowed, and his face turned a little grim.

Margaret noticed that Charleston's expression had changed, but she still wanted to say, "Mr. Limbaugh, I know that you are very kind to me, but I will tell you honestly that I have no feelings for you at all."

There was none at all.

Charleston pursed his lips.

Margaret knew that by saying this, she might be a little cruel.

However, it was the truth.

Charleston was very nice to her, but he was also very kind to many other people.

Moreover, it was impossible for her to fall in love with anyone else again after her previous experience with men.

Margaret's heart had long been hardened. All the things she felt previously were only because she had suddenly felt warmth after being alone for a long time. That was why she felt a little touched. That was right. She was just touched. There were no other feelings at all.

Margaret told herself in her heart.

"Are you sure?" Charleston looked deeply into Margaret's eyes.

"I'm sure." Margaret turned her head away, not wanting to see Charleston's expression.

In an instant, the air seemed to be frozen.

After a long time, Charleston finally spoke, "You should go upstairs and rest."

Margaret was flustered for a moment. She nodded and then rushed upstairs.

She ran up so quickly; it was as if she was desperate to run away.

Looking at her flustered figure, which was like a little white rabbit's, Charleston suddenly felt a little funny.

He felt a dull pain in his heart.

Charleston was silent for a moment. Then he took out his phone and called Elvis.

Elvis was in a state of being heartbroken because he was 'betrayed' by his uncle.

After getting Charleston's call, he toughened himself up and answered, "Uncle, what do you want? I have things to do. Tell me quick." "Come over to the Night Dream Bar." Charleston's voice was extremely deep.

Elvis widened his eyes, "I don't want to go to the bar!"

His uncle was so bold. How dare he go to that bar after getting together with Margaret?

"Do you want to go or not?" Charleston's voice grew even colder.

Elvis immediately became so scared that his body shuddered. "Fine, fine. I'll go."

He was instantly back to being a coward.

After Charleston hung up the phone, he got up and glanced upstairs. Then he walked out.

The luxurious private room door opened.

Elvis came in with four beautiful women behind him.

They all had an angelic face and a great figure. Each one looked stunning.

Charleston had mild mysophobia, thus these girls were chosen after careful consideration. They were absolutely clean and beautiful.

Moreover, all of them were only 18 years old.

Charleston propped his long legs on the crystal table.

He looked at the girls behind Elvis without any emotion.

However, all the girls were very excited.

After all, the man in front of them was Mr. Limbaugh.

As long as they could hook up with him for a night, they would no longer have to worry about their future glory and wealth.

"Uncle Charles, why are you so depressed? Does Margaret know that you are here?" Elvis still could not help sighing.

He was forced by his uncle to come here to drink all of a sudden.

And Charleston wanted him to pick some gorgeous girls for him.

This was really...

Elvis thought of how his mother had always praised his youngest uncle for being so smart and capable.

At this moment, Elvis only wanted to go back home and roar at his mother, "How could this man be considered as smart and capable?"

"I just want to give this a try." Charleston said suddenly.

Give this a try?

Try what?

Elvis suddenly felt a little puzzled.

These girls knew Charleston's identity, so a few bold ones solicitously surrounded him.

They were not wearing any makeup, but as soon as they got close to Charleston, he could smell something unpleasant.

He frowned as if he was being forced to endure something.

In the end, he could not tolerate it.

Charleston picked up the girl who was the closest to him and threw her hard on the ground. "Get lost. You stink."

One of them boldly handed her hand to Charleston and said, "Mr. Limbaugh, smell me. Do I smell better?"

She had deliberately sprayed a very faint lily perfume on herself before the meetup.

Charleston furrowed his handsome eyebrows, "Were you just dragged out of the bathroom?"

He asked in disgust and irony.

The girl's face turned pale.

"Uncle, there's something wrong with your nose. I think she smells good. Besides, I've picked them after careful consideration. They are the cream of the crop at Night Dream Bar," Elvis hurriedly said. The cream of the crop!

Even the stinky ones made it as the cream of the crop!

"It's a miracle that Night Dream Bar hasn't gone out of business yet," Charleston mocked coldly.

Elvis felt a little embarrassed, "Uncle, this Night Dream Bar is one of your businesses."

Charleston felt inexplicably annoyed. D*mn it, he must have been out of his mind to come here.

No one was comparable to Margaret's scent.

That d*mn woman was simply his drug. He had been addicted ever since he got to taste her. He just couldn't seem to quit her.

Sure enough, Margaret was his only salvation. No one could replace her.

To Charleston, everyone else was unattractive. They made his stomach twist in disgust.

"If you like these women, I'll give them to you," Charleston said coldly.

When Elvis heard Charleston's words, he quickly waved his hand and refused, "No. If Margaret replaces out, I will be beaten again."

"Are you close to her?" Charleston squinted his eyes and looked at his nephew. There was a hint of danger in his tone.

The rascal, Elvis nodded. He then said, "Yes, we met in Milesburg. I was at a bar flirting with a girl, but she started crying out of nowhere. Then, Margaret came up and beat me up. Our friendship started from an argument."

"Why was she at the bar?" Charleston asked doubtfully.

"To make money," Elvis said. "She seemed in need of money."

"Do you know if she has any child around her?" Charleston thought of the child named Beanie.

Elvis shook his head and said honestly, "I haven't seen any."

"Was she only selling beers at the bar? Did you notice if there were any powerful people around her?" Charleston asked again.

"Haha, Uncle, are you joking? If there is such a powerful person around her, why would she need to sell beers? That won't make her much money at all," Elvis laughed.

Charleston narrowed his eyes.

That was right, Elvis's words did make sense. However, if Margaret really did not know any influential person, why was all her information in Milesburg erased? Why could he still not discover anything even with Limbaugh family's power?