Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 81 - Chapitre 90

"I swear, I'll do it!" I roared once more, my eyes ablaze with fear and determination as I tightened my grip on the receptionist's neck as if my life depended on it, and indeed, my life depends on it. She writhed and shrieked in my grasp, her struggles futile against my iron hold. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to maintain control, to keep her as my shield in this dangerous game of survival.As we inched closer to the entrance of the Park Hyatt Sydney hotel, my mind raced with the urgency of the situation. Releasing the receptionist was not an option; it would spell certain doom at the hands of the waiting security guards, who I could see in their eyes couldn't wait to catch me and end my life. The thought of being captured sent a chill down my spine—a fate I could not afford to entertain."I can't let her go," I muttered under my breath,the moment pressing down on me as I forcefully guided her along, her cries a haunting soundtrack to my desperate flight and escape from the h

I slammed my foot on the gas, the engine roaring beneath the hood as I sped away. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins—a potent cocktail of fear and urgency. But as I crested a hill, my heart sank. There, in the valley below, was a police checkpoint, unmistakable with its flashing blue lights and the stern-faced officers manning it.I glanced around frantically, seeking an alternative route, a detour, anything. But the truth was as stark as the barren landscape around me; this was the only road. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, the leather groaning under my fingers."I hope my picture hasn't gotten to the police," I murmured to myself, a whisper of hope that was quickly dashed by the stark reality of my situation. Memories of my face plastered on screens and papers across the nation flashed through my mind. There was no denying it; my image had been disseminated far and wide."I can't let them catch me," I said, the words barely audible as they left my lips. Decision m

The wail of sirens echoed behind me as I gripped the steering wheel, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Police cars were hot on my tail, their flashing lights piercing the darkness of the night. With a steely focus, I maneuvered the taxi through the bustling city streets, weaving in and out of traffic with precision honed from years behind the wheel.As the pursuit intensified, I knew I needed to shake off my pursuers quickly. Ahead, a bridge loomed in the distance, its arch stretching over a glistening river below. A plan formed in my mind—the bridge would be my escape route.With a burst of speed, I pushed the accelerator to the limit, creating a widening gap between my taxi and the police cars behind me. As I approached the bridge, I made a split-second decision. I slowed the car to a stop at the edge of the bridge, my hands trembling with nervous energy.Without hesitation, I leaped out of the taxi, fell and sgood up as I sprinted to the other side of the bridge, my heart racing a

"I did something wrong? How could I possibly do something wrong in this state? I've been confined here for days, grappling with pain and tears, all thanks to you, Dylan. Instead of bringing comfort, you're here to worsen my condition. I'm fighting for my life here!" I retorted, my voice strong despite the vulnerability that lay beneath my words.I locked eyes with Dylan, willing my plea to reach him, to break through the facade of accusations and misunderstandings that had clouded our interaction. In that moment, I laid bare my emotions, hoping to elicit a spark of understanding from him.As Dylan's expression shifted from anger to contemplation, I felt a glimmer of hope flicker within me. His gaze traveled over my prone form, taking in the sight of my suspended limbs, a stark reminder of my current state of helplessness."You mean you didn't do it?" Dylan's question hung in the air, laden with uncertainty of what he thinks and realization. The tension in the room seemed to ease sligh

"How is it like then, Charlotte?" my dad's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, his tone laced with hurt and frustration. "We believed you and Nathan when you both said you could manage without us. From the beginning, you've distanced yourself from the family, keeping us at arm's length. You never let others know that we were your family. Even when you worked in the industrial ranks of the company, you maintained that distance.” Dad said in anger.“What have we done to deserve this treatment? For years, we heard nothing from you - no calls, no visits. And now, when you stepped up to take over the company, you didn't even check in on us. We shouldn't even be here, considering how you've cut ties with us as your family. But your mother's tears insisted otherwise, and that's why we're here," dad expressed, his words heavy with disappointment and abandonment.I felt his accusations pressing down on me, leaving me at a loss for words. While I had indeed prioritized my career and respons