Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 19: Chapter 19
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That night, at the business dinner.
After a few rounds of drinks, a tipsy partner got rowdy: "Quinn, I hear Magna's not just talented but gorgeous too. Have her paint something for us!"
Quinn played it up: "Of course! Magna?"
Charlotte had just picked up a brush when the drunk guy staggered over: "Beautiful, paint me..."
Before he finished, SMASH—Adrian slammed his glass onto the floor.
The room went dead silent.
The air around him turned ice cold as his eyes cut into the man: "Are you here for business or to hit on women?"
The guy sobered up instantly, breaking into a cold sweat: "S-sorry Mr. Blackwell! The alcohol made me act stupid!"
He scrambled back to his seat and didn't dare make another move.
Charlotte kept her eyes down, each brushstroke steady, like nothing around her mattered.
Over the next few days, things stayed quiet.
Adrian seemed to forget about the factory, just showing up at social events.
But whenever Charlotte got anywhere near Quinn, that burning stare would follow her, getting more obvious by the day.
Another stormy night.
In her penthouse suite, Charlotte had just finished showering and was drinking water in her silk robe.
BEEP—
The electronic lock unlocked, and the door pushed open.
The smell of alcohol and cold rain hit her face.
Adrian stood there in a soaked suit, water dripping from his fingers onto the carpet.
Charlotte jumped back, clutching her robe, her voice shaking: "Adrian! Are you insane?! How many times are you going to do this?!"
Adrian walked toward her slowly, his eyes hungry, voice rough.
"I just wanted to see you. Is that so wrong?"
He stopped one step away, his eyes burning with emotions ready to explode.
Charlotte froze.
Adrian brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his voice intimate: "Charlotte, come with me. I can protect you."
Charlotte was backed against the bed with nowhere to go.
Her voice trembled: "Get out or I swear I'm calling security."
Adrian just laughed softly.
"James Peterson's money laundering through that South City factory—running on fake production reports and embezzled project funds for years, right? You can only hide the truth for so long."
Charlotte's heart stopped cold.
He knew everything!
A flash of mockery crossed Charlotte's eyes.
So the honorable Adrian Blackwell was blackmailing people for his own gain now.
Looking up, Charlotte put on a tearful expression.
"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Blackwell. Quinn saved my life! When I had nothing, he gave me everything! I swore I'd stay loyal to him forever!"
"Loyal?"
Adrian tasted the word, a bitter laugh escaping his throat.
Once, he'd blamed her for not being "loyal" enough.
Now she was giving that loyalty to someone else, stabbing him in the heart.
Charlotte pressed on: "And my name isn't Charlotte. I'm Magna. Please stop calling me by the wrong name."
Outside the window, the rain pounded harder.
Raindrops hammered the glass, each one tightening Adrian's chest.
Charlotte still wouldn't forgive him, wouldn't come back.
Fine then. He'd just have to take her.
That night, Adrian stared at her forever.
Before leaving, he said five words: "Magna, you will regret this."
For the first time, Charlotte wanted blood.
If he'd destroy James Peterson—destroy everything she'd built...
Then she'd have to get rid of him.
After a few rounds of drinks, a tipsy partner got rowdy: "Quinn, I hear Magna's not just talented but gorgeous too. Have her paint something for us!"
Quinn played it up: "Of course! Magna?"
Charlotte had just picked up a brush when the drunk guy staggered over: "Beautiful, paint me..."
Before he finished, SMASH—Adrian slammed his glass onto the floor.
The room went dead silent.
The air around him turned ice cold as his eyes cut into the man: "Are you here for business or to hit on women?"
The guy sobered up instantly, breaking into a cold sweat: "S-sorry Mr. Blackwell! The alcohol made me act stupid!"
He scrambled back to his seat and didn't dare make another move.
Charlotte kept her eyes down, each brushstroke steady, like nothing around her mattered.
Over the next few days, things stayed quiet.
Adrian seemed to forget about the factory, just showing up at social events.
But whenever Charlotte got anywhere near Quinn, that burning stare would follow her, getting more obvious by the day.
Another stormy night.
In her penthouse suite, Charlotte had just finished showering and was drinking water in her silk robe.
BEEP—
The electronic lock unlocked, and the door pushed open.
The smell of alcohol and cold rain hit her face.
Adrian stood there in a soaked suit, water dripping from his fingers onto the carpet.
Charlotte jumped back, clutching her robe, her voice shaking: "Adrian! Are you insane?! How many times are you going to do this?!"
Adrian walked toward her slowly, his eyes hungry, voice rough.
"I just wanted to see you. Is that so wrong?"
He stopped one step away, his eyes burning with emotions ready to explode.
Charlotte froze.
Adrian brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his voice intimate: "Charlotte, come with me. I can protect you."
Charlotte was backed against the bed with nowhere to go.
Her voice trembled: "Get out or I swear I'm calling security."
Adrian just laughed softly.
"James Peterson's money laundering through that South City factory—running on fake production reports and embezzled project funds for years, right? You can only hide the truth for so long."
Charlotte's heart stopped cold.
He knew everything!
A flash of mockery crossed Charlotte's eyes.
So the honorable Adrian Blackwell was blackmailing people for his own gain now.
Looking up, Charlotte put on a tearful expression.
"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Blackwell. Quinn saved my life! When I had nothing, he gave me everything! I swore I'd stay loyal to him forever!"
"Loyal?"
Adrian tasted the word, a bitter laugh escaping his throat.
Once, he'd blamed her for not being "loyal" enough.
Now she was giving that loyalty to someone else, stabbing him in the heart.
Charlotte pressed on: "And my name isn't Charlotte. I'm Magna. Please stop calling me by the wrong name."
Outside the window, the rain pounded harder.
Raindrops hammered the glass, each one tightening Adrian's chest.
Charlotte still wouldn't forgive him, wouldn't come back.
Fine then. He'd just have to take her.
That night, Adrian stared at her forever.
Before leaving, he said five words: "Magna, you will regret this."
For the first time, Charlotte wanted blood.
If he'd destroy James Peterson—destroy everything she'd built...
Then she'd have to get rid of him.
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