Charlotte's face turned red again.

After a few words, Shane hung up the phone.

He laid on the hotel sofa with one arm behind his head. His slightly tilted face happened to line up with the view of the beach outside the window.

The mesmerizing horizon stretched across the deep blue sea, one couldn't help but feel delighted by the sight.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, his porcelain- white skin shimmered under the sun.

Charlotte's soft voice echoed through his ears. It seemed she looked forward to his return.

Shane's heart filled with warmth at the thought of that.

He picked up his phone again and called Cole.

"Book me the earliest flight back home." Any trace of tenderness was instantly replaced with coldness.

"President, are you going back now?" Cole asked when he heard his request.

Shane's answer

his tone was firm with no room for

made

wouldn't he miss

not hesitate even after he heard this. "I will personally inform the prince. You just need to make the necessary arrangements," He said adamantly. Cole

put away the phone, she placed

her mind, "My home is

words made her

her thoughts on Shane's attitude, she did not notice someone following and slowly

someone draped a sack over her head blinding

to shout for help, but her mouth

turned dark and she lost all consciousness, her body was free to be dragged

culprit behind this was the person who spoke on the phone with Yuliana, Duncan

with a strong and muscular

the whole plot had been preplanned as he carried Charlotte in a sack

Charlotte out of the hospital through a hole in the wall. He then flipped himself

the van, it headed northwest and

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