Richest Mogul

Chapter 1780

The thought of Thelma and Charles being intimate made Warwick feel sick to his

core.

Inside, Thelma ignored his shouting and relentless pounding on the door. Once she calmed down, she immediately called the security guard.

She couldn't fathom how Warwick had managed to bypass the building's excellent security or how he even knew where she lived. The chilling realization that he might have hired someone to investigate her sent a shiver down her spine. He had crossed too many lines.

Within ten minutes, Warwick's shouting ceased.

She could faintly hear him arguing with the security guards outside. He valued his public image, so she knew he wouldn't risk causing more trouble.

Sitting on the couch, she drank two glasses of water, letting the cool liquid soothe her frayed nerves. Once she felt composed, she picked up her phone and called Charles.

He answered almost instantly.

be resting? Not following orders now, are you?" Charles teased

before, she had been questioning herself, wondering what she had

unraveled her defenses. She

immediately picked up on it. "Are you crying? Were you scared? Don't worry about it. Everything happening right now is just minor. Clement and I are handling it, and the police will track down who faked those photos soon

cry harder, her sobs growing

grew more alarmed. "Hey, hey, what's

not scared... Charles,

myself, yet you're still so sincere with me. When problems arise, you stand before me, shielding me from

heavy with worry. She didn't want to

big deal? You've always been my girlfriend; people should know about our relationship. Announcing it today or tomorrow makes

"But..."

comes up,just call mez Don't bother responding to anyone else's calls or messages, alright?" Charles'

"Okay, I'll listen to

need to tell Charles about Warwick showing up. There was no point in