“I’m heading out.”
Charlotte grabbed her phone, ready to go. She barely made it to the exit before running into the investigation team.
Abuse of power was bad enough. Word was, Adela’s father had pocketed some bribes, too. After all this, there was no way he’d hold onto his spot as head of the Broadcasting Commission.
The moment Kemp saw the investigators, his legs buckled, and he sank to the floor.
“Dad!” Adela called out, rooted to the spot, refusing to believe what was happening. Just a short while ago, she was still the director’s daughter. Now... it was over. Everything had fallen apart.
…
Charlotte was just stepping out of the elevator when her phone started ringing. She checked the caller ID and couldn’t help but raise her brow with a small smile.
She answered, almost teasing.
“All clear?” Anthony’s voice was gentle, calm.
“Yep.” Charlotte nodded, patting the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos hidden in her pocket, wondering where she could stash them without him noticing.
“I’m waiting outside Apex Mediaworks.”
Anthony was sitting quietly in the back seat of his car, dark eyes watching the street outside.
He was already here? Charlotte stopped dead, clutching the chip bag tighter.
“Okay,” she replied, casual as ever.
She hung up, glanced around, and spotted her bodyguard nearby. She waved him over, lowering her voice.
“Hey. Come here.”

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