Charlotte was in absolute stupefaction. When she returned to her senses, she slammed the gate shut as fast as she could and locked it.
“Miss, what's wr—”
“It's Sharon! Run!”
Charlotte held Mrs. Berry's hand tightly and headed toward the backdoor. “Wait!” Mrs. Berry shook her hand off and ran into the room.
She clutched the silver box close to her chest. “This is the last bottle of antidote. We mustn't lose it.”
“Come! We have to go!” Charlotte was like a cat on a hot tin roof. Again, she dragged Mrs. Berry toward the backdoor.
Thump! Thump! Thump! The guards were pounding on the door.
As they dashed out of the house, they ran into Arthit. “Hi, Mrs. Berry. this durian is amaz—”
“Call the police. Someone's trying to kill us!”
Charlotte shouted at Arthit and continued her fleeing with Mrs. Berry.
Arthit stood there dumbfounded. Before he could make any sense out of Charlotte's words, a few beefy men knocked him down.
While he tried to root his feet on the ground, he was pushed down again by another few who were chasing after Charlotte. The durian that he was holding rolled onto the grass and cracked open. The fruit inside fell out and was trampled to mush.
Arthit wasn't having any of it. He got up and was ready to reproach them until he saw a man of towering height glaring murderously at him. That man was holding a gun too.
Arthit immediately got out of their way.
“Mind your own business!” The brute gave him a warning and continued his chase.
“Get her!”
It was the voice of a woman. Arthit turned around to see a tall and slender woman in heels. She and her bodyguards were trying to catch up with the rest of the gang.
“Stay away from me!” Charlotte's cries were heard from the distance.
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