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Whatever she was hiding was really huge. “Was her little sister really at university? Why doesn’t she come back home during school holydays? What about her parents? She doesn’t speak much about them.” Questions struck my mind as I tried to connect the dots. Who is this Charlotte and how does she make so much money? Maybe the book store is really one of the ways to launder money” I continued thinking to myself.

BRUCE Charlotta was a puzzle I couldn’t stop trying to solve. She sat across from me at the restaurant, her red lipstick catching the light as she sipped her water, her eyes darting between the twins’ banter and the harbor view. She played the part of the perfect secretary flawlessly—organized, poised, quick with a smile—but there was something beneath it all, a shadow that kept me on edge. I’d told Harley last night I couldn’t pin it down, but it was there, like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear.

The note was handwritten, the letters sharp and deliberate: “I know his darkest secret. Do you? I have answers to your questions.” But, who could this be? Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat as she read the words again and again, her mind racing. Who had written this? And what secret were they talking about? She glanced toward the door, her heart pounding. The note raised more questions than answers.

[81] ||•Lincoln Shire•|| The day has been kind of hectic for Charlotte and I, tailing and spying on other lords just to get want we want from them. Well, as usual, Charlotte was used as the bait to get to them. I must commend how much she has done in the nick of time. She made every thing much easier for me since they are things I can do and places I can't penetrate as a male, yeah . Retiring for the day, we decided to lodge the night in one of the suites around till the next day.

Harry asks, grumpy. “I want her to have them.” I recall how she went on and on about starting her own book collection. She was incredibly drunk, so I doubt she remembers it. But I do. I managed to get the names of some of the authors she likes, and the rest of the information I found in her apartment, on the small book shelves. Women usually like diamonds and jewelry, but I think Charlotte has a preference for simpler things and hobbies.

Chapter 9 Before heading back to the ranch, Jack stopped at a small bookstore. Since he didn’t know Charlotte’s reading tastes, he decided to ask the sales assistant for help. When he entered the store, he was greeted by a middle-aged woman with glasses perched on the tip of her nose and a warm smile. “Hello, may I help you, Mr. Colt?” she asked. “Yes, I hope so,” replied Jack, looking somewhat flustered. “I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.”

Then she hung up on her. Confused, Charlotte stashed her phone in the bag before making a detour to the mall where she got a gift for Jennifer. When she had gotten the hill, Charlotte drove to the Venzor mansion. When Charlotte arrived, it was already dark. To her surprise, there was no light in the house. The only source of light was the moon. Charlotte’s frown deepened as closer she got to the house. At night, the Venzor mansion was always brightly lit and every corner of the house was visible.

“Is it something important?” “You were with Charlotte a few days ago. You slammed her hand in the door of this house, causing her injury, and she had to be treated at Dr. Josh’s clinic. Unfortunately, since she returned yesterday, she’s been hard to reach, and there’s been no news from her at all until now.” “This morning, there was news of a murder at an inn near the beach at the border of Louvre and Cranburry, which happens to be near where Charlotte’s house is,” Jarvey quickly explained, his voice tinged with urgency.

CHAPTER 32 Vincenzo’s POV As soon as Roberta and I got to the top of the cliff like we had seen in the painting, my wolf was on high alert. I pulled her into hiding with me behind a rock as soon as I sensed another presence besides ours. I looked out from above her head to see her cousin, Charlotte. I could not see her face, but I knew it was her because of her hair. It was neatly braided to the back and her dark cloak clung to her back in the absence of any wind to give it the dramatic effect that I knew she was going for.

Charlotte broke out in laughter, her voice swallowed when she tried to speak. “Are you really asking me if a child hates you?” Lucas scratched the back of his head, realizing the foolishness in his question as his eyes remained on Jenny. “I don’t know. Children can be brutally honest, you know. She must have sniffed something on me that made her despise me from the beginning. Should I go ask her?” Lucas added. Charlotte was teaching herself how to knit with leftover yarn given to her by Aunt May. Unlike her sister, Charlotte had quickly warmed up to the new neighbors much faster.