When Charlotte spoke up, Anthony sat there looking every bit the dignified authority. But at her words, the faintest smile tugged at his lips. There was a warmth in his dark eyes that softened his whole face, turning that usual coolness into something magnetic and almost irresistible.
“So, little one, how do you want to prove it? The school will work with you,” he said.
His voice was gentle, his expression indulgent, nothing like the cold and intimidating man he’d been just moments before. It was like he’d become a completely different person.
Ronald couldn’t help but sneer to himself. Being beautiful really did have its perks. Charlotte would probably coast by on her looks for as long as she could.
Steven glanced nervously at Anthony, that stern profile making him uneasy. A disturbing thought crept into his mind. Sure, Charlotte was useless, but her looks were stunning, even more so than Olivia’s. If Anthony really took a liking to her, it could give the Main family a real advantage.
But then he shook off the idea. Anthony was on another level. Why would he ever go for someone who was all looks and no substance?
Charlotte met Anthony’s gaze for a brief moment, her eyes perfectly calm. She blinked, then looked away, her voice low and firm. “Pull up the footage from the study hall.”
She didn’t ask. She ordered.
Right then, Mr. Baker burst into the room, sweating and clutching his laptop.
“Sorry for the wait, everyone. The security system crashed for a bit, so it took some time to get it working again.” He glanced at Anthony, looking nervous. “Anthony, here’s the footage you asked for.”
People stared in disbelief. How had Anthony known Charlotte would ask for the security footage?
Anthony just nodded, his chin tilting slightly. “Show it to her.”


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