My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 501 - チャプター 510

Upon hearing the voice messages from Julie, Charlotte couldn't shake the strong suspicion that the Winslets were in Portchester City. This triggered a faint memory of someone else. Ash was always by his side. If Ash was here, then where was he?Lost in thought while staring at her phone screen, she was suddenly jolted by an abrupt brake and the ensuing commotion. She narrowly avoided colliding with the seat in front of her, causing her phone to slip from her hand.Amid complaints, Mr. Logan uttered, "Everyone, please be quiet."The bus came to a halt on the side of the road. Charlotte, intent on retrieving her phone, bent down but couldn't find it. She requested those around her to help search."Mr. Carlson, it's a pleasure to meet you.""You’re from the drama troupe?""Yes, that's right."Ahead, Mr. Logan and a man were engaged in a conversation, and the other person's voice sounded somewhat tipsy.Charlotte happened to notice the location of her phone, so she called Mary. Mar

Mr. Logan didn't expect Charlotte to be so resolute. In his previous dealings with Jessica, she would usually compromise, so he felt a little upset about Charlotte's firmness. However, he also considered her influential background and didn't want to stir up trouble. Furthermore, there was a large group of people waiting for them upstairs, and he didn't want to waste more time with Charlotte."Fine!" he waved his hand dismissively. "If you don't want to go, don't."As soon as he spoke, he glanced at the other girls in the room."As for the rest of you, get ready and come upstairs with me.""Mr. Logan..." one of the girls said softly.Mr. Logan raised his voice, "If you're not willing to go, you can leave and wait to be dismissed. I've never met artists as difficult to serve as you. We're just having a couple of drinks, and you're making it sound like I'm trying to sell you."He pointed at Charlotte, "She's the lead actress. Although they specifically requested her, it's fine if sh

"How many years have you been in the industry?" Preston asked."Two to three years," Lucy replied."So long? You don't look like it," Preston remarked with deliberate closeness. His hand had already descended, encircling Lucy's waist. Charlotte watched the unsettling scene, her skin crawling. She noticed Lucy clutching her hand, her face pallid, trying to endure the intrusion.Charlotte rolled her eyes and, subtly beneath the table, nudged Mr. Logan. He glanced at her, wearing an awkward expression, but he recalled her earlier threat and reluctantly poured a glass of alcohol, rising to toast Preston.Preston, now slightly distanced, accepted the drink from Mr. Logan and downed it.As he placed the empty glass down, a bespectacled man with an elegant demeanor took a bottle of strong liquor and circumvented most of the table to approach Charlotte and Lucy from behind."Allow me to refill the glasses of these two lovely ladies," he said casually.Charlotte noticed that he was pouri

"One person is not enough. I suggest a few of you line up, press your legs against the table, and give us a performance," one of the men suggested, revealing their crude intentions. The idea of a group of women in tight dresses raising their legs and pressing them against the edge of the dining table was disturbingly perverse. Charlotte felt her anxiety spike, wondering why the main branch of the Carlsons hadn't arrived to intervene.Preston called over a few more people and insisted that Charlotte drink a couple more glasses. Simultaneously, he called over several girls, including Lucy, to join her. The crowd urged them on, and Charlotte and Lucy exchanged worried glances, both sweating from the pressure. On the table, Mr. Logan was also growing uneasy, but he couldn't stop the situation now.Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, causing everyone to turn toward the source of the noise. Mary, who had been held by one of the men, had been subjected to something dreadful, leading her t

Preston introduced Charlotte as if she were a commodity, making his intentions blatantly obvious: he wanted to please Griffith. Clyde, observing this, found it embarrassing, and his expression soured."Come, let's toast Mr. Wilson," Preston proposed.Reluctantly, Charlotte's hand rose to accept the glass Preston handed her. Her face turned bright red as she realized that the man across the table was watching her closely. The day she left the mansion, she had resolved to sever ties with Griffith. To suddenly meet him again in such an awkward situation felt worse than a public humiliation.She hesitated, frozen in place, creating an uncomfortable silence at the table.Griffith, sitting at the head of the table, studied her. After just a few days of not seeing her, he noticed her pallid complexion and weight loss. Without conscious thought, he furrowed his brow, feeling irritated by her disheveled appearance.Suddenly, a man seated beside Griffith, Ash, stood up, capturing everyone's