The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 385

Monica lunged forward, trying to grab Charlotte.

But Petra stepped in, caught her wrist, and pressed hard on a pressure point.

“Agh!” Monica yelped and stumbled back two steps, her face contorting in pain. She clutched her arm, rubbing it frantically. “What did you do to me? It’s numb—so numb!”

The crowd that had gathered couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.

“Get lost,” Petra said coldly, her eyes glinting with warning.

Monica flinched. Something about this woman was terrifying. With just a few quick moves, her entire arm had gone numb.

Just then, the hospital security team arrived.

“Move along, folks. Nothing to see here,” one of the guards called out, dispersing the onlookers.

“Miss Riley, are you alright? Do you need us to call the police?” one of the guards asked respectfully.

They all recognized Charlotte. The head of security had personally shown them her photo the day she was transferred in, telling them she was the boss’s daughter. If Miss Riley needed anything, they were to respond immediately and treat her with the utmost respect.

Monica’s face twisted in shock when she heard the guard address Charlotte as “Miss Riley” and saw how deferential they were.

“This hospital belongs to your family?” she blurted out.

Charlotte gave a tight-lipped smile but didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to the security guard. “No need to call the police. Just escort this woman off the premises.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As the guards dragged Monica away, she kicked and screamed, “I’m not leaving! Let go of me!”

Only after Monica had been forced out did Jenny snap out of her daze. She turned to Charlotte, wide-eyed. “Charlotte... this is your family’s hospital?”

Charlotte gave a quiet nod.

Jenny wanted to ask about everything they had overheard—Zac Gibson, the bankruptcy—but after glancing at Charlotte’s expression, she decided against it. Some memories were better left untouched.

*

The next morning, Charlotte stepped out of her room, hoping for a breath of fresh air.

But just as she opened the door, she froze.

Outside her hospital room, a bouquet of Floyd roses lay quietly on the floor, their petals in full bloom.

Charlotte picked them up gently.

There was no card tucked inside. No note. Nothing.

Who left these?

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