Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

This time around, it was Charlotte's turn to be taken aback. She hadn't expected Raina to transform into a different person so quickly.

"Miss Charlotte, this way please," Ophelia motioned for Charlotte to follow her.

Before she could refuse, Raina had already turned and left. Immediately after, a few burly maids appeared out of nowhere and circled her menacingly.

Enveloped by their imposing spirit, she had already lost.

Under Ophelia's guidance, Charlotte arrived at a small three-story villa in the garden.

As soon as the group stepped through the door, Charlotte was immediately seized by two of the maids. Then, Ophelia walked up to her and confiscated her purse and phone. "What are you doing?" Charlotte flew into a panic.

'T m afraid we'll have to impose on Miss Charlotte here for a few days. Madam has ordered that Miss Charlotte may leave once she thinks things through."

With that, the two maids released their grip on Charlotte and left, slamming the door shut behind them.

Everything seemed to have happened in a fleeting moment, just like what one would see on TV.

Was she under house arrest?

Instinctively, Charlotte scanned her surroundings warily.

looked like a villa from the outside, but it was no different than a prison cell on the inside. It had no stairs or rooms. It was just four walls and

the window on the ceiling for lighting purposes,

was left with a sofa

sat on the sofa and waited for

by at noon to deliver

latched herself onto her and tried to exit with her. "Let me out," she demanded. However, she froze in her

want to meet your employer. This is illegal;

matter how much Charlotte yelled, everyone she met stayed

her voice turned hoarse. Only then did

equivalent of giving up her chance to recover Emerson Corp. How

while Charlotte was held captive and disconnected from the outside world.

her tiptoes by the office desk. She stared piteously at

gone missing. Please help me find her,"

He wiped the tears from Sheryl's eyes and asked in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, kid. Tell me, where did you get separated from your mother?" Sheryl pouted as more tears formed in her eyes. "I didn't get lost. It's Mommy who got lost. She hasn't been

have you

get through," sobbed

Sheryl and was surprised to find no one with

abandoned child? But who

by chance have your father's phone number? Or

serious thought and