Chapter 549

Since this was supposed to be a negotiation, that’s what they were doing. If it weren’t, N and his people would’ve been dead the second they set foot in the base.
Charlotte swirled her drink, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “So, what’s this? You’ve all decided to go legit now?”
Hans didn’t have a clue how to respond.
“Go get him. He’s got five minutes.”
The way she said it, so calm but so commanding, left Hans totally speechless. He’d never met anyone who could outdo Anthony in terms of sheer attitude.
Once Hans left, Charlotte took a slow sip of her tea and let her eyes wander around the room. She finally noticed a desk across from her, buried under stacks of documents. But what really caught her attention was a plain wooden picture frame.
Setting her cup down, she strolled over. Her slender fingers brushed the frame, turning it gently.
A familiar face looked back at her from the photo.
There she was, Charlotte, dressed in soft pink pajamas. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders, thick and glossy like a waterfall. She cradled a gray pillow, eyes half closed, nose perfectly shaped, lips a soft shade of red—the whole effect delicate and shockingly beautiful.
Her fingertips trembled just a little. A smile played at her lips. When had he taken this photo? She honestly couldn’t remember. And he kept it right here, on his desk at the base. Maybe she should swing by The Blair Group’s office sometime-who knew what other surprises he was hiding.
“Put that down!”
Lost in her thoughts, Charlotte was startled by a cold, harsh voice behind her, followed by the clatter of hurried footsteps. Anthony was suddenly right there, grabbing the frame from her hands before she could even react.
His eyes were dark and bottomless, glaring at her like he wanted to tear her apart.
Charlotte didn’t even flinch. She stared him down, her smile lazy and almost teasing. “Long time no see.”
Anthony ignored her completely. He
turned away, pulled out a
disinfectant wipe, and carefully
cleaned the frame before putting it
back in its spot. Only then did he turn to face N, his eyes frosty and distant.
Charlotte shrugged, glancing again at the photo. She was actually kind of amused, so she decided to push a little. Honestly, I never pegged the infamous, stone cold leader ofX Organization as the sentimental
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type. But it’s not really about the frame, is it? It’s about the girl in the photo, right?”
She grinned. “She looks pretty young. Sorry if I’m being nosy, but… is she your
sister? Or maybe a niece?”
Anthony’s expression went from bad to worse.
“That’s none of your business!”
“Alright.” Charlotte kept smiling. She sat down, crossed her legs, and lifted her chin
to look at Anthony. “Let’s get down to it.”
“N Organization picked a fight with X
Organization first,” Anthony said, his voice icy and flat. “You destroyed our cargo. Our response was justified. If you want to walk out of here with your people, you’re going to have to give me a reason. Cóntent
He waited, but N just stared at him, not saying a word. Anthony’s frown deepened. “What’s the problem?”
“No problem,” Charlotte replied, her tone light. Her lips curled in a careless smile. “I was just thinking… you’re actually pretty handsome.”
The look on Anthony’s face shifted from cold to absolutely murderous. Was he actually getting hit on by a guy?