Chapter 84
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-07-20 23:45:12
Carter cleared his throat, the sound slicing through the low hum of casual murmurs like a blade.

The room quieted as his eyes landed on Charlotte.

“Charlotte,” he said, voice calm but firm.

“Why don’t you take a seat? This isn’t something we can explain while everyone’s standing. It’ll take more than a moment.”

Charlotte, still in her heels and work attire, blinked at him with thinly veiled irritation.

Her shoulders sagged slightly from the weight of the day.

She dropped her bag onto the floor near the armchair, brushing a stray curl from her face.

“I just walked in from a fourteen-hour day,” she said coolly.

“So if you’ve gathered everyone here, Uncle Carter, it better be worth my time. I’m exhausted, not idle. Go ahead and get to the point.”

Still, she sank reluctantly into the chair across from the others, arms folded, legs crossed.

Her eyes, sharp and unreadable, fixed on the two men seating adjacent to her like they were salesmen knocking on the wrong doo
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