Charlotte's gaze met Justin Battleson's; an unusual emotion silently passed between them.
Charlotte gave a slight smile and nodded, "I trust you."
The past few days had been quiet, devoid of any incident.
That night.
Charlotte entered the bedroom to find Justin standing on the balcony.
He leaned against the railing, the silver moonlight illuminating his body, outlining his chiseled features—stark, aloof, dignified.
"There's still no news about Evelyn Curtis?"
Charlotte walked forward, standing next to him and looking up at his face.
Justin saw her, her expression relaxed yet still a hint of worry creasing her eyebrows.
He gently smoothed out her furrowed brows, "No news yet."
Upon receiving the news of Evelyn Curtis's disappearance seemed to be evaporating from the world, Justin had deployed his men everywhere to search for her.
However, after several days, there was no progress.
Evelyn seemed to have vanished into thin air without leaving a trace behind.