"Me?" I defensively debated against her nonsense claim. "Since when did I do that? Your brother talks rubbish when I asked him about his whereabouts as you requested. So I cursed at him."
"Yeah, that's right, Mrs. de Guzman." Mr. Allen supported my statement. Perhaps it was his way of making it up to me for his mistake earlier. "I heard him mutter 'idiot' a while ago. He must be referring to your brother, Christoph."
"Charlie." Clarrise and I corrected Mr. Allen in unison.
"How many times do I have to tell you his name is Charlie, you idiot," I growled at him.
Clarisse smiled, making me a little confused. "Just bear with him for the time being, babe. Charlie has been like that since we were kids. Arrogant and cold sometimes, but he's a good person with a good heart."
"Perhaps he just wants some attention from you, boss." Mr. Allen seconded.
"Exactly my point. My brother isn't just like that to anyone. Not even to me, his sister. So, if he likes or keeps nagging you, it mea
