Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 694

Charles had no idea what the two men standing nearby were thinking he was too busy getting distracted by something shiny on the table. His eyes lit up as he spotted a piece of porcelain.

It looked sort of like a plate, but it was crystal clear and sparkled in the light. He picked it up and gave it a little shake, admiring it.

The doctor practically yelped, "Careful, young master! That's a white ice jade plate there's only one like it in the world! Please don't drop it!"

Charles didn't know the first thing about white ice jade. He just thought it looked cool and shiny. "I want this one, big bro."

The man took a slow sip of coffee. "Alright. Pack up, let's go."

Charles grinned from ear to ear and handed the plate to the doctor, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack. That thing was worth a fortune. But since the eldest master hadn't objected, the doctor could only keep quiet and start wrapping it up.

Charles's excitement skyrocketed the moment he stepped onto the private jet. He couldn't even think about sleeping.

The man next to him still had that cool, mature vibe going, typing away on his laptop like nothing in the world could faze him.

Charles got bored fast and couldn't help striking up a conversation. "So, when did Mitch head to the capital?"

He's meeting

time was going to be huge a

sister be

froze over the keyboard. Word was, the Ferguson family wasn't happy with her, and hadn't she lost her mind because of some medication?

"Probably not."

slumped back in his seat. "Then

sleep mask from the doctor. "You weren't going

mumbled, "Oh." He wasn't wrong. As a Chester, he'd

that troublemaker. Everyone thought Charles was a hopeless case and wanted nothing to do with him. He was too tired to

bro, if you come back early, can I

and

promised he

eye mask,

Chester and Ferguson families are complicated. You can't

seemed to make

families from Country Z had immigrated overseas-some had even played key roles in wars. Over the years, they'd grown into massive clans, just as powerful as the big overseas conglomerates. Their influence rivaled the top families back home, and even the president was careful not to cross them. The

was one of the powerhouses, but the Ferguson family was even older, with a longer history and deep connections-even with old royalty. Thanks to influence from overseas churches, they'd set up a council of five elders over a hundred years ago. Every thirty years,