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Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 354

But now wasn’t the time to close the net.

“Vera, while I’m away, try not to deal with her alone. If anything comes up, you can go to Gentry or Noreen.”

Vera nodded. “I understand.”

Charlotte headed back to her room, just about to open the door when a message popped up from Judd: *First time in the Capital and you’re not even going to show me around?*

Charlotte paused, nearly forgetting he was in the Capital too.

*Let me change. Wait for me.*

*Alright.*

Genevieve stepped out of the mall, swinging a designer bag by its handles. She strolled up to a cherry-red convertible and answered her phone. “Mom, I know, I’ll make nice with Miss Rayburn in the next couple of days, don’t worry—”

She glanced sideways—and from across the parking lot, spotted a familiar figure. “Charlotte?”

Before her mother could say another word, Genevieve hung up.

The man beside Charlotte wasn’t Wesley or Jonathan, but someone Genevieve didn’t recognize. The image of her brother still lying in critical care flashed through her mind, and her irritation spiked. She tossed her bag onto the passenger seat, slammed the car door, and hurried after Charlotte and her companion.

Surrounded by the Capital’s high-rises and trendy boutiques, Judd grinned. “You know, Riverspire has malls too. You didn’t bring me all the way here just to see these, did you?”

“You don’t get it,” Charlotte said, half laughing. “This is just a shortcut. There’s a great little market about a mile from here—antiques, secondhand treasures, and even a cozy little playhouse where you can have tea and play chess. Thought you might want a taste of the real Capital.”

Judd couldn’t help but smile at her earnestness. “So, chess, huh? You play?”

Charlotte hesitated, then nodded. “I’ve learned.”

“Well, then, I’d love to see your skills.”

They made their way to the market. Unlike the flashy, crowded shopping district, this place was alive with the easy bustle of locals and the simple pleasures of daily life.

Charlotte led the way. “So, Professor Carstairs, do you feel the difference between here and Riverspire?”

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