Richest Mogul

Chapter 1767

Thelma immediately invited Charles inside.

Her apartment was a modest 220 square feet, with a combined living and

sleeping area. The kitchen was by the entrance, and the bathroom was tucked to

the right.

Despite the limited space, Thelma kept everything tidy. Her dislike for clutter ensured the apartment felt neat and welcoming.

The smallness of the space momentarily took Charles aback. In a building like this, larger units were likely available, yet Thelma had chosen one of the smallest layouts.

Even so, the room was thoughtfully arranged. A single couch and coffee table created a small but inviting corner to relax. The decor, warm and feminine, exuded a cozy charm.

Charles accepted the glass of water Thelma offered, sipping slowly as unease crept in. He realized he was in a single woman's home.

said, standing abruptly. "Make sure to lock the door after I'm gone. I'll ask Clement to find you a new

he finished giving her instructions,

sorry for causing trouble for you and Mr. Feron." Charles shook his head. "It's not

stand

was a result of relentless self- promotion rather than

to leave, his eyes lingered on Thelma. She wore a

face that glowed with natural beauty.

heart skip

iel

with worry. "He's not the type to let things go. I'm afraid

looked away, lowering his eyes. "Don't worry about me. His tricks won't work. If he wants

said, trying not to sound overly

minutes later, they found

careful not to be recognized in public. Thelma, however, had no such concern. To most, she was still a nobody—no fans,