Chapter 533

Chapter 533

Charlotte’s trembling hand slowly dropped, and Frederick gently captured her damp lower lip, kissing it softly and patiently.

The gentle, comforting kiss quickly calmed her down. She cleared her throat, embarrassed, and turned her head away from the messy floor. "You're so mean."

Frederick's voice carried a suppressed laugh. "Don't be shy. It's nothing. You look beautiful when you cry and climax. I love it."

Charlotte's face turned even redder.

Her body was covered with marks and colors of desire. Her perky hips couldn't close properly for the moment, and her exposed pussy contracted and released, dripping with lewd vaginal discharge. She looked like a sex slave, locked away and loved until she was dazed.

Sadly, moments like this were always short-lived.

Outside, Byron knocked on the door impatiently. "How long are you two planning to keep at it?"

His voice was laced with suppressed jealousy and anger.

The two of them hadn't really tried to hide anything. In fact, Frederick deliberately made Charlotte moan loudly. Overwhelmed by desire, her voice sounded incredibly seductive.

Outside the door, Byron had already smoked five cigarettes in a row, his eyes dark and frighteningly cold.


"If you don't come out soon, you can forget about getting Quin back."

His threat was cold and harsh.

Frederick helped Charlotte fix herself up, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes flickered as she nodded softly. She put on her clothes and, with shaky legs, followed Byron out.

Frederick sent someone to tail Byron's car. The car drove around the city for a long time.

Byron glanced at the cars following closely behind and sneered. "Charlotte, Frederick really doesn't trust you, huh? Sending so many cars to follow us."

Charlotte didn't want to talk to Byron. She turned her head to look out the window, but soon, her eyes were covered with a black cloth. She instinctively struggled.

"Byron, let me go!"

Not being able to see made her feel unsafe.

Byron looked at her tightly bitten lip, rubbing it with his thumb. Her lips were already red and swollen from Frederick's kisses, and her entire body carried Frederick's scent.

Charlotte jerked away from his touch, disgust rising inside her. The more she resisted, the tighter Byron held her.

Byron forcefully pulled her into his arms. Her red lips were even slightly cut from the roughness.



"Stop moving, or I'll strip you naked right here in the car and make you kneel to give me a blowjob!"

His cool fingertips wandered along her waist, the sexual implication clear. Charlotte's body froze completely, not daring to move.

Shade quickly lost the cars tailing them and brought the two back to the club.

The black cloth over Charlotte's eyes was finally removed, but Byron didn't take her to the room where Quin was. Instead, she saw a huge bathtub in front of her.

Charlotte glared at him angrily. "Where's Quin? Why did you bring me here?"

"I don't like that you smell like Frederick. Should I wash you, or will you do it yourself?"

His eyes were filled with possessiveness.

That look was the same as when Frederick looked at her. The only difference was that Charlotte loved Frederick.

With Byron, that gaze only made her feel sick.

She shivered, clenching her teeth slightly. "I'll wash myself. Get out."

Charlotte did feel sticky all over. Frederick's semen was still inside her pussy, and during the ride, she kept feeling it trickle down.

Usually, Frederick took care of cleaning her up. Doing it herself today felt incredibly embarrassing. Her face was so red it looked like it might bleed.

Meanwhile, Frederick got a call from the driver. "Mr. Percy, we lost them. But it's not like we can't keep tracking. Just say the word."

“There’s no need,” Frederick replied calmly. “Let him believe I’m desperate to know where Charlotte is. I’ll deal with the rest myself.”

"Understood."

Frederick had someone tidy up the meeting room before leaving. On the way back to the company, he got a call from Cecilia. Charlotte and Quin had been missing for days, and they were worried.

Frederick told the driver to turn around and head back to the Percy Estate.

Will was already there. The moment he saw Frederick, he asked anxiously, “How are things going?”


He liked Calla, so he cared about Charlotte by extension.

"I’ve got it under control. Don’t worry."

Will sighed in relief and added, "If you need help, just let me know."

Frederick nodded, then suddenly asked, "How’s Thea? Has she told you anything?"

Will pressed his lips together, taking a long moment before replying, "Charlotte might not be Oliver’s daughter. Thea said that after Calla ran out that day, she was assaulted by a homeless man."

"But who that man was, there’s no way to find out."

What happened back then was just Thea’s side of the story. There was no one else to confirm it, and Oliver would never admit Charlotte wasn’t his daughter. He still needed something from her.

If he truly cut ties with Charlotte, he’d have nothing left.

Frederick’s expression darkened.

"Uncle Will, I’ll look into this. Try to get more useful information from Thea if you can."

When Will mentioned Thea, there was no warmth in his eyes. He said bluntly, "Thea can’t talk anymore. She’s gone insane."

Frederick was stunned. Seeing Will’s cold expression, he seemed to understand something. In the end, he just sighed.

Cecilia and Floyd also talked a lot with Frederick, eventually bringing up Anouk. Cecilia said, "The doctor mentioned your grandma is showing signs of waking up. No matter what, you need to bring Charlotte back before she does. Your grandma loves Charlotte the most."

Frederick nodded.

When Will left the Percy Estate, it was raining outside. His mind was filled with thoughts of Calla—her bright, spring-like smile at the beginning, and her lifeless face at the end, replaying over and over in his head.

His heart felt like it was being torn apart.

He wandered aimlessly until a woman in a business suit appeared in front of him. "Sir, do you know where the nearest dessert shop is?"

The woman looked almost exactly like Calla, even resembling her beautiful appearance from twenty years ago.

Will froze for a moment before he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Calla! You’re still alive!"

He shook his head and slowly let go. "No, that’s impossible. You’re long gone."

But the woman suddenly held his hand. "Yes, I’m Calla. I’m alive. Don’t I look good? Why don’t you take a closer look at me?"

Will suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. His head felt heavy, and his body light, before he fainted into the woman’s arms.

The woman smiled slightly, a hint of triumph in her eyes.

When Will woke up again, he was naked and tied to a bed. The woman sat by his side. Seeing him awake, she leaned close to his face. "Will, I’m not Calla. My name is Beatrix Griffin."