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Chapter 100: Dare To Touch His Person
Max’s eyes
Max’s eyes narrowed, exuding a momentary coldness,
He immediately turned back-
Fatima and a few maids heard the commotion and hurriedly came to greet.
“Mr. Foster, it’s late. Why are you out?” Fatima asked him cautiously, her eyes showing a gentle and worried expression.
The other maids were also watching attentively,
lifted his eyes coldly, a strong pressure emanating from them.
“Has Madam not returned?”
Fatima’s eyes darkened momentarily when he mentioned Charlotte,
The other maids turned pale, nervously clutching their fingers.
Indeed, Charlotte hadn’t returned yet.
Originally, they wanted to report this matter to the Mr. Foster-
But Fatima stopped them, saying it was a minor issue and didn’t need to be reported. Moreover, Madam was an adult, and coming back a little later wasn’t a big deal. Maybe Mr. Foster already knew…
They felt it made sense, so they didn’t let Mr. Foster know.
“Answer me.” Max’s cold, penetrating gaze lightly swept across each person’s face. Seeing no one speaking up, he then commanded in a deep tone.
One maid trembled and hurriedly responded, “Yes… Madam left in the morning and hasn’t returned until now.”
Max’s gaze turned icy, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Several maids were frightened and didn’t know how to respond.
Instinctively, they glanced at Fatima beside them.
If it weren’t for Fatima, they wouldn’t have…
Fatima noticed their glances and her heart involuntarily tensed.
It was true that she had stopped them from reporting.
Charlotte not coming back made her happy, and she hoped she wouldn’t come back at all…
But, Max mustn’t know.
“Mr. Foster…” she bit her lip and hesitated, wanting to speak.
Max, however, seemed to have lost all patience.
“Deduct half a year’s salary from each person,” he announced this punishment with a cold expression, then walked away, leaving the group of maids behind.
“Half a year’s salary?!” The maids were in an uproar as soon as Max left.
This was a considerable amount.
“Fatima, it’s all your fault,” someone began venting their anger towards Fatima, “If it weren’t for you stopping us, we wouldn’t have our salaries deducted?!”
“Yeah, Fatima, you really didn’t think this through!”
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The Tycoon’s Deepest Repentance
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Charlotte was lying horizontally on the rear seat.
Her eyes tightly shut.
Appearing motionless,
The man in white scoffed, “The boss is too cautious. She’s just a young girl. We could’ve easily knocked her out and taken her away. No need for me to find blind spots in the surveillance and impersonate Max Foster…”
The sentence was cut off, and the man in white sensed something was wrong.
Suddenly, a cold sensation was pressed against his neck.
It was a sharp little knife.
And the person holding the knife was supposed to be unconscious from the sedative – Charlotte.
“You…” The man in white instantly widened his eyes, fear evident as he cringed his neck, afraid of Charlotte suddenly exerting force. “You… speak if you have something to say…
The tattooed man beside him was also utterly astonished.
The dosage of that sedative was enough to keep this young girl knocked out for two days and two nights!
How could she be so lively so quickly!
This was unbelievable!
Charlotte’s eyes, like a lone wolf’s gaze in the dead of night, were filled with a bloodthirsty and dangerous aura.
“Stop the car.”
She said softly, her tone commanding and unquestionable.
“You stop the car!” The man in white didn’t want to meet his end at the hands of this woman and immediately shouted at his companion.
However, the tattooed man had been terrified for a while, mechanically controlling the steering wheel while looking at Charlotte in great alarm.
“Stop the car, and both of you get out, or else your companion…” Charlotte gritted her teeth, and the blade in her hand moved closer to the skin
The man in white felt a slight pain on his neck. The blade sank, leaving a shallow blood trail.
He was instantly filled with extreme fear and didn’t care about the tattooed man’s reaction, directly taking action-
He forcefully pressed the brake.
The tires screeched against the ground, making a piercing noise.
The car came to a stop!
However, Charlotte didn’t retract the knife in her hand.
“You, get out now!”
This place was desolate, and if she left the car alone, it would be very troublesome.
So, by forcing these two individuals out of the car, she would be able to drive away.
Only now did the tattooed man regain some composure.
He didn’t understand whether the sedative had worn off or if this woman in front of him was simply not affected by it…
“Why are you still standing there? Get out of the car!” The man in white shouted at him, his eyes filled with intense fear.
But the tattooed man’s eyes glinted.
