Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)
Chapter 71

This time around, it was Charlotte's turn to be taken aback. She hadn't expected Raina to transform into a different person so quickly.

"Miss Charlotte, this way please," Ophelia motioned for Charlotte to follow her.

Before she could refuse, Raina had already turned and left. Immediately after, a few burly maids appeared out of nowhere and circled her menacingly.

Enveloped by their imposing spirit, she had already lost.

Under Ophelia's guidance, Charlotte arrived at a small three-story villa in the garden.

As soon as the group stepped through the door, Charlotte was immediately seized by two of the maids. Then, Ophelia walked up to her and confiscated her purse and phone. "What are you doing?" Charlotte flew into a panic.

'T m afraid we'll have to impose on Miss Charlotte here for a few days. Madam has ordered that Miss Charlotte may leave once she thinks things through."

With that, the two maids released their grip on Charlotte and left, slamming the door shut behind them.

Everything seemed to have happened in a fleeting moment, just like what one would see on TV.

Was she under house arrest?

Instinctively, Charlotte scanned her surroundings warily.

It didn't take her long to realize that this house was built specifically to imprison people. It may have looked like a villa from the outside, but it was no different than a prison cell on the inside. It had no stairs or rooms. It was just four walls and a high ceiling.

Apart from the window on the ceiling for lighting purposes, there was practically nothing else in the entire house.

Fortunately, she was left with a sofa and a table.

Charlotte sat on the sofa and waited for someone to approach.

To her delight, a maid came by at noon to deliver her lunch.

Before the maid could leave, Charlotte latched herself onto her and tried to exit with her. "Let me out," she demanded. However, she froze in her tracks and her grip loosened when she reached the door. She stared wide-eyed at the two muscular men standing by the door and blocking her way.

"I want to meet your employer. This is illegal; I can sue you for this!"

No matter how much Charlotte yelled, everyone she met stayed hard-hearted. They only asked if she had thought things through.

Charlotte cried out loud until her voice turned hoarse. Only then did she stop to catch her breath.

Leaving Shane was the equivalent of giving up her chance to recover Emerson Corp. How would she ever agree?

Soon, three days flew by in the blink of an eye while Charlotte was held captive and disconnected from the outside world. At the police station.

Sheryl stood on her tiptoes by the office desk. She stared piteously at a busy police officer with her large, watery eyes.

"Uncle, my mommy has gone missing. Please help me replace her," she pleaded.

At once, the officer's heart melted at this sight. He wiped the tears from Sheryl's eyes and asked in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, kid. Tell me, where did you get separated from your mother?" Sheryl pouted as more tears formed in her eyes. "I didn't get lost. It's Mommy who got lost. She hasn't been home for three days already."

"Hmm, have you tried calling Mommy?"

"I can't get through," sobbed Sheryl.

The police officer looked behind Sheryl and was surprised to replace no one with her.

Could this have been an abandoned child? But who would ever throw away such an adorable little child?

The man pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you by chance have your father's phone number? Or anyone else for that matter."

Sheryl blinked in serious thought and nodded.

"I do."

The officer handed his mobile to Sheryl. She deftly keyed in a series of numbers and pressed the call button.

Within seconds, the call was picked up.

"Mr. Handsome... Boohoo... Mommy went missing. Sheryl is alone and scared." As soon as the call went through, Sheryl could no longer conceal the emotions she had suppressed for days.

On the other end of the line, Shane was in the middle of a meeting. However, Sheryl's wailing seemed to knock the air out of his lungs. His heart ached.

Without hesitation, he left the table and walked out the door.

"Sheryl, don't cry. Tell me, where are you now?"

Sheryl obediently stifled her sobs. Between intermittent sniffles, she replied, T m at the police station, the one near our district."

Because of the impeccable safety education she had received in her early days, Sheryl was always able to provide the most concise information when prompted. "Alright. Just stay there and wait for me. I'll come back at once and help you replace Mommy."

"Okay!"