Charlotte Thompson listened to the escalating wails and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
Should she say "turnabout is fair play," or "evildoers will et their doom"?
It didn’t seem so, for those dealing with this evil family were also human.
Behind her, Jordan Thompson followed. He slightly raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickered with an inscrutable light.
He raised his hand, using his thumb to touch his lips, the corner of his mouth subtly hooked upward: "We will know once we go in."
Outside the warehouse was a path full of weeds. It had been taken care of in advance by Henry Thompson, but due to the rain last night, there were still bumps in the road.
Charlotte trod carefully along the muddy path, her pale blue jeans stained by the occasional splash of mud, which was particularly noticeable.
As soon as she entered the warehouse, she saw Ethan Allen leaning against a pillar, gasping for air.
Ethan Allen’s family of three and Ryan Richard were all tightly bound and seed utterly defeated.
Emily Allen’s eyes were filled with tears and her face was streaked with tear tracks. Upon seeing Charlotte, her face contorted.
"Sophie Allen!? You wretched creature! What are you doing here?"
Suddenly, she realized: "I know now, it was you! It was you, you wretched person!"
On the other side, Charlotte remained calm in the face of Emily’s abuse. Compared to her past panic-stricken and ek self, she now carried an air of composure and leisure.
She gently lifted her delicate face and walked slowly forward with a seemingly disinterested expression.
Ethan Allen forced his eyes open, following Emily’s gaze. His pupils shrunk abruptly.
Charlotte brushed back a loose wisp of hair from her forehead, softly curved her lips into a smile, and said, "Emily, your whole family is gathered here. How could I not attend?"
"After all, I once shared your surna."
The monosyllabic word ’Allen’ was stated with emphasis in Charlotte’s voice.
Just as she said this, Jordan and Henry appeared at the door. Henry was wearing a black shirt, while Jordan had casually thrown on a coat. The razor-sharp tension in their deanor seed to have softened sowhat.
Upon seeing this, Ethan finally understood. He clenched his teeth, forcing the words through his gritted teeth.
"Sophie Allen, was it you who had them kidnap us?"
Her facial expression remained constant, neither admitting nor denying it, her eyes tranquil, like the surface of a lake at noon, absent of any ripples.
Ethan Allen was frantic, he kept struggling, and filthy insults sprang from his mouth.
"You shaless wretch! You even dared to kidnap your father, aren’t you afraid of going straight to hell!? he glanced at Henry and Jordan, his eyes bloodshot, "These two are your new lovers, aren’t they? You’ve got quite so guts, Sophie Allen, hooking up with two n at once. You may have no sha but I still do! If you know what’s good for you, let us go at once!"
As soon as his tirade was over, a bodyguard standing in front of him kicked him hard. He instantly grimaced in pain, his eyes rolling back into his head.
After the storm of insults had passed, Charlotte finally spoke calmly: "Finished?"
She paused, shook her head slightly, her tone indifferent: "Ethan Allen, you still do not realize, it’s you who should be going straight to hell."
There was a sense of quiet determination about the girl standing there. Her undeniable and unwavering postured convinced those around.
Henry Thompson slowly walked forward, he raised his hand and adjusted his cuffs but left his collar nonchalantly upturned.
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