62. Stupid Idea

Charlotte’s POV

He went outside with Ricardo, and they are talking about business, like guns, and clubs or brothels that he owned illegally. He glanced at me at the window because he knew that I was staring at him and hearing the conversation all the time. He sighed, and asked, “Charlotte, what are you doing? That's not okay anymore; listening in on conversations is unacceptable. You are lucky, you are my wife.”

Ricardo laughed, and said, “Go and talk to her.”

I closed the window without saying a word, and nervous that he would be mad at me eaves dropping their conversation. He knocked on my door again, and I opened it while gulping. “Hi.” I said.

“I have to go now.”

“Hmm, where are you going?”

“I’m going to work,” he answered.

“Yeah, but where?” I asked curiously.

“Charlotte, you know where the hell I’m working.”

"Yes, One is that you are the CEO of Gallagher Hotels. The other is that you are the boss of your own crime—owning brothels, drugs, and other illegal things! What els