After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Charles had never cared about what Yolanda truly felt, yet her hollow performance now ignited his curiosity.

She walked past him and started up the stairs. He waited for her on the landing, leaning back with an air of detached coolness. “I took care of that celebrity issue,” he mentioned.

She continued down the hall without looking back. “Okay.”

Charles watched her go, a fresh cigarette perched between his fingers, unlit. After a brief pause, he followed her.

Yolanda grabbed her pajamas and headed for the shower. When she stepped out, she found him already in bed, leaning against the headboard with his long legs stretched out. She froze, about to ask what he was doing here.

But then, his phone rang. This time, it wasn’t Sophie.

A moment later, Jack knocked on the door. “Mr. Sinclair, we’ve identified the mole who leaked the internal info.”

The leaked bid had cost Charles a major project he’d spent months preparing for. Now, they finally had a lead.

Yolanda moved toward the bed and reached for the covers, but his hand closed around her wrist. “Come with me. I want you there.”

She frowned, turned away, and began changing into her sleep clothes.

Charles watched, faintly amused, his hand resting lightly on her waist. “You’ve been acting different lately. sweetheart.”

Around a man like Charles, even the smallest shift in behavior didn’t go unnoticed. She kept her eyes down, changing slowly. “I’m just tired

She got into the car after him; Jack was behind the wheel. They pulled up to another of Charles’s properties, one Yolanda had never seen before.

The e moment she stepped inside, the metallic tang of blood hit her like a wall. She recoiled instinctively.

In the center of the living room, a man, beaten nearly unconscious, seemed to sense their arrival. He began pleading frantically, voice ragged, “Mr. Sinclair, I shouldn’t have done this. I’m begging you, let me go, just this once. Have mercy!”

Charles walked calmly to the sofa in the middle of the room and sat down. His expensive leather shoes were smudged with blood, but he paid them no mind.

The man crawled forward, forehead dripping crimson. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry. I’ll return every cent to the company. I was wrong. I was greedy.”

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but Charles shifted

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expression. A chill ran through her. She’d known Charles for years and had seen

blood from

to them. Looks

“Stop them.” Charles ordered.

They’re innocent, I’m begging you… His voice broke

this-

son who’d just been accepted

against it. “Take my life! Just spare them,” he gasped before his eyes went blank and he collapsed,

heavy silence, broken only by Charles’s low, humorless

understand, already made a hushed, urgent call to intercept the man’s wife and son before they could board

She’d grown up in the Grant

Sheltered by strict upbringing and polished manners, the raw brutality of the

noting her pale complexion.

took a step back. After everything had settled, she just wanted to go home. “When are

lit a cigarette, the flame flickering in his dark eyes. “I thought you might plead for mercy o

“If the family profited from his betrayal, they’re not innocent.” And

sweat. This was the price of betraying Charles. Arrogant, ruthless, and surrounded

code.

a slow breath, forcing her

leaned back. In one

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the back of the couch until their faces were

met hers. It was a hard, possessive kiss tinged with the scent of blood and tobacco. “Honey,”

feeling his breath coming sharp

released her wrist slowly and

Jack replied, “Yes, sir.”

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