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Author: Tina Maxxy
last update2025-05-19 14:46:27

“Later,” Charles quickly said.

“Alright. I'll call you later.”

Charles let out a breath of relief after ending the call. For now, he was covered. But really, he'd never understand why his godfather wanted him to have a kid. He was not even ready to be a father.

The thought of it scared the shit out of him.

“Sir?” A man in a suit bowed in front of Charles. “Miss Sadie said to tell you that the car is waiting over there.” He pointed at a tinted black BMW.

Charles strode to the car. Time to know what the woman wanted from him. She seemed too sensible for the way she was behaving last night.

He entered the car and the driver soon started driving.

“Thanks to you I had to sign seventy autographs on my feet.” She drank from a bottle of water.

“I wasn't the one who asked you to follow me all around.”

She darted a glare at him.

“So, what do you want from me? I'm more busy than this.”

She accessed him. “What do you do for a living?”

“Is that any of your business?”

“Compared to the way you were dressed last night, I almost didn't recognize when I saw you earlier.”

“You still haven't answered my question.”

She relaxed in her seat. This man is so rude. “What happened last night?”

“Is that…” Charles scoffed. “You are seriously not asking me that, are you?”

“I don't remember what happened,” this time her voice was quiet.

Charles darted a glance at her before quickly looking away. “Nothing happened. You asked me to have sex with you but the way you were dressed turned me off.”

“What?!”

Charles shrugged. “Even if a man was horny last night, your dress would have totally made him run.”

Sadie tried to keep her calm. Since meeting this man last night, she had lost count of how many times she’d wished she could break his head..

“By the way, you were not drunk last night, why don't you remember what happened?”

“I'll tell you if you sign this contract,” she took a document from the front seat and gave it to him.

Charles gave her a suspicious look before looking at the document. A chuckle escaped his lip.

“Get married to you?” He glanced at her. “That's a bit too much to ask a stranger.”

“What you know might put my reputation in great danger.”

“What does that have to do with this?” He held the contract in her face.

“I'll be able to watch you for twenty four hours.”

Charles looked at her closely. “What does any of that have to do with last night?”

“I sleepwalk and when I wake up, I have no idea what happened the whole time. I wake up to find myself in strange places.”

________ EMMY’S HOUSE______

Emmy stepped into the kitchen. She covered her nose at the sharp smell coming from the sink. She grabbed the only clean plate in the plate rack before going outside to eat the takeout she ordered two hours ago.

It was barely twenty four hours since Charles left her life but she had lost count of the number of great things that had happened in her life.

First, Roger unexpectedly proposed to her. She still hadn't recovered from the excitement.

Since his proposal, a lot of companies have reached out to her asking for one collaboration, partnership or one thing or the other.

Plus— her phone rang, cutting her out of her thoughts.

It was her personal assistant calling.

“Ma'am, the minute of the meeting three days ago has not been sent.”

Emmy frowns. “Who is supposed to send it? Are some workers slacking on their job?”

“I have no idea, ma'am. That was why I called you.”

“I'll look into it.”

“Ma'am, wait a second. All the documents that should have been reviewed by you have still not been reviewed. For instance, the survey that was taken in Decatur last week. Plus, there are some letters that you normally draft around the time of the month.

“And, ma'am, you always made a data sheet of how much the company had increased every three days. You haven't done that yet. Also—”

“Wait a minute,” Emmy muttered. “Do you say I do all those?”

“Yes, ma'am. You also call the technicians who work on our gadgets yourself. One of them called me this morning to ask if you were okay. He said something about not having seen your motivation for the day. I had no idea what he was talking about but I wrote it down to inform you.”

Emmy frowned. She didn't remember ever doing any of that. This was the first time she was even hearing that something like that existed.

“I'll call you back,” Emmy said and hung up.

She padded to their room. Opened the door and went straight to the laptop on the reading table.

She had always seen Charles here every night before she slept. She never bothered to ask what he was doing because it was obvious it would be nonsense.

She turned on the laptop. She saw a couple of letters that looked familiar. A couple of proposals she submitted.

What is happening? She sat down. What are they doing on this laptop?

She dialed a number on her phone. “Hello.”

“Kid sister, you are finally doing crazy things, being asked out by Mr Roger,” her elder brother said at the other end.

“Thanks. The proposal I sent to the Lincoln family, you were the one who helped me with it, right?”

Her brother chuckled at the other end. “Even I myself I'm not done with my own work, how will I help you do yours?”

She called her other brothers and sister, none of them were the one.

Emmy shook her head. It wasn't not possible.

Does that mean everything she had been doing, that she thought were from her siblings, were all Charles' deeds?

No way, right?

She opened more documents. All the things her personal assistant spoke about the other time were all on the laptop, including the motivation to the technical workers who handle all the company's gadgets.

Her phone rang.

It was her personal assistant calling again.

“Ma'am, the proposal for the—”

Emmy hung up.

