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.

now," he said, standing abruptly. "Make sure to lock the door after I'm gone. I'll ask Clement to find you a new place. If Warwick contacts you again, call the police immediately. Clement will handle the

her instructions,

response. "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you and Mr. Feron." Charles shook his head. "It's not your fault. Warwick's the

couldn't stand Warwick

a result of

to leave, his eyes lingered on Thelma. She wore a loose, white loungewear dress that looked comfortable

neckline highlighted her delicate, radiant features. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a bare face that

felt his heart skip a

iel

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

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

walk you downstairs," Thelma said, trying not to sound

found themselves

be recognized in public. Thelma, however, had no such concern. To most, she was still