Chapter 775 Stealing Someone Else's Husband Comes with Conquences
"No, you can leave now." Brady pushed her hand away, keeping his distance.
"Are you sure?" Charlotte wasn't about to let this chance slip away.
She asked sweetly, her voice dripping with charm, as she slowly began unbuttoning her shirt.
One button after another, until the last one was undone.
She shamelessly stripped right in front of Brady.
Her shirt fell to the floor, leaving her in just a black lace bra.
Brady's eyes darkened instantly.
He wanted to tell her to get out, but the sweet scent in the air began to cloud his mind like a devil's spell.
He couldn't say a word.
His vision blurred, his head felt dizzy yet thrilling, and his body started to heat up. His mouth was dry, and as his brain spiraled out of control, he saw a vision of paradise.
It was a place filled with exotic flowers and fruits, mystical waters, and ethereal mists.
Brady stared at this paradise, collapsing onto the soft bed behind him.
Seeing that the drug had taken effect, Charlotte's smile grew more triumphant. Her dark eyes boldly and greedily took in Brady's physique.
His high-quality tailored shirt clung to his firm, muscular body, exuding raw masculinity. His throat moved slightly, making him look irresistibly sexy.
He was a perfect specimen of a man.
Even just wearing a shirt, he was captivating. What if he took it off?
Unable to contain herself, Charlotte quickly unhooked her black bra and, despite her injured foot, climbed onto the bed, straddling Brady.
She began unbuttoning his shirt.
She had just undone one button when the door to the presidential suite opened with a swipe of a card.
Startled by the sudden noise, Charlotte turned her head towards the door.
Wasn't Brady the only one who could open this suite?
Who else could it be?
Violet?
But she said she had errands to run and wouldn't be back all day.
As Charlotte's mind raced, the door swung open with a bang, revealing the people standing there.
She froze.
There stood Violet, Alaric, Calliope, and several bodyguards.
Everyone stared at her, half-naked, sitting on top of Brady.
Anyone would think they were up to something inappropriate.
"Mrs. Hall," Charlotte stammered, shocked.
She quickly got off Brady, covering her chest with her hands, and put on a pitiful expression. "Mrs. Hall, I didn't mean to. I don't know what happened to Mr. Hall. He wouldn't let go of me."
"I tried to resist, but Mr. Hall wouldn't let me." Charlotte forced an explanation, crying and pretending to be innocent.
Violet watched her performance calmly, then turned to the bodyguard and said, "Get the surveillance footage from Mr. Hall's room and keep it safe. I don't want Ms. Devereux denying anything."
The bodyguard nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Hall."
As the bodyguard went to retrieve the footage, Charlotte's face turned to terror.
She finally realized that the woman she thought was foolish had set her up.
Violet wasn't stupid at all.
The fool was Charlotte.
Charlotte bit her lip hard and said, "Mrs. Hall, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Then we'll see what the video shows, won't we?" Violet smiled, then turned to Alaric. "This room reeks. Help Mr. Hall to my suite next door."
"Yes, Mrs. Hall."
Alaric walked over, glaring at the half-naked Charlotte with disgust before helping Brady out.
Once they were gone, Violet and Calliope stepped inside.
When Violet reached Charlotte, she looked down at her and, without a word, slapped her hard across the face.
Coldly and with authority, she said, "Ms. Devereux, this slap is to remind you that trying to steal someone else's husband comes with consequences."
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