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 us

Supposedly, Walter's birthday party this time was going to be

be at

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

"Probably not."

his seat. "Then

man closed his laptop and took the sleep mask from

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

blame for that troublemaker. Everyone thought Charles was a hopeless case and wanted nothing to do with him.

you come back early, can I stay longer in

tasks lately, and he

promised he could visit

already slipping on his eye mask, only the lower half

Charles, things between the Chester and Ferguson families are complicated. You

eyes, and suddenly, it all seemed to

the day, the wealthiest 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,

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, they picked a new heir-and this year,