Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 679

Chapter 679

Chapter 679 Clean Her Up

Charles had drunk even more than Emelie, and he was now lying passed out on his bed. However, a sudden phone call from his subordinate jolted him awake. "Mr. Davis, we've found Emmie!"

Charles sprang out of bed. "Where is she?"

The subordinate replied, "She bribed a sailor to let her board his ship, intending to escape Capebatt City. Our men surveying the area caught her. We've locked her up."

Charles asked, "Is the child with her?"

"Yes!" the subordinate said.

Charles let out a low chuckle and opened the closet, choosing a set of clothes to change into.

"That woman is cunning. Keep the child in another room. As long as we have the child, she won't dare to run. I'm going there right now!" Charles said.

At a cheap hotel near the dock, Emmie was guarded by several burly bodyguards. She tried to make a run for it multiple times, but she was stopped each time.

Charles arrived with his men, Emmie lunged at him and grabbed his

me back

you the clever one? With two burly men guarding

hair was disheveled and her clothes were dirty because she had lain down in the boat. She looked pathetic, a stark contrast to

him in despair. "What do

cold.

deep breath. "I don't know what you're talking about. We haven't seen each other in two years. There's nothing left

done. Mia is my daughter." Emmie let go of his collar, the color draining

careful during our time together. So how did you get pregnant with this child? Did you

it immediately.

"Oh, so it was an accident? If you were carrying my child, why didn't you tell me? You said you were struggling financially. Surely you knew I could give you more than what

you didn't. Is it because you've been with too many men

sure if the child was

finish speaking, Emmie slapped him hard across the face. Tears streamed down

the side due to the impact. He turned back around slowly, noticing the grievance and anger in

tongue, his voice cold. "This is a new experience for me. Someone

out and roughly gripped

years old, was unremarkable by his standards. Yet, a striking red mole on her forehead made her enchanting,