novelraw Chapter 810: Even Killing Doesn’t Matter
Chapter 810: Even Killing Doesn’t Matter
"The security here isn’t good." Charlotte walked over to stand in front of Janet Madison, her delicate, pale face showing no expression. "I bought some contact ether for self-defense."
"..." Janet opened her eyes wide, feeling her vision growing increasingly blurry, unable to utter a single word.
Watching Janet completely lose consciousness, a hint of relaxation finally appeared on Charlotte’s otherwise expressionless face.
She looked down at Janet, furrowed her brows slightly, and turned back to close the door behind her.
Perhaps Janet was too confident, or she just underestimated her, for she came to find her all by herself.
But if she hadn’t come alone, it probably wouldn’t have been so easy for her to drug and knock her out.
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When Janet regained consciousness, she had already been moved to the second-floor bedroom by Charlotte.
Her hands and feet were tied in a spread-eagle position to the four bedposts with dry cloth strips by Charlotte, making it hard for her to move even a bit. She awoke groggily, initially somewhat confused, then suddenly recalled what had happened before she fainted, and screamed, "Ah!"
She never dreamed that she would get drugged by Charlotte!
"Do you want something to eat?"
The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open. Charlotte, now wearing loungewear, walked in from outside. She carried a faint scent of cooking oil, the aroma of grilled meat, appearing leisurely and at home.
Seeing her, Janet couldn’t help but widen her eyes, hoarsely questioning, "Charlotte, what are you doing?!"
The beautiful woman before her had already lost the elegance and unmaskable superiority she displayed downstairs earlier. Her delicately made-up face was smudged, revealing her as nothing more than a typical twenty-year-old girl.
Charlotte glanced at her, walked over, and opened a small gap in the curtains, letting a beam of sunlight float in.
Standing in the sunlight, looking outside, her face bore a calm and indifferent expression that seemed out of place for someone who had just turned nineteen.
"I want to keep this baby."
"I won’t allow it!"
"I’m not negotiating with you," Charlotte turned around. Her figure was slender, the snow-white long dress clinging to her body, with the shadows beneath faintly visible in the sunlight.
Janet looked at her, feeling reluctantly that she was more beautiful than she was.
"You’ve kidnapped me; aren’t you afraid Robert will find out? If I go missing, he’ll come looking soon. Then he’ll force you to have an abortion!"
Charlotte said calmly, "And what if you were dead?"
Janet’s pupils contracted violently in an instant, the blood draining from her face, leaving her speechless for a long while.
Charlotte leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed, her tone light and breezy, "I told you, I’ve already decided. No matter the cost, I will have this baby."
She looked at her, "Even if it means killing."
These words truly frightened Janet.
Coming here alone, she truly hadn’t taken Charlotte seriously. She had long investigated Robert Stephens’ social circle and knew how much he favored Charlotte.
Charlotte, offered as a sacrificial lamb by the Smith family in a business struggle, was just collateral damage. If it weren’t for her pregnancy, Janet wouldn’t care about her, let alone come to see her in person.
Yet the moment she arrived, Charlotte easily drugged her. If that could be attributed to underestimating her, then Charlotte’s words were enough to prove that this seemingly innocent and pure-looking girl was far from harmless, contrary to what her investigation had suggested.