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.

got some nerve. So resourceful, huh? So quick to get involved with Charles? And now you've got him publicly announcing your relationship—at a time

someone else swoop in

with their relationship. Charles had told her not to worry about anything, but

brief moment, her eyes welled with emotion. "Yeah,

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

deepened. "So, those photos-they're real, aren't they? You really

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

have you slept with behind my back?

gripped

obsessed over turned

others, and now she

Charles. The realization churned

But

face darkened

clearly