"My dear, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long!" Charlie exclaimed with excitement, a sly and lecherous grin spreading across his thin, sharp face.
Ella felt a wave of nausea rise within her.
She pressed her lips together and sat down coldly across from him. These foods wouldn't be drugged—after all, Mason had introduced her to Charlie as a prostitute.
Charlie wasn't stupid; he would assume a prostitute wouldn't need drugging. Besides, with his obsessive tendencies, it was unlikely he'd resort to using something like that.
Ella reached for a perfectly roasted chicken drumstick without hesitation and began eating.
Charlie was a little taken aback. This woman… how could she be so impolite? But recalling Mason's words, he reminded himself—what manners could you expect from a woman with no proper upbringing?