His memories of Charlotte played in front of his eyes like a movie.
Her timid expression, the way she looked at him when she was trying to please him, and the way she kept silent when the servants cursed at her.
For the past two years, Zane had always thought that Charlotte was a coward.
Yet that day, she drugged him, kissed him, and took away his jade stone.
She once said that she held herself back to avoid giving him trouble.
Zane clutched his head as it swam with the avalanche of memories.
Just then, someone appeared in front of him.
It was Charlotte, but she was barely recognizable.
Her long hair was gone.
The gentleness in her eyes was replaced with coldness and a hint of hatred.
"Zane, give me the jade stone," she said.
She no longer called him Mr. Yarbrough.
Zane was surprised, but he stood up right away.
"I'll get it for you."
Strangely, he had no other thoughts upon seeing Charlotte again.
