Chapter 40 Delta Isn't a Brothel

• Charlotte put on a serious front and tucked the smile on her lips away, but a hint of a smile was still visible in the corner of her eyes.
• "Order a new batch of uniforms for the hostesses." Christian grabbed the teacup again but put it back down when the ceramic was only barely an inch away from his lips as Charlotte stared at him while keeping a straight face. "Delta isn't a brothel."
• "You can't go accusing me about this now, Mr. Thatcher!" Charlotte sighed under her breath, seeing that he hadn't burned his tongue this time round. "A bodycon dress can show off a woman's inner beauty the best. How is this prostitution? Look at the other clubs and tell me which of them aren't revealing?"