The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

[The great grieved party has turned into a giant vat of vinegar.]

[Oh my God, what is making me laugh at the chairman of Easton Group.]

[He’s anxious, he’s anxious, he’s anxious.]

[It turns out that three men can really put on a show together.]

[Oh, my goodness, my head is rolling with laughter.]

[Third Master Clark does have a bit of a domineering CEO vibe to him, but… not much. As for why it’s not much, it’s because, in contrast to Brook Sister, it’s just not much.]

[Damn! Third Master Clark is really scary, okay? His looks are very aggressive, especially when he has no expression, and I don’t dare to look him in the eye through the screen.]

[Sorry, I haven’t seen it. I’ve only seen a photo of the Third Master standing next to Daisy, smiling. I don’t look at scary photos, as they cause nightmares in the evening.]

…

Not long after Kevin Clark’s Facebook post.

Catherine’s Facebook was updated.

[What are you guys doing????????????????]

There’s no @, just six words and sixteen question marks, but it’s obvious who they’re talking about.

Kevin Clark was the first to comment, simply replying with four words: [Proclaiming sovereignty.]

Then Felix Baker came: [It’s nothing, nothing happened, just chatting casually.]

Finally, Joseph Allen: [Joining the fun.]

The replies of the three people are different, but they all convey a sense of “obedience”.

When asked what you are doing, you really reply with what you are doing.

Then, the netizens flocked to Catherine’s Facebook again to laugh.

[It seems that Brook Sister is indeed a woman at the top of the food chain.]

[It turns out that only one Catherine is needed to make the three men standing on the clouds quiet down.]

[Look at these sixteen question marks, they are more than just sixteen question marks.]

[From these sixteen question marks, I deeply feel Catherine’s helplessness.]

[Helplessness mixed with speechlessness.]

[Speechlessness mixed with incomprehension.]

[Incomprehension mixed with the feeling that you three are too childish.]

[Hahahahaha, how funny it is, the more I think about it, the funnier it gets.]

…

Kevin Clark flipped through the online news and then went to look for Charlotte Lane.

It was noon, and the weather was a bit hot.

Charles Amos was standing in the corridor by the Lotus Flower Pond, standing at attention, sweat dripping down his face, and his hair on his forehead was all wet.

Behind him, Finn Clark was pacing back and forth, saying, “Don’t move, I’m watching you, straighten your waist, put your fingers together, eyes straight ahead, what are you peeping at? If you peep again, you will stand for ten more minutes.”

Little Charles pursed his lips, staring resentfully ahead. Before long, Kevin Clark’s figure appeared in his line of sight.

He watched as Kevin Clark slowly approached, his figure becoming clearer, then… he turned a corner, seemingly not seeing him, and went to find his mother.

Charles Amos: “……” It turns out no one can come to his rescue.

Opposite Charles Amos, by the Lotus Pond, there was a hundred-year-old willow tree. The trunk was thick, and the willow branches were lush, extending towards the Lotus Pond, almost covering half of it.

Kevin Clark had a swing made on the willow tree.

People could get on it from the edge of the Lotus Pond and swing above the pond.

As Kevin Clark walked towards Charlotte Lane, she was on the swing, swaying and looking at her cell phone.

She was wearing a skirt today, and when the swing reached above the Lotus Pond, the hem of her skirt lightly brushed against the lotus flowers below.

The lotus flowers would sway gently, and the goldfish underneath the lotus leaves, noticing the movement, would flick their tails and disappear under the lotus leaves, and the water would ripple with small circles.

If it had been before, whoever touched the lotus flower,

Kevin Clark would definitely make them pay until they ate dirt for the next three months.

But now, the status of this pond full of lotus flowers has dropped lower and lower.

Charlotte might be able to fill this 25-acre lotus pond in with just one word from Kevin Clark.

As the swing returned from over the lotus pond, Kevin Clark approached and caught the swing rope with one hand, his other arm going around Charlotte Lane’s waist. He leaned in and gave her a peck on the side of her neck.

Charles Amos was standing at attention, his gaze fixed in their direction.

He pursed his lips, anger growing even stronger in his large eyes.

Charlotte looked up at Kevin Clark. “Are you done with your work?”

“Yeah.” Kevin replied, “Have you been watching the two of them all morning?”

“Mhm,” Charlotte answered. “Charles earned his thirty-minute punishment for back-talking.”

Kevin chuckled. “How much longer does he have?”

“Ten minutes.” Charlotte looked at Charles and asked, “Did your brother treat you like this when you were younger?”

“No,” Kevin answered. “The most I’ve seen him do is fold my quilt into neat squares.”

“It’s different with a younger brother and a son.”

“He might just be bored,” Kevin said.

The two of them chatted by the lotus pond for ten minutes. When the time was up, Finn Clark called for everyone to disband. Charles immediately ran to Charlotte without looking back.

Upon reaching her side, he pouted and looked at Charlotte with an aggrieved expression.

A thousand unspoken words were condensed in his eyes.

Charlotte took a handkerchief from Kevin’s pocket and wiped Charles’ sweat. “Quit pretending with me. If you really couldn’t stand it, you would’ve used a hundred tricks to escape by now.”

Charles made a sad face. “I’ve been sunburned like this, and you don’t even feel sorry for me?”

Charlotte finished wiping his sweat, held his chin in the crook of her hand, and pinched his chubby cheek. “It’s cooler under the lotus pond. If I throw you in there, would that count as feeling sorry for you?”

Charles: “……”

Charlotte let go of him and said, “Let’s find a cool place this afternoon.”

Charles chuckled twice. “You don’t mean that.”

Charlotte ignored him as she got off the swing.

Charles grabbed her hand. “I’m going to the Court Music Academy this afternoon.”

“Isn’t today your day off?” Charlotte asked.

“See, you even know when my days off are.”

Charlotte continued to ignore him.

Kevin let out a laugh.

Finn Clark handed Charles a water bottle. “Drink some water, you little rascal.”

Charles took the water bottle, drank a few sips, and then said, “Boss Flores has a birthday today. He invited a lot of people. I also received an invitation.”

“Oh, you got invited too.” Finn patted him on the head, getting a handful of sweat. He wiped it off disdainfully on Charles’ clothes.

Charles frowned at him.

Finn pretended not to see.

Charlotte looked at Kevin. “When did his birthday become in August?”

As Charlotte asked the question, she realized what day it was today and slightly furrowed her brows.

Today was the day she had become an apprentice.

Seeing that she had guessed, Kevin kept quiet.

Charles hugged the water bottle and looked up at the two of them.

Kevin asked, “Would you like to go together?”

Charlotte looked at her hand hanging by her side. She touched her fingers with her thumb, and after a while, she said, “Yes.”

In the nearly two months since she had been back home, her family talked to her about meeting Charles Flores.

She told her parents that she would meet him in person, so they didn’t speak on her behalf.

However, she had been putting it off yet never went.

Seeing Charlotte touching her fingers, Kevin clasped her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.