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.

Clement to find you a new

finished giving her instructions, he prepared

you and Mr. Feron." Charles shook his head. "It's not your

couldn't stand Warwick

entertainment industry was a result of relentless self-

lingered on Thelma. She wore a loose, white loungewear dress that looked

that glowed with natural beauty. Her clear eyes seemed to catch the light, holding

felt his heart skip

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up to Warwick for me," Thelma said, her voice tinged with worry. "He's not the type to let things go. I'm

out of his thoughts and quickly looked away, lowering his eyes. "Don't worry about me. His tricks won't work. If he

downstairs," Thelma said, trying not to sound overly anxious since Charles had

found themselves alone

however, had no such concern. To most,