Sean’s gentle expression Laded as he ended the call with Charlotte.
As soon as Sean hung up Charlotte’s call, another call came in. Luke was calling.
Sean’s voice tamed cold as he answered,<ol><li>ed. “What is it?”</li></ol>
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Luke’s voice was tense, trembling slightly. <b>“</b><b>Sir</b>, <b>bad </b>news, Our team just reported that judy’s father jumped from the hospital roof andmitted suicide. I don’t think it’s a coincidence. And the team searching for Gerald’s mother just called to report. They said…”
Sean’s eyes nanowed, his voice sharp as ice. “What did they <b>say</b>?”
“<b>They </b>said Gerald’s mother was found dead at home from caction monoxide poisoning. She had been burning charcoal for heat.”
A dangerous gleam shed In Sean’s eyes. “Is there any chance of <b>saving </b>her?”
Luke’s voice shook “Our team found her toote. She was already gone.”
Sean’s gaze turned icy, his voler cold enough to freeze. “Laike, you have <b>five </b><b>days </b>to figure <b>out </b>exactly what happened. You know the consequences if you fall.”
Luke’s voice was a panicked whisper. “Understood.
The next morning. Charlotte was woken by the sound of persistent knocking on her <b>door</b>.
At first, the “knock, knock, lock” was just part of her dream. But as her consciousness retumed, the sound became clearer. Someone was really at the door.
Who could it be this early?
She had stayed upte with her thoughts racing and had barely gotten my sleep, Normally wasn’t the type to wake up grumpy, but being pulled out of her dreams like this left her in a foul mood.
she dragged herself out of bed, slipped on her fuzzy slippers, and stumbled out of her bedroom.
Yawning, she unlocked and pulled open the door. “Who is it?”
Rubbing her sleepy <b>eyes</b>, she saw a familiar<b>, </b>annoying face.
Zac stood there, smiling brightly, holding a <b>bag </b>in his hand,
“Charlotte, I brought you brealdast. You have low blood sagar: You shouldn’t skip breakfast.”
“<b>Are </b><b>you </b>out of your <b>mind</b>?” <b>Charlotte’s </b>sleepiness vanished, reced by a surge of imitation,
hut Zac wasn’t bothered. He raised the bag, grinning. “I got your favorites–<b>pancakes </b>and maple syrup, <b>plus </b><b>a </b>blueberry muffin.‘
dudotte mmed the door f his face without another word.
Zac stood frozen for a moment, hip sinile stiffening
<b>But </b>busad of leaving, he began pounding on the <b>door</b>. “Charlottel <b>Please </b><b>open </b>the door! You <b>can </b>be mad <b>at </b>me, you can ignore me, but don’t skip breakfast! just take the food<b>, </b>okay? Please?”
Charlotte was furious.
“Why wouldn’t this guy just <b>go </b>away?” she futed.
From behind the closed door, she shouted, “Zac Gibson, get lost! If you keep bothering me<b>, </b><b>I’m </b>calling the police!”
The hole outside dinally stopped.
After a ropiorad of silen ?Zac’s voice came again, sutter tilostime. “11l leave the breakfast by your dour. Please <b>eat </b>soihething ”
Charlotte tulled her eyes and stomped back to bed, deteiiged to get more sleep.
<b>But </b>sleep wouldn’te. Her thoughts hept splming, her frustration bubbling.
Aller tossing and turning for a while, she finally sighed, rubbing her thessy hair<b>, </b>and <b>got </b><b>up </b>to washber tace.
the entrance of the
ut the apactionedplex, a sleek ck Maybach pulled up
-Güvenst night’sevents, Seandhose a more discreet car, avoiding his usual high–profile vehicle.
stepping out, he was followed by a bodyguard in a <b>ck </b>salt.
Sean walked to the entrance of Charlotte’s building.
“wait here,” he instructed, his voice calms but firm.
The bodyguard nodded respectfully. “Understood.”
Sean teached Charlotte’s door and knocked.
No response.
He knocked again, a little more firmly this time.
#23 Gibson, are you done? I’m seriously calling the cops this time!”
The door flew open, and Charlotte shouted, her voice sharp with frustration.
Sean <b>froze</b>.
Their eyes met..
Confusion flickered in his <b>dark</b>, deep eyes “Zac Gibson?“,
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