"That's good." Charlene softened and demanded, "Take him aside and check if there is any hidden camera before throwing him out."

“Yes!”

When Blake was dragged aside for inspection, he raised his hands and dared not make a sound. Meanwhile, Charlene tidied up her hair and walked toward the door.

“Miss McKinsey.”

Charlene was blocked just when she took a step forward.

Charlene frowned. “It’s been two days, yet Bren is still unwilling to meet anyone?”

The bodyguard smiled obsequiously. “Yes.