The conflict was going to be a hassle and would probably take a long time. Looking up, Charlotte noticed the sky had turned a gloomy grey. The storm was about to hit anytime.
She didn’t want her kids to get soaked in the rain, especially Ellie, who had been physically weak since young. The little girl would definitely catch a cold if the rain got to her.
“Robbie, Jamie, Ellie, stay in the car. I’ll go down and see what’s happening,” Charlotte told her children before getting off the cab.
“Mommy, be careful!” the kids yelled out unanimously.
Fifi the parrot poked its head out of Ellie’s pocket again curiously.
Ellie gave it a tiny snack and petted its fluffy head gently. “Fifi, hold on tight. We’ll be home soon!”
…
“Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t hit your car on purpose.” The cab driver was explaining nervously. “It was the passenger’s fault. She has three kids and a good deal of baggage. My cab is overloaded, so I accidentally bumped into your car.”
When he saw Charlotte, he immediately pointed at her. “You’re responsible for this!”
“Huh? Why?”
Charlotte was about to retort when the window of the Rolls-Royce rolled down.
“Forget it. The president is busy!”
The man seated in the passenger seat spoke as he swept a glance over Charlotte.
“Yes!”
The man in suit nodded and told the cab driver to drive carefully next time before leaving.
Charlotte gazed instinctively at the backseat of the Rolls-Royce when the driver opened the door. To her surprise, she saw a half-naked man with his back to her.
A snarly wound snaked across his back as blood trickled down onto the wolf head tattoo on the small of his back.
Wolf head tattoo? The Wolf head tattoo!
Charlotte’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at the tattoo wordlessly as her heart jumped to her throat.
The ferocious wolf was gazing at her, its eyes stained bright red by the man’s blood, looking ever so bloodthirsty.
It’s him!
It really is him!
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