Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 84 Is He A Professional Cyclist

He was not exactly interested in Charlotte. The only reason he chose to follow her was due to the demonic energy he sensed from her when he first met her.

He refrained from mentioning his suspicions about the demonic energy surrounding the young girl earlier in the living room, knowing that the Sunderlands would not understand his words and wanting to avoid causing unnecessary worry for them.

Moreover, Emrys had been treated with kindness by Franklin throughout their interactions. In addition, Cordelia had shared with Emrys that the Sunderlands were willing to dedicate all their sales channels to promoting and distributing products from Cordelia Group.

Therefore, it was imperative for him to take an active role in keeping Charlotte out of trouble.

Emrys followed silently behind.

As Charlotte quickened her pace, frustration and puzzlement filled her. Who exactly is this person? He’s even pushing a bicycle? What a weirdo!

Beside an Audi SUV, stood two men and a woman.

One of the young men, around twenty–two or twenty–three years old, wore sunglasses, while the other two people appeared to be high school students.

They were waiting for Charlotte.

“You finally arrived! We’ve been waiting for you for almost half an hour!” The girl named Shaynice Thankhew was the first to spot Charlotte.

Charlotte and enthusiastically grabbed her hands, revealing that they were best friends. “Sorry, Shaynice, I had late lunch today,” Charlotte

older brother, Lance Trump. He’ll be joining our trip to Mount Celestial. Look, this is his SUV,” Shaynice said, bringing Charlotte over and

“Hey, Lance,” Charlotte greeted.

smiled and

size Charlotte up and was especially drawn to her fair and beautiful legs beneath the pleats of her skirt. Nice. What a sweet,

desire, but they remained hidden behind his sunglasses, unnoticed

Kyril Trump said, “Now that everyone’s here, let’s get going. I can’t wait

of them swiftly got

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Is He

curiously, “Is that Saint

course. We went there once last week, and when Saint Yellowbeard started chanting, it’s like a magical power that instantly envelops

and could not help but ask,

ehm… nothing.” Charlotte was checking to see if Emrys was

for Emrys to

Charlotte could not shake off a strange

seemed Emrys was always trailing behind

road, the path ahead became relatively flat. Unable to resist the urge, Charlotte looked back again and

“What’s wrong?” Shaynice asked.