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"What are you talking about? I can't do that. I gave them the confirmation that I'll be there." "Then send a representative. Maybe Dane or someone. Tell them something came up." Eve suggested. "No!" Henry screamed. He pulled out his cellphone. "I know what to do." He went outside and returned a few minutes later after placing a phone call. "Who did you call?" Eve demanded. Henry flashed a mischievous smile. "Who don't you sit back and relax? Charity will take care of everything." "Charity? Who the hell is Charity?" Henry didn't say a word. He kept stamping his feet slightly with his gaze fixated on the door.

"What's wrong, Ryan?" He met her gaze, reluctance warring with urgency, his voice dropping to a grim whisper. "Her life's in danger. I saw a few cars lurking near the safe house where I hid her—suspicious types, watching too close. I need to shift her somewhere new before they attack again." Charlotte's steps froze completely, her face paling as shock rippled through her, hazel eyes widening in horror. "How did they even know about Daisy? If they know about her, then they know about Max too—"

She remembered what Julian had said—that Henry had kidnapped James Chancer’s son and traded the boy’s safety for a hundred million dollars and a stake in the Wilson Corporation. Vivian yanked her arm free. “Don’t you dare dump your mess on me. Henry’s trying to take the Wilson shares for himself. That’s his idea, not mine. If you want revenge, go after him!” Charlotte’s lips trembled with rage. “You—” But she stopped. She couldn’t go after Henry, and they both knew it. He was too dangerous, holding a trump card that could destroy her at any time. Vivian’s smile turned sharp. “If you don’t have the guts to face him, then stop pretending you do.”

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”

Charlotte informed him. “That’s not why I’m calling.She…em…she escaped.” “WHAT!” “But the men have gone after her.We’ll…” “You idiot!She needs to die before Ben gets to her!And I’m pretty sure he’s on his way.He’ll be there any minute and I can’t let her live!” “We’ll find her.”Hawk assured. “What about…what about the driver?”Charlotte asked. “He’s here.” Charlotte tensed knowing they didn’t have enough time before Ben gets there.

I replied. “I guess we realized that we were actually oppressed and it was not Charlotte who was doing all that but her dad” he said. All the time I lived with Charlotte I have never seen her dad and now that the driver was mentioning him, it hit me as a shock. “Her dad?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “I thought he was dead or something” I said. “Mr. Jackson is more of an invisible man. No one meets him just like that, he’s the most feared leader of the Jackson Clan. Only business tycoons get to sit with him on the same table” the driver replied.

Jimmy agreed, "but that doesn't solve our problem. We need to find out who and how. And most importantly, where Branson is now. That man is a dangerous psychopath." His words chilled Anya to the bone. She certainly didn't need reminding of Virgil's cold and twisted mind hidden beneath that charming veneer. Or the things he'd planned for her after he "broke her in". Anya tightened her fingers around Gus' and he gave her an answering squeeze. She wondered if she'd ever be safe from the man. Ever be able to relax and enjoy her new life with Gus. "You should let us put her in a safe house away from here," Jimmy went on, looking directly at Gus. "She'll be out of danger and you can help us nail d

CHARLOTTE Three hours since I stepped into the luxurious apartment of Clinton Hinns—the irresistibly hot stranger who had picked me up from the festival grounds for pleasure. Within minutes, I was already melting in his grasp. From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring, crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, it felt like I’d stepped into a fantasy. He had just told me to go nasty for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing grey eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of condom drum. I couldn’t explain.

"Oh, God... When you went down like that, I thought you were dead." "Charlotte," I say. "What?" asks James. Michael looks up. "I´m Charlotte. Jenny became the fantasy. Charlotte is the real person."

Charlotte greeted them warmly. As soon as they seated Mr. Henry started to talk business with Ms.Charlotte. She listened attentively to his presentation about how they were planning to invest in a huge project and how great they're gonna do. Mr. Henry started explaining their plan for investing in her food company and how successful he and Mr. William have been doing with this. Ms. Charlotte already discussed the recent rumors about the company and her son Ethan, with them and she was quite relaxed now. But for today's meeting she planned something else, something more than just investing the money. The meeting went smoothly and Mr.William told her that everything will go according to her pl