Likely out of concern for her safety, he had sent an entire motorcade to escort her.
"Let's head to the hotel."
Once in the car, Charlotte curled up lazily in the corner, staring blankly out the window.
"Charlotte, are you okay?"
Noticing her unusual behavior, Emily and Andrew both looked at her and asked softly.
"I'm fine."
Charlotte tugged at the corners of her mouth, her smile bitter, but she didn't explain further.
She profoundly realized that she had been utterly spoiled by Anthony, and she would never be able to leave him for the rest of her life.
That evening, Shirley rushed over to the hotel to meet up with them.
After the group had dinner, Andrew took Shirley out shopping to enjoy some alone time as a couple.
Kenneth shamelessly showed up at their door and dragged a pleading Emily off to the broadcast studio.
He probably needed to arrange his proposal plans in advance.
In an instant.
Charlotte was left completely alone in the empty, hollow room.
She turned on her phone. The only message was a text Anthony had sent an hour ago.
The gist of it was: tell me when you land safely. Because of the time difference, he would likely be in meetings and unable to answer calls.
So.
Even though she missed him terribly right now, she couldn't contact him.
"Jerk," Charlotte muttered under her breath, punching the bed. "What's more important, the money or your wife?"
When reason briefly returned to her, she suddenly remembered that the money was billions of dollars, not just a few bucks.
Alright then.
For now, the money was slightly more important.
After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Charlotte dialed Helen's number.
Surprisingly, the babies were at The Blair Estate.
"His grandmother missed the babies, so Mr. Blair had me bring them over," Helen smiled, terrified of letting something slip.
"Oh."
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