Charles gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and let out a heavy sigh.
“I can tell you’re upset. About what you asked me to look into—I’ve got a lead. That Mr. Schwaderer? His real name’s Flynn. Apparently, he’s related to the Warren family. But anything about the Warrens is totally sealed off. You know how powerful they are.”
The core members of the Warren family—anything about them was top secret.
For Charles to get even this much, he’d pulled every string the Chester family had in Country Z.
He scratched his cheek awkwardly, worried she’d blame him. “Sis, don’t be mad, okay?”
Clara closed her eyes and forced a small smile. “It’s not about that. Dylan’s mom passed away.”
At first, Charles only caught her first sentence.
“Oh, that’s good then—that’s… wait, what?!”
He finally processed what she’d said and sat up straighter, getting anxious. “What are you going to do?”
He’d never really liked Dylan, but that was still his brother-in-law.
Clara opened her eyes, her head pounding. “I don’t know… I’m trying to figure that out.”
She barely finished speaking when a voice cut in from the side.
“No need to think, Ms. Clara. Come with us.”
A flash of coldness passed through Clara’s eyes as she looked at the men who had suddenly appeared.
Charles almost found it funny—nobody had ever tried to snatch someone away right in front of him before. Did these idiots want to die?
The men figured Clara had just been lucky to escape the first time. The strange man with her? Easy to get rid of too.
Charles didn’t bother with any warnings. He whistled, and Milo and Buddy lunged out of the shadows, tearing straight through two men’s arms.
The men didn’t even have time to react. As soon as they tried to shout, knives flashed and slit their throats.
Charles flicked his fingers, annoyed. “Seriously? I was talking to my sister, and you just had to butt in. No sense of timing at all.”
Clara remembered Dylan telling her how capable Charles was, someone she could always count on.
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