The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 637

The phone's shrill ring just wouldn't stop.

Charles sucked in a breath, wrestling down the tide of fury and panic boiling in his chest. He forced his breathing steady, and when he spoke, his voice came out calm—almost unnaturally so, hiding every trace of the tempest within. "Ms. Cipoletti-"

He barely got the words out. Suddenly, a voice crashed through the receiver-a desperate, trembling wail on the edge of sobs.

"Daddy-!"

That cry hit him like a white-hot needle, cutting through every last bit of composure he'd tried to hold onto.

"Charlie!" he choked out, his voice ragged. In a flash, he shot up from his chair like he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, the sound harsh and jarring.

On the other end, Luna caught it all—a crack in his armor, clear as day.

Her lips curled into a cold, triumphant smile.

See? That little brat was always her trump card, her most reliable puppet, the weapon that never missed its mark. As long as she held the strings, Charles would never break free.

All she had to do was get him out of the way, leave Evelyn alone and unprotected in that hotel room...

Her "hunter" would slip in, silent as a shadow.

To destroy those hands built for art?

just the

every last hope Evelyn had, leave her drowning in despair for the rest

"Mr. Jenkins!"

now with just the right amount of panic and helplessness, her words tumbling out in

Just now, she started crying

every word was

resist. Not for

Still longed for the

was just the faintest chance, it

Charles snapped, not even waiting for a reply

on the line, her smile spreading wide-pure,

He's taken the bait.

roar ripped through

the hotel to Luna's villa should've taken at least forty minutes, even with empty streets. But in under thirty, Charles's headlights cut through the darkness like

stood by

the curtains casting

her

come to a stop, the night wind still swirling around¶t. Her smile deepened, colder and

arrived, she nodded for the butler to

quickly dialed the killer's

"It's time. Go."

assassin—already lurking near the