Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 173

Soon, it was the day of the charity event.

Because of some matters, Rick had to arrive a little later.

Charlotte walked into the hotel alone and was brought into the main hall by an usher.

The place was similar to a movie or concert hall. In the center there were five or six huge screens, which made it convenient for people to see what was going on in the middle of the venue from any angle.

The seating were sofas. They were accompanied by small tea tables with iPads on them. It was very convenient to call waiters from outside, or to buy snacks and drinks.

On it were the words: All additional proceeds will be included in the funds for this charity event.

Charlotte ordered fish and chips and a glass of soda water. The food came very quickly, arriving in less than five minutes. The ingredients were very fresh.

Soon.

The party began.

Rick hadn't arrived yet, but Charlotte did not feel stressed about it. In any case, she had just come because of formalities. Once the Jane Corporation gave the check to the host it would be done.

Because of the great influence of the Jane family, they were arranged toward the beginning of the ceremony. Charlotte handed a check of 300,000 dollars to the host.

This was a hard and fast rule made by the organizer. The donation couldn't be less than 50,000 dollars or more than 300,000 dollars.

Charlotte left the stage, but someone stopped her.

The lights were dim, so no one else could see this alcove.

She looked at the woman wearing a champagne- colored dress with a calm expression. "Miss Allen, what can I do for you?"

"You used someone else's child to bind Shane to you. Don't you think you're a bit too much? He's going to marry me soon, but he has to raise your child for you." Tiffany raised her chin and looked haughtily down at her. "I won't let you ruin my life."

"How do you know that the child is not Shane's?" Charlotte retorted.

She hated being provoked.

Tiffany's face changed suddenly. "You! It's impossible!"

"You can continue to fight for the life you want, but there is no need for you to be arrogant here. Mrs. Fuller Senior likes Sheryl. This has nothing to do with Shane."

"Humph, you dare to say it's not your trickery?" Tiffany grabbed her arm hard.

"Trickery?" Charlotte thought.

If she had wanted to use Sheryl to bind Shane to her...

She would have done it when they had had their divorce.

Charlotte shook off Tiffany's hand and was not bothered to say anything more.

Tiffany watched her leave, but her lips curled up. "Charlotte Emerson, I've already prepared a 'surprise' for you. Enjoy it."

Back at her seat.

Charlotte was bored and ate her fish and chips. Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

She had thought that it was Rick. After all, it was about time for him to arrive.

But when she took out her phone, she found that it was Shane. Why had he sent her a message?

Charlotte opened it with suspicion.

"Come outside."

There were only two simple words.

She frowned. "What's the matter?"

"I have something to tell you. Come to the second floor immediately. I'll wait for you here."

Shane was here too?

For some reason, his tone made her uncomfortable.

She instinctively felt that this was not his typical tone of voice.

Charlotte hesitated.

What if Tiffany had said something to Shane and he was looking for her about Sheryl? What would she do then?

In the end, she still decided to go meet him.

On the second floor, she waited for a long time but didn't see Shane. When she was about to go back downstairs, a man suddenly grabbed her on the shoulder.

She immediately resisted, but she was not as strong as he was.

Charlotte didn't know how she lost consciousness. It could have been a psychedelic drug, or maybe she had been strangled into unconsciousness.

The point was.

When she woke up again, she was in a room.

Her clothes were immaculate, but in front of her was a man taking off his clothes.

Panicked, she subconsciously moved backward to hide. When the man wasn't looking, she used the corner of the table to cut the rope around her hands.

She quietly took an ashtray.