"You're not going anywhere princess. You belong to me, Charlotte. YOU. ARE. MINE. You hear me? MINE. Do you understand?"
In a world where beauty, power, and money is everything, one girl knows she is nothing. Sold to the obsessed Miss Grand Thailand...
Charlotte's heart nearly leapt out of her chest as she looks at the person she just bumped into. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the person.
"Davika?"
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It's Davika, the last person she'd expect to encounter in a situation like this.
She was taken aback by Davika's sudden appearance and the unexpected pull on her arm. She stumbles forward, nearly tripping as Davika drags her along.
"Wh-What? Davika, wait-" she protests weakly, her confusion growing by the second.
"Come on, let's go before Engfa's dog come back," Davika says, her grip on Charlotte strong.
Charlotte is about to ask what Davika means, but before she can open her mouth, Davika is already pulling her away, almost running away from the park.
Davika swiftly pulls Charlotte towards a car parked nearby. She quickly opens the passenger door with one hand, the other still holding onto Charlotte.
"Get in," she says, her voice urgent. Charlotte, still reeling from the unexpected situation, doesn't have time to protest as Davika practically shoves her into the car.
Davika gets into the driver's seat and wastes no time. The car roars to life and speeds out of the park.
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As the car swerves out of the park and onto the main road, Charlotte turns to Davika.
"Davika... What the hell is going on?" She asks, her voice a mixture of confusion and surprise. "Why did you pull me out like that? What's happening?"
Davika continues to drive, her grip on the steering wheel firm.
"I'm just helping you out, darling," she says simply, her eyes fixed on the road.
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On the other hand, Engfa, standing in her office, had a stern expression on her face. Max had just burst into the room, his heart pounding and sweat beading on his forehead.
