Johnathon POV
I stayed at the pub for as long as I possibly could, drinking and considering my future with Charlotte Deluca. I kept to myself and as long as I continued to pay for my drinks, nobody bothered me, which suited me just fine. My phone went off several times but I ignored it. I had already informed my staff I was not coming in today, so I knew without a doubt that it would be Charlotte calling and I could not bring myself to speak to her right now. I was embarrassed. Embarrassed by her. Humiliated by the video that continued to play on the news outlets as she lost her temper over a ring. I was seeing Charlotte in a new light and I didn't like what I was seeing, but at the same time, I was so close to getting my hands on the wealth she had that I could taste it. Did that make me
