Chapter 344: Destroy Him
Something inside her finally snapped. From her initial obsessive infatuation with Charles, to the unwillingness of unfulfilled desire, then to the resentment after his ruthless abandonment, and finally to this desperate situation, that resentment had finally curdled into pure hatred. She hated Charles's heartlessness, hated Emily's good fortune, and even more, hated her own failure. Since she couldn't have him, then they might as well all be destroyed together!
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed very satisfied with her reaction. "Good, it seems you know exactly what you want. Well then, happy cooperation."
"What do you want me to do?" Kismet asked urgently, like she was grabbing her last chance.
The voice laughed coldly. "Simple. Lure Charles to Seraphim as quickly as possible. As for the specifics, I'll contact you again. Remember, Kismet, this is your only chance. Don't screw this up."
The call ended, and the room went dead quiet again. Kismet gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles white from the force, her face showing a mixture of madness, hatred, and a trace of sickly excitement.
Seraphim... Charles...
The corner of her mouth curved into a sinister smile. Charles, just wait—I will definitely lure you there! And when that time comes, I'll make you pay dearly for everything you've done to me!
Kismet took a deep breath, suppressing the mania and unease in her heart. With trembling hands, she scrolled through her contacts to find that number she knew by heart. This number she had called countless times—sometimes with sweet words, sometimes hysterically—and now she would use it to weave an enormous lie. She stared at "Charles" on the screen, her eyes vicious, like she wanted to spit on his name.
After a moment's hesitation, she finally pressed the call button.
"Hello?" Charles's deep voice came through the phone, carrying a hint of impatience, clearly surprised by this particular number calling.
Kismet's pulse spiked as she forced her voice to sound broken, filled with tears and fear: "Charles... It's me, Kismet..."
The phone went silent for several seconds, then Charles's icy voice came through: "Kismet? You've got some nerve calling me."
"Charles, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong... I'm so scared right now, people are trying to kill me, I don't know what to do..." Kismet's voice choked with sobs, putting on her most pathetic voice.
Unfortunately, it had no effect on Charles whatsoever. His voice remained completely emotionless as he cut her off directly: "Not my problem. You made your bed, now lie in it."
Fearing he would hang up, Kismet quickly shouted, "Charles, wait! Hear me out! I know you hate me, and I'm not asking for your forgiveness. But... but I know something, something about your mother... Crystal!"
Sure enough, at the mention of his mother, Crystal, Charles's breathing on the other end clearly hitched, his voice instantly becoming sharp: "What about my mother?" His mother's death was a pain that would forever haunt Charles's heart.
Kismet's heart leaped with joy, knowing she had struck his weak spot. She continued sobbing, her voice trembling even more violently: "Aunt Crystal... Aunt Crystal's death wasn't done by the Campbell family... I know who did it... I have evidence..."
"Speak clearly! What exactly happened? Who did it? Where's the evidence?" Charles's voice was filled with suppressed rage and urgency.
"I... I can't say now, it's not safe here..." Kismet deliberately kept him hanging, "The people hunting me now include those who killed Aunt Crystal back then! They discovered I knew the truth, so they want to silence me... Charles, you're the only person I can trust now... I'm in Seraphim, they're about to find me. Please, come save me, and I'll tell you everything, give you all the evidence!"
"Seraphim?" Charles frowned deeply, his mind filled with suspicion. Kismet's words were half-truths, full of holes, but "the cause of his mother's death" had always been the truth he most desperately sought. He couldn't ignore it, didn't dare ignore it.
"Yes... Seraphim... Charles, please, only you can help me, and only I can tell you the truth... Come quickly, or it'll be too late!"
Charles hung up the phone, his expression dark as thunder. He sat on the couch, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, his mind racing. How credible were Kismet's words? Was she setting a trap? But what if what she said was true?
Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed. Crystal's face appeared in his mind, becoming an eternal thorn in his heart. Whether this was a trap or not, he had to make this trip! He needed to know the truth, needed to avenge his mother!
The next day, Charles called Nathan to his office.
"Nathan, arrange something for me—I need to go to Seraphim."
Nathan's expression changed at these words: "Seraphim? Mr. Windsor, what for? We don't have any business lined up there."
Charles didn't hide anything: "Kismet is in Seraphim. She called me, saying she knows the truth about my mother's death, and that someone wants to kill her."
"Kismet?" Nathan was shocked, then immediately tried to dissuade him: "Mr. Windsor, this screams trap! She's absolutely trying to use your feelings about your mother to set a snare and harm you! We have no forces in Seraphim at all! It's too dangerous!"
"I know it's dangerous. But she mentioned my mother. Nathan, I have to find out the truth."
"But Mr. Windsor..." Nathan wanted to persuade him further.
"Don't say anything more—my mind is made up. Arrange the itinerary for me. To the outside world, just say I'm going abroad to survey projects. Also, don't let Emily know about this."
Nathan was stunned. "Don't let Ms. Johnson know? Ms. Johnson is so sharp—if you suddenly go abroad, she'll definitely become suspicious. Besides, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. You should at least take some people with you..."
"I'll arrange for backup, but Emily cannot know. I don't want her to worry, and I especially don't want her to risk danger with me. This matter—I can handle it myself. I'll go to Seraphim during her business trip. If she contacts you, help me keep it from her. Just say I have an important business meeting that came up suddenly, and I happen to be unavailable."
Nathan looked at the unwavering determination in Charles's eyes and knew that further persuasion would be useless. He sighed and could only nod: "Alright, Mr. Windsor, I understand. I'll arrange everything as quickly as possible and keep it strictly confidential. Please... be extremely careful."
Charles nodded, his gaze turning toward the window, his eyes profound.
This trip to Seraphim—no matter how dangerous it got, he had to press forward. For his mother, and to protect everything he now possessed. He just had to keep Emily in the dark for now. Hopefully she'd understand later.