“Charlesssssssssssssssss!” She screamed.

What the fuck has that guy done with her?!!!!!

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    Charles looked around the room, then slowly pulled out his phone. He took a few photos, careful to capture every corner—the gown, the boxes, the rings.He sent the pictures to his team.“I want everything you can dig up about someone named Cox,” he said. “Apparently, he had some connection to Sadie in the past.”There was silence at first. Then a quiet voice responded on the other end.“We’re sorry, sir.”Charles raised an eyebrow.“We didn’t mean to step out of line,” another chimed in. “We were just worried… in case something bad happened to you.”Then Hardin spoke.“Whatever you decide, Big Boss, we’re with you. Always. You’ve dedicated your life to us—we’re more than ready to return the favor.”“And even if you decided to retire tomorrow,” another added, “we’d back you. Completely, sir.”Charles’s expression shifted slightly, the tiniest flicker of something unreadable crossing his face.

  • 121

    By the time Charles got back to the house that night, Sadie was already asleep in her room.“She went straight in the moment we got home,” Hardin had informed him earlier, just before Charles dismissed him for the night.Charles quietly opened her bedroom door. She was curled up on her bed, fast asleep. He exhaled in relief, then slipped away to his own room to change and maybe hop on a quick call with August—they still had that Colombia trip coming up in two days.He had no idea how he was going to break it to Sadie. He hated lying to her, but dragging her into the mess he was dealing with? That was worse. She’d been through enough already.He was pulling off his shirt when a knock came at his door.Charles froze.No one else was supposed to be home. Unless the house was haunted—which honestly wouldn't surprise him at this point—there was no reason anyone should be knocking.Then the knock came again.He c

  • 120

    Charles walked briskly toward the curb, raising a hand to flag down a cab. Just as one rolled up, a man came stumbling out of nowhere, collapsing to his knees in front of him, panting like he’d run for his life. “Sir, I’m really… really sorry,” the man gasped. It was Andrew. Charles arched a brow. “Sorry for what? You handed in your resignation all by yourself. Or was someone holding a gun to your head?” His tone was light, almost amused, like he was genuinely trying to piece together what Andrew was babbling about. “Please don’t do this, sir,” Andrew choked out. “If I lose this job, I’m as good as dead. My family—” “You should’ve thought about them before starting the fire,” Charles cut in, already opening the door to the waiting cab. “Holden must have passed on my warning the first time. I assume you thought I was joking.” “I was stupid, I admit it! I didn’t know what I was doing, I—”

  • 119

    As if on cue, the rest of the family hissed in near-unison, like a choir of bitter serpents rehearsing their disdain. “Who does she think she is?” one of them spat, face twisted in disgust. “Even if she dropped dead right now, I wouldn’t blink.” “Stupid girl.” “So immature. I only pity that poor gentleman who’s seen this side of her—he’ll have no choice but to leave her again.” “No one ever stays with her.” Charles stood there, briefly stunned, watching the room slip back into idle chatter like they hadn’t just torn someone apart with words sharp enough to draw blood. Their cruelty was so casual, it almost looked rehearsed. He turned back to Sadie. She was completely out of it—slumped, wrecked, emotionally gutted. He didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room and scooped her into his arms. Just as he stepped outside, Lauren rushed toward him, arms slightly spread like sh

  • 118

    Lauren’s grin returned. She reached for his hand——but Charles yanked away before she could touch him.He pulled out his phone and dialed.“Remove Lauren Wyatt from the candidate list. Effective immediately.”She blinked.He made a second call.“Terminate her contract. Right now.”And a third.“Make sure she’s banned from the building for the next two weeks.”Lauren stood frozen. She couldn’t process what was happening.What the hell was he doing?She tried to laugh it off. He was bluffing, right?Charles looked up from his phone with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.“Congratulations, Miss Lauren.” He stepped closer, voice cold.“You won’t be shopping in any luxury mall this summer—but don’t worry, Walmart still welcomes you.”He turned to walk off.“And yeah… you just made my day,” he added“I need to meet more pe

  • 117

    “Last time, I almost sent out formal invites before she suddenly broke up with the guy.”Charles didn’t miss a beat. “How old is she turning today?” he asked, smoothly shifting the topic.“I saw her earlier. She’s sharp. A really intelligent girl,” he added to make sure no one changed the topic again.The birthday girl’s mother lit up.“I get that a lot, Charles. She’s just eight, but sometimes she asks me questions that completely throw me off.”That way, Charles managed to steer the conversation away.He gave Sadie’s hand a gentle squeeze under the table.Meanwhile, across from them, Lauren was trying her hardest to pull his attention—subtly tugging her gown higher over her thigh every few minutes.“We can leave if you want,” Charles whispered to Sadie.“The party just started. It’d be rude.”Just then, a huge man approached. Broad, commanding—a replica of Sadie.Charles didn’t need

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