Yes.
That had to be it.
If he hadn’t agreed, why else would he show up in person and stand against Charlotte with her?
Once her grandfather and Franco’s family were out of the way, she’d get her hands on the antidote.
Then she’d have both the power of the Hawk Family and the antidote itself.
Mr. Churchill would definitely come back to her, no question.
Newell?
When the bodyguard mentioned his name, Charlotte frowned and bit down hard on her lollipop. The sugary sweetness spread across her tongue, but it didn’t soften her mood.
She pressed her lips together, a chilly calm settling over her eyes as she unlocked her phone.
Just as she expected, Dr. David had messaged her fifteen minutes ago.
[Newell’s gone. If I’m right, he’s probably already on the Isle of Veil.]
He’d covered his tracks so well, she hadn’t even had a chance to stop him.
“What are you waiting for?”
Marcia’s voice snapped through the tension. She glared at her men, who were pointing guns at Charlotte but too scared to pull the trigger. “She’s about to be a prisoner. What’s there to be afraid of?”
Charlotte didn’t move, didn’t flinch. She finished off her candy, calm as ever.
“Drink some water.”
Anthony handed her a thermos, and Charlotte took it without missing a beat, like they’d done this a hundred times before.
The two of them seemed so at ease, almost cozy, completely ignoring all the guns pointed at them.
But the more relaxed Charlotte appeared, the more nervous Aloys’s bodyguards became.
Gunfire thundered from outside, shaking the walls.
“Marcia, most of the people from X Organization, N Organization, and Solenia have been taken by the Churchill family.”
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