Roger watched her, worry flickering in his eyes. She looked so delicate, like the slightest breeze might knock her over.
After a quiet moment, he spoke gently. “I’ll reach out to Donald. He can send a few people to keep an eye on you, just in case.”
“Donald?” Charlotte echoed, her thoughts drifting. She remembered her grandfather mentioning Donald’s mysterious background. He was supposedly the commander of some secret unit, his team made up of top-tier soldiers who served the country. Having them play bodyguard for her? That was such a waste. Honestly, if anything actually went down, she couldn’t even be sure who’d be protecting who.
“No need. Only you know about me being Asclepius,” Charlotte said, slouching back into the sofa as she glanced at her phone.
Eight hours had passed since she left Imperial Heights. Not a single call. No texts. Online, everything was quiet except for Adonis rambling on in the family group chat.
Charlotte frowned, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
“You’re still in school. Having bodyguards hanging around probably isn’t ideal,” Roger said, watching her closely. “But if anything feels off, you have to tell the family right away.”
She didn’t have a mom. Her dad was gone in all the ways that mattered. The Gates family was all she had left.
“Yeah,” Charlotte replied, barely looking up, her gaze drifting out the window.
Roger saw the little crease in her brow and assumed she was tired. He got up quietly. “You should get some rest. I have to finish yesterday’s autopsy report anyway.”
His words caught Charlotte off guard. “Why are you doing it?”
Roger massaged his forehead, half amused, half exasperated by her confusion. “Isn’t that my job? If I don’t handle the grunt work, are you going to do it?”
Charlotte pressed her lips together, considering. Fair point. Reports were boring. Not her thing at all.
As he was about to leave, Roger paused, like something just occurred to him. He turned back. “Lottie, who did you go to the auction with that day?”

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