Chapter 196
Across the street, a sleekblack Aston Martin sat padded by the ribs,
The tinted window on the back seat was partially rolled down, revealing; Joseph’s sharp, fog like eyes, which sparkled with a hint of amusement. A faint smile played at his lips
“Is that Sean Jasper’s woman?” he asked casually.
Beside bins, Tons Oilson nodded. “Yes, Joseph,”
Joseph’s sunite widened slightly, “Lucky girl. She survived that me,
“The two meishy her side must be sean’s bodyguards, assigned to protect her. “
Joseph leaned back, an unreadable datiess flickering in his gaze. “She is beautiful. No wonder Sean treasures her soundcl
Tom chuckled, “That woman is Sean’s only weakness.”
Acold chuckle escaped Joseph’s lips. “Sean ruined une plans. It’s only tale I give it a little welcome gift.
He thought of the project in Atlantis the one he had lavested so much time, effort, and money Into–only for Sean to sabotage it at a critical moment. The losses wete catastrophic, nearly crippling him.
He would make Sean pa
“So that’s Charlotte Riley, huh? Let’s see how lucky you really are,” he muttered.
At the police station, Charlotte made a phone call, and within the minutes, the officer handling her case received a call from his superior.
When he hung up, his attitude changed immediately. His tone became much more respectful. “Miss lilley, we’ve received your report. We are officially filling this rase as an attempted homicide. You’re tree to go. We will keep you uplated on any new developinents.”
Charlotte Bodded slightly. “Thank you.”
As she stepped out of the poller station, her phone cang. It was from an owner.
The voice on the other end was sharp and arrogant. “I hear you took on Matthew’s cave. Planning to go after my company for arbitration?”
Charlotte’s brows kvitted:
so you’r Miss Riley, Jul?ot time to come over and have a little chat with me?” The man’s tone was laced with disdain.
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“Who are you?”
The manchuckled. “Me? I’m Ryan Lawrence, the boss of Matthew’s former company.
The name rang a bell Charlotte remembered it from the company registration details she had reviewed. Ryan Lawrence was listed as the company’s legal
depresentative.
What do you want to talk about?” she asked calmly
“What else? A settlement. We don’t have to waste linse with arbitration. Let’s settle this quietly.”
“Fine. Give Die an addicu.”
He gave her the location. It was some upscale business club about ten kilometers away.
After hanging up, Charlotte’s fingers lightly tapped against the steering wheel
This wasn’t a friendly invitation.
She wasn’t naive. An invitation to “writle” could mean anything. These was no telling what tricks Ryan had up his sleeve.
Quilotte called for his two bodyguards.
“Ma’am, any imituctions?” they asked in unison.
“Understood.”
I’m meeting someone who might try something shady. ”
in a private room at the clubs, Ryan, a lean, sharp–featured man in a black leather jacket, sat comfortably on the
He casually sipped his drink, with four lackeys standing watch beside him
His eyes glinted coldly. “When that woman walk in, beat her until she can’t stand. Don’t worry about coming a scene. I have someone covering for me.
His four lackeys nodded in unison. “Get it, Boss!”
Charlotte arrived at the club, dressed in a sleek light gray pantsuit, her blackheelsclicking against the polished floor.
Chiruf ber bodyguards stepped forward and opened the private room door for her.
But the moment the door swung open, four men nished at her, weapons in hand.
Charlotte’s reflexes kicked in, and she quickly stepped back.
Her bodyguards moved instantly, their skills on full display. Within seconds, the room was filled with the sounds of grunts and screams.
The four lackeys didn’t stand a chance. In moments, they were sprawled on the floor, gruanlig in pabi.
Charlotte stepped Inside, her sharp gaze locking onto Ryan’s wide, terrified eyes,
A cold smile–curved at her lips. “So this is your idea of a peaceful settlement?”
Ryan barely had time to answer before one of her bodyguards landed a solid punch, turning his face into a bruised mess.
Charlotte crossed her arms, standing firmly in front of him. Her cold eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
“Was it you who sent that man to push me at the crosswalk?TM
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