"Woah!" Mrs. Wales whispered as she stepped out of the car, her heel clicking sharply on the pavement near the main road.
She circled the vehicle with slow, deliberate steps, and the moment she stopped beside Charles, a cruel scoff escaped her lips.
"If it ain't the cleaner boy, then who else could it be?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery, a sly, knowing smirk curling at the edge of her mouth.
Charles swallow hard. "Good… good evening." Charles whispered but his greeting fell onto deaf ears.
"You're working here, right?" Mrs. Wales asked, one brow arching with sharp curiosity but before Charles could even find the words to respond, she pressed on, her voice dripping with mockery, "Don't you think it's foolish to work for the man whose daughter is meant for Augustine?"
"Mom, that's enough." Augustine snapped, his tone icy as he slammed the car door open.
"Charles, we need to talk."
