Chapter 781 Mrs. Hall, Should We Strip Her Clothes
After Alaric finished his report and left, Brady and Violet both frowned in disgust.
Self-harm was such a pathetic tactic.
Did Charlotte think hurting herself would get her out of trouble?
Violet was determined not to let her get away with it.
"Honey, go take a shower. I'll handle this," Violet said, not wanting Brady to get involved. "I don't want her to see you again."
Brady nodded, gently touching her rounded belly. "Be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Don't worry, there are several bodyguards next door. I'll be fine," Violet reassured him.
She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before heading next door with Alaric.
Brady stood in the bedroom, watching Violet grow more confident and captivating.
A tender smile played on his lips, and his dark eyes gleamed with admiration.
Violet was becoming more irresistible to him every day.
In the presidential suite next door, Charlotte was trying to save herself.
She planned to bite her tongue to make them let her go. Of course, she didn't intend to die; she was too afraid of death.
She just wanted to use this trick to force them to release her. So, when she bit her tongue, she didn't use much force and didn't sever the tip.
She bit down just enough to break the skin, letting fresh blood seep out and onto the tape covering her mouth.
The bodyguards in the suite instinctively ripped off the tape.
The tape had been on all night, and tearing it off hurt like hell.
Charlotte couldn't bear the pain from the tape and her bitten tongue.
She screamed in agony and, seeing Violet enter, collapsed onto the sofa, pretending to faint.
She wanted them to take her to the hospital.
Once at the hospital, they wouldn't have the authority to detain her, and she could escape.
Violet wanted her to apologize publicly? Dream on!
She wasn't going to stick around to be humiliated.
After Charlotte pretended to faint, a bodyguard immediately checked her condition, feeling for her breath under her nose.
She was breathing, so she wasn't dead.
The bodyguard withdrew his hand and reported to Violet, who had just walked over. "Mrs. Hall, she bit her tongue and fainted. Should we take her to the hospital?"
"Hold on a sec," Violet said, not trusting that Charlotte would harm herself so severely.
She paused and then instructed the bodyguard, "Go to the bathroom and get a bucket of cold water. I want to see if she's unconscious. If she is, we'll take her to the hospital."
The bodyguard quickly went to the bathroom to fetch the cold water.
Hearing Violet's plan to douse her with cold water, Charlotte almost opened her eyes to curse her out.
But she had to endure it. She just needed to hold on until they got to the hospital.
If she jumped up now, her tongue-biting would have been for nothing.
So Charlotte gritted her teeth and continued to play dead.
The bodyguard soon returned with a large bucket of cold water.
Without hesitation, he lifted the bucket and poured it over Charlotte.
With a loud splash, the icy water drenched Charlotte, leaving her looking like a drowned rat.
She no longer resembled the confident, proud woman she had been.
"Still unconscious, huh?" Violet observed Charlotte's fingers twitching after the water hit her and deliberately said, "Strip her clothes off and take her to the hospital. We don't want her catching a cold."
The bodyguard hesitated. "Mrs. Hall, do we have to strip her?"
"Yes, strip her completely. Not a single piece left," Violet said, glancing at Calliope.
Calliope understood the signal and told the bodyguards, "Do whatever Mrs. Hall says. She'll take responsibility."
With that, the bodyguards had no choice. They didn't care about stripping a woman and were prepared to remove Charlotte's soaked shirt and skirt.
As soon as one of them touched her arm, Charlotte, who had been holding back, couldn't take it anymore.
She snapped her eyes open and angrily shoved the bodyguard away.
She could bite her tongue, but she would never accept strange men stripping her clothes off.