Chapter 635 Stay?
As Christopher was being dragged away, he made sure to reassure his daughter, "Don't worry, they're all good people!"
Charlotte's expression turned somber.
"Did you tell Christopher that I killed Simon and made $250 million from you guys?" Charlotte asked Fiona bluntly as Christopher was being taken away.
"I thought it would be best for you to tell him yourself," Fiona replied, seeing Charlotte as just a girl needing protection in Christopher's eyes.
Charlotte paused, considering her response.
Christopher had been furious before when he discovered her intentions to kill.
"Thanks," Charlotte said coldly.
"Charlotte, are you really only ten years old?" Thalassa asked curiously.
Charlotte glanced at Thalassa, then lowered her eyelids, pondering. "If my father remembers correctly, he found me in a garbage chamber," she said.
"Oh, I see," Thalassa replied, feeling oddly guilty.
Thalassa felt like she'd somehow offended the child.
"What plans do you have with your father?" Fiona asked, continuing the conversation.
"We haven't decided yet, we don't have any plans for now," Charlotte responded, instantly becoming cautious.
She didn't mention her father's intention for them to live with Armie.
"The royal family is furious about Simon's death and they are searching for you worldwide," Fiona said calmly. "Even if you change your identity, your appearance remains the same, and the royal family knows about your relationship with your father."
"We're good at hiding," Charlotte answered. Charlotte seemed unfazed by the prospect of hiding and evading.
After all, she'd lived like this as long as she could remember.
Fiona looked at her, her thoughts drifting to Ethan. However, Charlotte and Ethan were different.
While Ethan understood pain but remained resilient, Charlotte seemed oblivious to it. Perhaps all she wanted was to be with her father.
"If you don't mind, you and your father can stay here temporarily," Fiona suggested.
Charlotte was surprised. "Aren't you afraid?"
Her father had sought refuge with some friends, claiming they were his closest allies. But there were still betrayers, fearing retaliation from his organization. Once, Christopher almost got beaten to death. Since then, neither the father nor the daughter trusted anyone.
Christopher trained Charlotte, teaching her escape skills, like buying fake identities and assessing escape routes quickly in new places. Such skills proved useful in various situations, even in assassination.
"Afraid?" Fiona laughed. "Do you know where Mike, who came to pick you up, came from?"
Charlotte shook her head.
"The Shadow Syndicate."
Finally, Charlotte's eyes showed surprise. Shadow Syndicate was even more terrifying than her father's organization.
"He wasn't chased?" she asked.
"Mike's had his near-death experiences," Fiona nodded. "There was one extremely close time; he almost got blown up. It angered my grandmother, who then sent people to nearly kill the Boss of the Shadow Syndicate. After that, they didn't dare provoke us again."
Charlotte listened, wide-eyed and speechless.
"If you can convince the organization to spare my father, I can repay you the money, minus the processing fee, of course."
On the dark web, they'd deduct a processing fee before transferring the money, converting it into legitimate currency, which required more money.
Fiona smiled.
Thalassa also smiled. "I didn't expect you to be so honorable. Rest assured, what's yours will be yours. Fiona only said she could temporarily let you keep it. Whether she can use it depends on your father's abilities."
"He's old," Charlotte said, looking at Fiona, a fire in her eyes. "But I'm very capable!"
Thalassa's smile faded slowly. After all, Charlotte was just a ten-year-old child.
"Is that so?" Fiona leaned closer. "Let me test you."
Charlotte glanced at Fiona. "You can't beat me in a fight."
"Who said anything about fighting?" Fiona smiled. "How about multiplication?"
Charlotte frowned. "What's that?"
"Can you tell me how many poems are in Shakespeare's poetry collection?" Fiona continued.
Charlotte's brow furrowed deeper. "I don't know what that is."
Fiona thought for a moment. "What about writing?"
"I can read."
Fiona pursed her lips. "How about French?"
"I can speak it."
Fiona shook her head. "So besides fighting and escaping, you don't know anything else?"
Thalassa understood what Fiona meant. "In our Armie, you'd be considered illiterate."
Charlotte's brows furrowed tightly. "I can learn. I learn things quickly," Charlotte said seriously.
Although evading came naturally, learning everything in a safe environment seemed better, especially with her father aging.
Christopher, who once took on twenty people, didn't know he was seen as old in Charlotte's eyes.
"Alright, I'll give you a year to study. If you do well, it will prove you're truly capable," Fiona said seriously.
"Okay. But you have to ensure my father's and my safety!"
"Deal."
Fiona reached out her hand.
Charlotte hesitated but eventually shook Fiona's hand. Fiona's hand was soft, with a faint fragrance.
"You can find your father beyond that gate in the small house over there." Fiona pointed.
That was where the bodyguards stayed.
Charlotte nodded and turned to leave but glanced back at Fiona as if she'd remembered something.
"I'll take responsibility for protecting your child, as compensation for my father's mistakes," she said, worried Fiona wouldn't believe her. "I'm skilled. When I was eight, I protected my father!"
"Let's discuss it further."
Charlotte didn't like forcing things. She listened to Fiona and went to find her father.
As Thalassa watched her walk away, she asked, "Do you really want to keep this father-daughter pair?"
"Don't you think she's adorable?" Fiona looked at the slender figure.
The uneven lawn caused Charlotte to stumble momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure and continued walking confidently.
"She's cute, but so young and capable of killing easily," Thalassa said, reminded of a suspense movie about antisocial personalities.
"So I want to observe her for a year," Fiona said calmly. "If she really has a bloodlust, we can't keep her."
Thalassa nodded. "She's been living with a killer, taught strange things. Let's observe her," Thalassa muttered.
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