Chapter 7 I'm Not a Rich Person

Luna was running while dialing Charles' number, but she was still blocked.

When Luna finally reached the Subway across the street, she saw Charles sitting alone at the first table, his expression dark and brooding.

The store was relatively empty today, making Charles the sole customer. Luna took a deep breath and approached him. "Sorry, Mr. Lee. An urgent matter came up, and I completely forgot. Let me make it up to you by treating you to a meal."

Charles' disdain was evident. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, his posture rigid, his features cold and sharp, exuding an aloof aura. As he sat there motionlessly, staring at her, Luna felt an unsettling chill, like she was under the scrutiny of the Grim Reaper.

His whole demeanor clashed with the casual vibe of the Subway. It was no surprise he was angry; he looked every bit the high-level executive or business professional.

In reality, Charles had been about to leave at 9:01, but a call from Ashley made him reconsider. He decided to wait for Luna.

"Next time, make sure to give a clear address. I couldn't find this place  even with GPS!" Charles finally spoke, his tone dripping with disdain.

The owner, who had overheard Charles' comment, looked visibly embarrassed. Luna glared at Charles, irritated by his bluntness, then turned to the owner and smiled. "Boss, the usual fifteen sandwiches, and two extras set separately, please."

As the owner got busy with the order, Luna took the opportunity to take a closer look at Charles. He appeared to be in his late twenties, exuding an air of affluence, yet his eyes were piercingly sharp.

"Mr. Lee..."

"Let me speak first." Charles raised his hand to interrupt Luna. His voice was pleasant yet devoid of warmth. "My name is Charles. I live locally and own a coffee shop on Main Street. It brings in one grand a month. I work at a private company as an ordinary employee. I own an apartment above the coffee shop and drive a domestic car. So, as you can see, I’m not wealthy."

This was the fictitious identity Charles had prepared to disguise himself.

Luna nodded and began to introduce herself. "I'm a police officer—"

Charles corrected her, "A trainee police officer."

Luna took a deep breath and continued, "I work at the North District CID across the street."

Charles crossed his arms and said in a deep voice, "You're actually with the STF in the yard behind the CID office building. You're just seconded to the CID."

Charles thought Luna was the type to elevate her status by lying, so he unceremoniously exposed her.

Luna rubbed her forehead in frustration, feeling speechless.

"Mr. Lee, do you have to talk with me like this? Can't you let me finish?"

Charles' face remained cold. "Am I not telling the truth? That yard was a pig farm twenty years ago."

"Mr. Lee, what do you mean by that?" Luna felt he was mocking her.

Charles leaned back in his chair, sitting straight, "I'm just stating the facts."

Luna felt a wall between them, making communication near impossible.

"Let's get to the point! I've checked that once we are registered, it can't be canceled. We can only wait a month to get a divorce."

Charles' words left Luna distressed, but she had no choice but to accept the situation. After all, it was a mess she had created.

"But, I don't want a divorce."