My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1751

"Why isn't Thelma here yet? Is there traffic?" Warwick's voice brimmed with impatience.

He had waited long enough and refused to wait any longer. The more Thelma tried to avoid him, the more determined he became to have her.

"I'm not coming, Warwick. I'll return the contract termination fee tomorrow, and don't call me again." Thelma's voice was light, almost too casual.

Warwick's anger flared. "Do you even know what you're saying? Thelma, are you playing me?" he snapped.

Thelma stared at the apartment complex she was renting as if a light had illuminated her path. It was the light that Charles had given her earlier—a genuine source of trust and security.

"Warwick, you know very well what you've done to me these past few years. I've never liked you," Thelma said, her final words sharp and deliberate.

She truly despised him. Warwick was two-faced, pretending to be a kind man in public while secretly manipulating her in private. He had always claimed to love her, promising her a life of ease and comfort. But in reality, he was trying to buy her, to turn her into his mistress.

Warwick sneered. "Returning my money tomorrow? Did you meet someone? Did they promise you something? Thelma, do you think anyone else will treat you as well as I have? I'm giving you one last chance—come here now!"

"I told you I won't come, Warwick. No one else will treat me like you do—forcing me to be your secret lover."

With that, Thelma ended the call.

Moments later, she noticed a message from Clement Feron. It contained the address of Charles' new studio.

She had heard rumors about Charles setting up his own studio, but she hadn't taken them seriously. To her surprise, it was true. Even more surprising was that she would be the first celebrity to sign with his company.

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