My Ex's Uncle Became My Husband

"I want the best PR you have here," Charlotte walked into Saint Tropez, the most famous bar in Arcadia City. Here, there are outstanding male PRs.

Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her beautiful figure. With her unique makeup, she looked like a rose in the dark night. The male in pub couldn't help but stare at her.

About ten minutes ago...

"Charlotte, you finally figured it out," Charlotte's good friend Isabella said next to her. "Lott, if you dare to flirt with that handsome guy in front, I'll give you this month's allowance."

"No, with your allowance, there's not much, it's still your brother who gives it to you," Charlotte said, already a little tipsy, shaking her head.

"Then you will be content to be betrayed by George today. Today is your engagement day, and this guy actually got together with your half-sister Eva," Isabella said indignantly for Charlotte.

"You're right, this guy, Eva, my stepsister, even sent me photos of them in bed. She's not afraid that I'll just post them online directly. It's shameless," Charlotte recalled seeing the photos of the two rolling around, extremely angry.

"Lott, look at that handsome guy in front of you. How handsome his profile is, that inverted triangle body shape. I study art, and this is clearly a masterpiece. No wonder he's the best in the nightclub," Isabella stirred the wind. "If you don't go, I'll go. I'm drooling over this masterpiece."

Isabella seemed like she was going to stand up.

"Wait, I'll go," Charlotte, frustrated by George and Eva, and a little intoxicated by alcohol, saw the handsome guy in front of her, somewhat eager to try.

"Hi, handsome boy, let me buy you a drink," Charlotte's steps were already unstable as she patted the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

Sebastian turned his head, "Is there something wrong?" He was a bit annoyed to be disturbed. Today, he came to discuss business with his partner about this nightclub.

His handsome face was cold and indifferent.

"I said I'll buy you a drink." The nightclub was a bit noisy, so Charlotte had to speak louder, partly to bolster her courage.

"I'm not deaf, I can hear you," Sebastian looked coldly at the girl in front of him, with a clear and beautiful face and a well-proportioned figure.

"You tell me, how much for you tonight, I'll cover it," Charlotte turned her head to look at Isabella's expression, feeling that she couldn't lose, she whispered in Sebastian's ear.

Charlotte's lips brushed Sebastian's earlobe, giving Sebastian a feeling of electricity passing through.

He knew he had a psychological condition and didn't like girls touching him.

This girl, however, made him feel unexpectedly different.

"I don't have a price," Sebastian said.

"What do you mean you don't have a price?" Charlotte was dissatisfied, "Don't your nightclub PRs all have prices?"

"Sebastian, do you need my help?" Sebastian's partner Nathan spoke up.

"No need," Sebastian waved his hand, lifted Charlotte up.

"Let's go. I have a room on the top floor," Sebastian took a step forward towards the elevator.

Isabella was stunned.

"Lotte, where are you going?" she called out anxiously.

"Bella, it's okay, I'll go up and sit for a while, you go back first," Charlotte felt she couldn't back down at this moment.

Being carried in Sebastian's arms, Charlotte struggled to get down from his arms in the elevator.

"What's wrong, having second thoughts?" Sebastian looked at the girl in his arms, teasing.

Charlotte's face reddened even more, "What do I have to regret?"