After washing up, Charlotte stepped into the living room.
“Good afternoon, Charlotte.”
Helen took one look at Charlotte’s stunning face and almost lost her train of thought. She smiled warmly. “You must be starving. I kept lunch warm just for you.”
Charlotte glanced around. Besides Helen and a couple of maids, Anthony was nowhere in sight. Her perfectly shaped brows came together in a subtle frown.
“Anthony went to the office. He told us not to wake you up. If you want to go out, the driver’s on standby.”
“Alright.”
Charlotte lowered her eyes and sat down at the table.
After she finished eating, Helen wouldn’t let her leave until she’d checked Charlotte’s bandaged wound. Only once that was done did Charlotte grab her backpack.
“I’m heading home to pick up a few things.”
Home?
Helen, still wearing her apron, hurried after her, worry etched on her face. “Charlotte, how about I send a couple of bodyguards with you?”
Hans had already told her a little about Charlotte’s family. Poor kid. Her mom was gone, her dad couldn’t care less, and she was stuck with a stepmom and stepsister who weren’t even related by blood.
That was why they’d kicked her out in the first place.
Helen couldn’t help but worry. If Charlotte went back alone, wouldn’t they just make things worse for her?
At Helen’s concern, Charlotte’s eyes flashed, and a slow, chilling smile spread across her flawless face. There was something about it that made Helen’s heart skip.
“No need.”
Helen felt a shiver run through her. A girl who could handle both Anthony and 98K probably wasn’t someone who could be pushed around.
***
The Henley estate was in chaos. The living room looked like a lawyer convention, with several men in sharp suits arguing over Jesse’s bail.

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