Chapter 7 Max,
Chapter 7 Max
host then, Charlotte felt a sensation around her lower leg, as if something was entwined around it. Her ingrained habits prompted her to patinetakely attempt a swift leg kick. However, upon making contact with the object near her leg she couldn’t help but free
At her leg’s side lay a snow white Trench Bulldog. Its for was soft, lustrous, and its appearance was adorably naise shiny, dark eyes trombled those of a young ideer in a forest, cleat and lively.
The dog lay draped across Charlotte’s foot, its short legs playfully scratching her ankle. “Where did this little dog come from? Arnold grinned, fading the situation somewhat intriguing “Does it consider you its owner?”
Charlotte remained silent, her thoughts churning beneath the surface. This is Phucky? Tew knew that Max fonter, also known at
ger Max, had a French Bulldog named Plucky. Just like now, in her previous life, it would cling to her, showing even more affection than it did to it
cial owner.
With Plucky here, could Max be nearby? Charlotte’s eyes lit up and she immediately looked around, surveying for any sign of Max.
“Boss, what are you looking for?” Arnold asked as his gaze followed hers. There was no one else around. Charlotte looked back in disappointment, then squatted down and picked up the dog in a gentle embrace.
Arnold’s eyebrows lifted at her action. “What are you doing?” he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
“Help it find its owner,” she said matter of factly.
Suddenly, a sleek and splendid black Rolls Royce appeared within the estate. Its fluid and magnificent design seemed to underline the owner and wealth.
The car halted three meters away from Charlotte. The door to the driver’s seat opened, and a man dressed in as emerged. He walked up to Charlotte, his demeanor courteous yet distant. “Miss, the French Bulldog you’re holding belongs to our master. It seems to have gomen lost. Would you mind returning it?”
Charlotte looked up, meeting the man’s gaze. She recognized him. It was Max’s most trusted subordinate, Lance.
Though Charlotte didn’t respond, her gaze casually shifted to the backseat of the Rolls–Royce. The window was closed, but she knew Man was sitting inside.
Charlotte’s heart surged unexpectedly, a warmth spreading in her chest. Her fingers involuntarily tightened around the dog. She hadn’t expecte encounter him so soon after arriving in the capital city.
“Understood,” she said calmly, her gaze never wavering. She handed Placky to Lance.
Lance inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment and walked to the back of the car. He opened the door, and Charlotte and Arnold stood on the other side, unable to see what was happening inside.
The windows remained close, but she knew that Max was sitting inside. Her heart raced as she thought of finally seeing Max.
Max. ever stately and decorous, sat in the silence of the car, an air of remoteness around him.
“Tourth Master, Phicky is back, Lance said, placing the dog beside Max’s leg. He then whispered. “It’s strange. Plucky is usually timid, but was quite close to a young lady just now”
Max reached out and gently stroked the fur on Pharky’s head, his expression calm as he said, “Ask her what she wants as a reward-
