Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Carlisle glanced back at the man who escorted him up..

“He’s my driver. He’s been with me for six years. Speak up if you have something to say!”

Carlisle shook his head. “I can only discuss this with you.”

Lethan paused for a moment

“Speak or get lost!” John said.

Lethan gestured for John to leave. John, give us some time alone.”

“But boss…”

“A kid in his teens can’t possibly hurt me, can he?” Lethan said with a chuckle.

John glared at Carlisle before turning to leave.

The waiter set down two cups of coffee.

Lethan lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee. “Can we finally talk now?”

Not speaking immediately, Carlisle stirred his coffee.

“Hm?”

Lethan looked up at Carlisle with an air of authority about him.

Carlisle took out his phone and sent Lethan a text message.

Lethan took out his phone and read the text. He furrowed his brow.

“You may be under surveillance, so I can’t talk to you about it directly. I’ll keep texting you. Don’t show shock or anger when you read the messages!”

What was this kid up to? Surveillance? Was this some kind of joke?

Lethan took another sip of his coffee as he planned to leave.

He thought Carlisle probably wanted a shortcut to a job in his company after graduation, so he tried to get his attention with a wild stunt.

Another text alert sounded.

Lethan hesitated for a while, but he opened the message anyway.

“Your wife and driver are having an affair. They plan to liquidate three billion from your company in three days!”

Lethan slammed his fist down on the table. Both cups of coffee fell over.

Carlisle was splattered with coffee.

John rushed over. “Boss… What happened?”

Lethan’s eyes fixed on Carlisle, his face filled with endless rage.

He loved his wife dearly, and his driver had been like a brother to him for six years. Why would they betray

him?

It was just a job opening. He could give it to Carlisle for Wanda’s sake. There was no reason for him to use the reputation of his wife and close friend to get his attention.

Carlisle returned Lethan’s stare.

He had warned him in the text, but Lethan couldn’t control his emotions. If John read the message, his

plan would have been ruined

John grabbed Carlisle by the collar, ready to strike.

“You little brat! Are you looking for trouble by messing with my boss?”

“John, stop!” Lethan ordered.

“Boss, what happened?”

“He wants to do an internship at our company. I told him he was too young, and he cursed me out, that’s

all.”

John raised his hand again, ready to strike. “You little punk! Who are you to insult my boss?”

“Stop!”

John glared at Carlisle as he suggested, “Boss, this is a waste of our time. Let’s go!”

“I’m tired. Take me back to the mansion!” Lethan headed for the exit without looking back.

Carlisle stood up abruptly and yelled, “At least pay the damn bill!”

Since Lethan had already accused him of cursing, he might as well do it.

“Hey, listen here… John began to roll up his sleeves as he couldn’t stand Carlisle’s attitude any longer. He was ready to lunge at him.

Lethan tapped him on the shoulder. “Go pay the bill.”

“Boss…

“What?” Lethan’s look was colder than before.

John went to the counter to pay.