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Charlotte dropped her documents and made her way over to the window to marvel at the awe-inspiring view. Could Francesca be here to look for me?

“Meeting adjourned!” Danrique said in a cold voice.

The executives almost trampled over one another in their haste to leave the office.

“Danrique...”

“I knew it!” He gritted his teeth in consternation. “I know she wouldn't be able to let go of her money, so I locked her bank cards, ID, and jewelry away in a safe downstairs. She took the bait!”

Charlotte was flabbergasted. Francesca is not here for me after all! She's here for her money.

“Get back,” Danrique ordered before pulling open his drawer to reveal a safe painted entirely in gold. “You have no business being here.”

I'm confident that she would not be able to escape with the safe without me noticing. If she's going to try anyway, things might get dangerous for Charlotte.

“We can talk about it, Danrique,” Charlotte pleaded.

Danrique merely flapped his hands impatiently.

Charlotte did not need to be told twice. Beckoning at Lupine and Morgan, the trio left hurriedly. Charlotte turned to take one last look at the safe when they were at the door.

side of the safe. In that photograph, Danrique's head was tilted with

them had their lips locked though

encounter must have been secretly captured as they appeared taken aback in the picture. It must have been the only photographic proof

much Danrique valued that photograph by holding on to

the safe which

herself. “How did you meet her,

to you?

for a fight to the death with Francesca and was

at the photograph on the safe. “Was that photograph of the both of you taken in secret

gaze fell upon it as if he had forgotten

he gazed lingered on the photograph, the anger in his eyes seemed to soften as a complex mix of emotions welled

communication, Danrique,” she said gently before departing. “It's no use being more headstrong than she is in the hopes of forcing her into conformity. You need to appeal to the

crammed full of panic-stricken employees as if the

it was that the future Mrs. Lindberg might have done? Why is everyone

“I don't think it's wise to be here when whatever Mr.

the crowded elevators, opting instead

right, Charlotte. Let's

out of her mouth when several

Charlotte against the