Richest Mogul

Chapter 1779

Since Thelma left the set, she had followed Charles' advice and returned home. Her phone was not turned off but set to silent mode.

Charles had mentioned that many people would be trying to contact her today. Some would be genuinely concerned, while others would simply be seeking drama. Either way, she didn't need to concern herself with it. Her priority was the script.

The new place she had moved to was also an apartment, but it was bigger, in a better complex with improved security, and she didn't have to worry about the media following her.

With the police involved and a lawyer handling the situation, there was nothing to fear. She hadn't done anything wrong, so there was no reason to feel afraid. The ones who should be worried were those who had fabricated the fake photos.

She refocused on the script. If she wanted to match Charles' caliber, she needed to put in the effort. Talking the talk wasn't enough; she had to take action and work hard.

Just as she finished reviewing her lines, a knock came at the door. Assuming it was Charles, she walked over to open it.

However, the sight of the person standing there made her expression harden.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her hand already on the door, ready to close it.

But Warwick wedged his foot in the doorway, blocking her attempt.

Charles? And now you've got him publicly announcing your relationship—at a time like this? I underestimated you." Warwick's words were filled with

else swoop in

with their relationship.

her eyes welled with

would never meet someone who truly cared for her. But Charles had proven otherwise. Through his actions,

sneer deepened. "So, those photos-they're real, aren't they? You really surprise me, Thelma. Acting all

in front of me, pretending you didn't want anything to do

slept with behind my back? I thought you were

gripped with venom.

had schemed and obsessed

and now she

The realization churned his

have been more disgusting. But more than

darkened at

clearly haven't seen