The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Sean’s gentle expression Laded as he ended the call with Charlotte.

As soon as Sean hung up Charlotte’s call, another call came in. Luke was calling.

Sean’s voice tamed cold as he answered,

1. ed. “What is it?”

+25 Bonus

Luke’s voice was tense, trembling slightly. “Sir, bad news, Our team just reported that judy’s father jumped from the hospital roof and committed suicide. I don’t think it’s a coincidence. And the team searching for Gerald’s mother just called to report. They said…”

Sean’s eyes nanowed, his voice sharp as ice. “What did they say?”

“They said Gerald’s mother was found dead at home from caction monoxide poisoning. She had been burning charcoal for heat.”

A dangerous gleam flashed In Sean’s eyes. “Is there any chance of saving her?”

Luke’s voice shook “Our team found her too late. She was already gone.”

Sean’s gaze turned icy, his voler cold enough to freeze. “Laike, you have five days to figure out exactly what happened. You know the consequences if you fall.”

Luke’s voice was a panicked whisper. “Understood.

The next morning. Charlotte was woken by the sound of persistent knocking on her door.

At first, the “knock, knock, lock” was just part of her dream. But as her consciousness retumed, the sound became clearer. Someone was really at the door.

Who could it be this early?

She had stayed up late with her thoughts racing and had barely gotten my sleep, Normally wasn’t the type to wake up grumpy, but being pulled out of her dreams like this left her in a foul mood.

she dragged herself out of bed, slipped on her fuzzy slippers, and stumbled out of her bedroom.

Yawning, she unlocked and pulled open the door. “Who is it?”

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she saw a familiar, annoying face.

Zac stood there, smiling brightly, holding a bag in his hand,

“Charlotte, I brought you brealdast. You have low blood sagar: You shouldn’t skip breakfast.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Charlotte’s sleepiness vanished, replaced by a surge of imitation,

hut Zac wasn’t bothered. He raised the bag, grinning. “I got your favorites–pancakes and maple syrup, plus a blueberry muffin.‘

dudotte slammed the door f his face without another word.

Zac stood frozen for a moment, hip sinile stiffening

But busad of leaving, he began pounding on the door. “Charlottel Please open the door! You can be mad at me, you can ignore me, but don’t skip breakfast! just take the food, okay? Please?”

Charlotte was furious.

“Why wouldn’t this guy just go away?” she futed.

From behind the closed door, she shouted, “Zac Gibson, get lost! If you keep bothering me, I’m calling the police!”

The hole outside dinally stopped.

After a ropiorad of silen „Zac’s voice came again, sutter tilostime. “11l leave the breakfast by your dour. Please eat soihething ”

Charlotte tulled her eyes and stomped back to bed, deteiiged to get more sleep.

But sleep wouldn’t come. Her thoughts hept splming, her frustration bubbling.

Aller tossing and turning for a while, she finally sighed, rubbing her thessy hair, and got up to washber tace.

the entrance of the

ut the apactioned complex, a sleek black Maybach pulled up

-Güven last night’sevents, Seandhose a more discreet car, avoiding his usual high–profile vehicle.

stepping out, he was followed by a bodyguard in a black salt.

Sean walked to the entrance of Charlotte’s building.

“wait here,” he instructed, his voice calms but firm.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify