Charlotte wiped her tears, climbed out of bed, and smoothed her hair and clothes before walking over in the door.
“Max Sanders, I’m not feeling well tonight. I don’t have much of an appetite. Please go ahead and eat without me.”
Mrs. Sanders immediately noticed her swollen, tear–stained eyes. Her expression shifted with concer<ol><li>s. Riley, did something happen?”</li></ol>
charlotte shook her head gently, her voice thick from crying.
Mrs, Sanders hesitated, clearly worried.
“Would you like me to contact Mr. Jasper for you?“.
of all the things she could have said, that one hit the hardest,
Charlotte krw it wasn’t intentional, but I still stung.
She forced a smile that looked more like she was about to cry <b>again</b>, Trying to soundposed, she said, “Really, <b>I’m </b>okay. I guess I’m just not used to being here yet. And I’ve been worried about my dad’s condition it pot to me for a minote. That’s all. You don’t need to worry.”
Mrs. Sanders hadn’t heard about Desmond being hospitalized, so she didn’t press further. She just nodded.
“As long as you’re alright. You scared me for a second. I thought something serous had happened. Mr. Jasper gave me strict Instructions to look after you. He said If there’s anything wrong–even if it’s just trouble sleeping or not liking the food–1should let jm know right away.”
Charlotte’s eves flickered.
“He really said that?”
Ms. Sanders smiled kindly.
“He did. It’s obvious how much he cares about youL
Charlotte went quiet.
Mrs. Sanders continued, “Alright then, you get some rest. If you feel hungryter, just call me. I’ll fix something for you.
“That’s really not necessary. I’m not eating tonight. Go <b>ahead </b>and rest after you’re done.
Mrs. Saluters looked slightly uneasy-
“Mr. Jasper insisted you be well taken care of. I’m just across the hall. If you need anything, <b>just </b>knock.”
Sourwhere in a secluded vi, Joseph reclined on the sofa<b>, </b>one at resting along the backrest, legs casually crossed.
He looked rxed, but there was something cold and dangerous flickering in his eyes.
Though clenched teeth, he said, “You’re telling me the three of you couldn’t handle sean when he was with a woman?”
Kneeling on the flour was the man who had driven the Aston Martin in the afternoon’s ambush. His aun and head were wrapped in bandages, Sean had shot him in the arm, and after crashing into the guardrail, he had been locked unconscious from a serious head injury.
He had been nailed to the boypital by ambnce, but as soon as he regained consciousness, he ripped out the IV and shad straight to Joseph’s vi to report The man’s face was ghostly pale, whether from blood loss or fear. He trembled alignly as replied, “yes_sir.”
Jose’s eyes narrowed, his expression tuning <b>deadly </b>
“And the other two idiots? still missing?”
Just then, his personal bodyguard, Jolun, leaned down and whispered in his ca
<b>Boss</b><b>, </b>we just got word. The police found the bodies of Jack and Carl
Jack was the mercenary from Antis who had opened lite with the high–powered title. Car washom Jersey City one of Jobar’s <b>own </b>ment Both had been in the silver Fouche gas that few of the ditt. No one had expected them to survive. The policeding their bodies wasn’t a surprise. But Jack had still been holding the gun when the car went over the cliff. Now that weapon was in the hands of the police, and thatplicated everything. josejili’s eyes went cold–sharp as a de. With <b>a </b>snail, he suddenly <b>kicked </b>the man in <b>front </b>of him hard in the chest<b>, </b>seiling him sprawling across the floor.
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