Morgan exploded, “Ms. Lindberg isn’t a puppet of the Laurent family. They don’t have the right to control her movements. Now step aside!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m just following my orders.” The bodyguards refused to budge.
Meanwhile, one of them had contacted Robert and Sherlyn about Charlotte’s plan.
Soldiers soon surrounded the convoy, making it impossible for them to leave.
Charlotte scoffed at the outrageous effort to keep her in the manor. They must be worried about becoming the laughingstock of the nation if I became a runaway bride.
She suspected that Dr. Felch’s departure tipped them off about her early departure plans. They got all these soldiers here in time to stop me. They’re practically cowering me into submission! How lovely!
Gordon piqued up, “Ms. Lindberg, say the word, and we’ll run these men over. Don’t be scared of these soldiers. They’re a bunch of weaklings!”
As Danrique’s right-hand man, Gordon typically bustled through life fearlessly.
Dozens of soldiers were nothing but child’s play to him.
“It’s fine. We shouldn’t clash with the Laurent family directly before Danrique appears. He’s the one who agreed to this marriage, after all,” Charlotte declared calmly.
Lupine asked quietly, “What should we do now?”
“Now, we wait.” Charlotte leaned into her car seat and stroked Fifi’s feathers. She even instructed the maids to keep the sleeping children warm.
A disgruntled Morgan complained, “Why should we wait for them? I’m confident they wouldn’t fire their guns even if we barged through their troops. Even if they did, there’s nothing to be scared of.”
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