Chapter 177: A FOOL’S STRUGGLE
A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to hector_p. Thanks for the golden ticket.
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"Where the hell am I?" Charlotte looked around the dark hall, thinking of where she had come from. No wonder they say no one can steal anything from Halkhall Central Hall. Not only was the building vase, but it had an inescapable structure. Charlotte doubts the world’s best criminals will be able to find her at his point.
She felt so tired, her legs were already giving up but she struggled to walk. If only she could see just one person to save her from this predicament.
While Charlotte tried to find her way back to the hall she heard footsteps approaching her. "I’m here," Charlotte screamed for whoever it was to help her. She couldn’t find her way and was already exhausted.
"Mrs Hamilton." A male voice was heard and Charlotte turned excited. Maybe Alanis and Harlow were already looking for her. Maybe they noticed she wasn’t in the hall with them.
"Yes, I’m here." She screamed with her last strength. The footstep of the person grew louder and suddenly, a man emerged from the dimly lit hall.
"Mrs Hamilton," Lincoln called. He had attended the ball in disguise so that Harlow would not notice him, looking for a chance to speak to the old woman. He knew she loved him, Charlotte had been one of the people that loved him and treated him right.