Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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The door opened.
Adrian stood there, his dark gaze locked on her.
Charlotte pretended to be shocked, clutching her robe. "Mr. Blackwell, barging into a woman's room at night isn't very gentlemanly."
Adrian moved toward her until she fell back onto the sofa.
He leaned down, hands on the sofa back, trapping her.
His voice was rough. "Charlotte, come with me."
Charlotte laughed coldly. "You must be drunk. Wrong person again. Leave now or I'm calling security!"
"Security?"
Adrian gave a harsh laugh, his eyes burning red. "I've been looking for you for three years—almost went crazy! I worried about your legs, if you could work, if you were cold or hungry, if you had anyone..."
"I was an idiot not to believe you then, pushing you to leave that way! But you're safe now. I've made sure Preston can't touch you, and Jessica paid for what she did..."
Charlotte's eyes flashed with mockery.
His "payback" meant what? Giving Jessica the cold shoulder? Some business pressure on Preston?
What about her broken legs? Her torture and death in that past life?
She'd woken up to the truth—depending on men and so-called love was a mistake.
This time, she wouldn't rely on anyone.
Helping James Peterson take over, getting financial freedom and power—that was her path now.
"Mr. Blackwell, control yourself!"
She shouted, pressing the emergency button hidden in the sofa cushions.
But the alarm that should have gone off instantly remained silent.
Adrian's eyes darkened with pain and understanding.
His assistant suddenly appeared at the door. "Sir, Quinn's heading this way! We need to go now!"
But Adrian didn't move an inch, his eyes still fixed on Charlotte.
Right then, Quinn's confused voice came from outside: "Magna? Why's the door—"
Before he finished, a shadow moved and Quinn dropped to the floor with a grunt.
Charlotte's eyes went wide.
This wasn't the polite, by-the-book Adrian she knew.
Adrian gave her one final look that chilled her to the bone.
Then he turned and walked out, his assistant quickly grabbing the knocked-out Quinn.
That night, Charlotte tossed and turned, her dreams full of Adrian.
She woke up feeling heavy, the dreams already fading.
Quinn showed up rubbing his head, grumbling: "Magna, what happened last night? My neck hurts like hell for some reason."
Charlotte shut the door and typed quickly on her tablet.
[All going as planned. Adrian will come looking for me soon. When he does, use it to get what you need.]
Quinn's eyes lit up. "Got it!"
She'd barely deleted the message when Quinn's assistant reported: "Sir, Mr. Blackwell wants to inspect the clean energy plant today."
Their faces fell.
That factory was a key part of James Peterson's money pipeline in South City. The books looked clean, but the actual production and cash flow wouldn't hold up under a tech expert like Adrian's inspection.
"I'm coming too," Charlotte said, standing up.
Inside the modern factory, machinery hummed loudly.
Charlotte stayed close to Quinn, listening to his formal small talk with Adrian.
When Adrian asked to speak with the floor techs, her heart jumped into her throat.
Adrian's questions seemed casual: "What's the daily output on this line?"
"How's the pass rate?"
"How often do you work overtime, and what's the compensation?"
The technicians answered honestly.
Charlotte's internal alarm bells went crazy.
He was piecing together the real production capacity and labor costs from these small details, which would reveal the actual profit margins.
After running through some options in her head, Charlotte suddenly stumbled and gasped.
"Quinn... I don't feel so great." Adrian stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on her.
Quinn jumped on it: "Mr. Blackwell, I'll take Magna back to the hotel. Feel free to continue your—"
"We're done here. Let's go."
Adrian cut him off coldly and headed straight for the exit.
Adrian stood there, his dark gaze locked on her.
Charlotte pretended to be shocked, clutching her robe. "Mr. Blackwell, barging into a woman's room at night isn't very gentlemanly."
Adrian moved toward her until she fell back onto the sofa.
He leaned down, hands on the sofa back, trapping her.
His voice was rough. "Charlotte, come with me."
Charlotte laughed coldly. "You must be drunk. Wrong person again. Leave now or I'm calling security!"
"Security?"
Adrian gave a harsh laugh, his eyes burning red. "I've been looking for you for three years—almost went crazy! I worried about your legs, if you could work, if you were cold or hungry, if you had anyone..."
"I was an idiot not to believe you then, pushing you to leave that way! But you're safe now. I've made sure Preston can't touch you, and Jessica paid for what she did..."
Charlotte's eyes flashed with mockery.
His "payback" meant what? Giving Jessica the cold shoulder? Some business pressure on Preston?
What about her broken legs? Her torture and death in that past life?
She'd woken up to the truth—depending on men and so-called love was a mistake.
This time, she wouldn't rely on anyone.
Helping James Peterson take over, getting financial freedom and power—that was her path now.
"Mr. Blackwell, control yourself!"
She shouted, pressing the emergency button hidden in the sofa cushions.
But the alarm that should have gone off instantly remained silent.
Adrian's eyes darkened with pain and understanding.
His assistant suddenly appeared at the door. "Sir, Quinn's heading this way! We need to go now!"
But Adrian didn't move an inch, his eyes still fixed on Charlotte.
Right then, Quinn's confused voice came from outside: "Magna? Why's the door—"
Before he finished, a shadow moved and Quinn dropped to the floor with a grunt.
Charlotte's eyes went wide.
This wasn't the polite, by-the-book Adrian she knew.
Adrian gave her one final look that chilled her to the bone.
Then he turned and walked out, his assistant quickly grabbing the knocked-out Quinn.
That night, Charlotte tossed and turned, her dreams full of Adrian.
She woke up feeling heavy, the dreams already fading.
Quinn showed up rubbing his head, grumbling: "Magna, what happened last night? My neck hurts like hell for some reason."
Charlotte shut the door and typed quickly on her tablet.
[All going as planned. Adrian will come looking for me soon. When he does, use it to get what you need.]
Quinn's eyes lit up. "Got it!"
She'd barely deleted the message when Quinn's assistant reported: "Sir, Mr. Blackwell wants to inspect the clean energy plant today."
Their faces fell.
That factory was a key part of James Peterson's money pipeline in South City. The books looked clean, but the actual production and cash flow wouldn't hold up under a tech expert like Adrian's inspection.
"I'm coming too," Charlotte said, standing up.
Inside the modern factory, machinery hummed loudly.
Charlotte stayed close to Quinn, listening to his formal small talk with Adrian.
When Adrian asked to speak with the floor techs, her heart jumped into her throat.
Adrian's questions seemed casual: "What's the daily output on this line?"
"How's the pass rate?"
"How often do you work overtime, and what's the compensation?"
The technicians answered honestly.
Charlotte's internal alarm bells went crazy.
He was piecing together the real production capacity and labor costs from these small details, which would reveal the actual profit margins.
After running through some options in her head, Charlotte suddenly stumbled and gasped.
"Quinn... I don't feel so great." Adrian stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on her.
Quinn jumped on it: "Mr. Blackwell, I'll take Magna back to the hotel. Feel free to continue your—"
"We're done here. Let's go."
Adrian cut him off coldly and headed straight for the exit.
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