The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 229

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Chapter 223–Everything Spoken 

“Mmm. Max responded. 

Charlotte moved her lips slightly, “I, actually I- 

“Knock, knock.” 

Just then, the bedroom door of Max was suddenly knocked, and Charlotte’s words had to be interrupted, 

“Mr. Fuster, there’s a bit of a situation, not very easy to handle…” 

The butler’s hesitant voice came from the doorway, causing Max to direct his gaze towards the door, 

in,” he said in a low voice, 

permission granted, the butler immediately pushed the door open. Seeing Charlotte there as well, a hint of awkwardness flickered across his 

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Chapter 223: Charlotte’s Protest 

Chapter 223: Charlotte’s Protest 

However, he quickly regained his composure and reported to Max, “Mr. Foster, Fatima is currently in the hall, screaming and yelling, saying she wants to bash her head in… She also said she wants to see you and doesn’t want to be demoted… We really don’t know what to do…” 

Max, upon hearing this, let out an almost imperceptible scoff and said, “Such trivial matters don’t need to be reported to me. You know what to do.” 

The housekeeper immediately understood. Mr. Foster was allowing the use of strong measures. 

“Yes, I understand,” he nodded and was about to leave- 

“Wait.” But at this moment, Charlotte stood up straight. She turned to the housekeeper with a cold expression and said, “I’ll go see her.” 

Ahough she didn’t voice what she wanted to say, there might be an opportunity in the future. 

Right now, she actually wanted to see Fatima… 

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment upon hearing this. 

Max didn’t object but instead nodded indulgently, “If you want to, go ahead.” 

Charlotte smiled at Max, then turned and left the bedroom. 

She walked all the way to the hall. 

At this moment, Fatima’s state was indeed quite “hysterical.” 

“I don’t want to go out, I want to see Mr. Foster! Let me see him; I still have something to say to him!” She was being held by a few servants, struggling vigorously, her face contorted with a furious and wild look. 

“Then just let me bash my head in! I don’t want to live anyway!” 

She screamed at the top of her lungs, sounding like a complete shrew. 

Charlotte walked over calmly, her fair cheeks seemingly covered in a layer of frost. 

“Let go of her.” 

She gave a cold glance at the servants, signaling them to release Fatima. 

When Charlotte spoke, the servants naturally had to obey, so they obediently let go of her. 

With this, Fatima instantly lost her restraint! 

She glared fiercely at Charlotte, her eyes filled with undisguised malice. 

“Charlotte!” She gritted her teeth as she uttered her name. The next moment, she charged straight at Charlotte, looking like she was about to confront her aggressively. 

Charlotte easily dodged Fatima’s charge, effortlessly avoiding her attack. As Fatima missed, she uncontrollably fell forward and landed squarely on 

the cold floor. 

“Ouch…,” she grimaced in pain. She was about to look at Charlotte when suddenly- 

Charlotte swiftly crouched down, grabbing a hold of Fatima’s collar. Fatima was left with no choice but to strain her neck, looking up at her. 

“Have you had enough of your tantrum?” Charlotte gazed at her coldly, as if she were observing a great joke, her eyes icy and mocking. 

“Let go of me!” Fatima struggled desperately, shouting at Charlotte like a madwoman. However, Charlotte’s grip was just too strong. 

Her collar was firmly gripped, rendering her powerless to resist. Fatima truly despised Charlotte. At this moment, her hatred for Charlotte had reached its peak. She didn’t believe that Charlotte was any better than her. 

In fact, she thought Charlotte was even worse. Besides the status of being the young miss of the Bellerose Family, what did Chole 

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Chapter 223: Charlotte’s Protest 

didn’t? Moreover, this young miss was nothing more than a misleading title. She might be called the Bellerose Family’s heiress, but in reality, she was just an unimpressive countryside girl! 

Why was it that she could stand by Max’s side while she was being expelled from the villa?! 

Why? 

She had liked Max for so long, and now this was the outcome. She felt anger and bitterness. 

Charlotte increased the pressure on her grip and pulled Fatima’s head closer. 

“No matter how you make a scene, it won’t change anything,” Charlotte looked down at her, her cold, stern eyes radiating an air of authority rather than anger. She lowered her head, leaned in close to Fatima’s ear, and spoke in a hushed tone, “Max will never like you.” 

was like an intimidating predator, whipping away at Fatima’s dignity. “Because he’s mine.” 

He’s mine. 

Charlotte delivered that sentence slowly, her gaze filled with cold sharpness. Fatima’s eyes widened instantly, as if she had been startled. She bit her lip hard, her voice seemed caught in her throat, unable to come out. 

At this moment, Charlotte released the collar- 

Fatima, due to the inertia, fell backward, landing on the ground once again. 

“Throw her out.” 

Charlotte didn’t look at her any longer and turned to the housekeeper and servants, issuing her command. 

The housekeeper immediately responded with a “Yes.” 

Fatima was then dragged out of the villa by the servants, without a trace of dignity. 

At this moment, Charlotte received a message from her homeroom teacher. It had been a while since she had returned to school. 

Why had her homeroom teacher suddenly contacted her? She opened the message and saw that her homeroom teacher was urgently requesting her to return to school. There must be something important they needed to discuss with her. 

While conversing with Max earlier, Charlotte had discreetly observed his physical condition. He seemed to have recovered well and should no longer have any major issues. Since he was fine, it shouldn’t be a problem for her to make a quick trip to school.