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.

resting? Not following

made Thelma's eyes sting with unshed tears. Just moments before, she had been questioning herself, wondering what

concern unraveled her defenses. She couldn't hold back her tears

is just minor. Clement and I are handling it, and

only made her cry harder,

alarmed. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Don't be scared. I'm

not scared... Charles,

and my family is a mess. I have many issues myself, yet you're still so sincere with me. When problems arise, you stand before me, shielding me from the storm. I

heavy with worry. She didn't want to drag Charles into

"What's the big deal? You've always been my girlfriend; people should know about our

"But..."

Relax, get some rest at home, and if anything comes up,just call mez Don't bother responding to anyone else's calls or messages, alright?" Charles' tone was

nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to

Warwick showing up. There was no