Mr. Norman, She's Out of Your League Now novel Chapter 66

Brian really knew how to hold a grudge. Was he really that petty? And did he truly not understand why Charlotte had run away in the first place?

Charlotte let out a cold laugh.

"Do you really expect me to stay here and let you take advantage of me? Let me remind you, Brian, this is a lawful country. We're standing in a kindergarten, of all places. You'd better watch yourself. If I so much as raise my voice, those children outside will come running to see what's going on. You'll end up thoroughly humiliated."

Finishing her threat, she turned and reached for the door, fully intending to leave. But the handle refused to turn. Someone had locked the door from the outside.

Charlotte twisted the knob a few more times, then gave the door a hard shake. It didn't budge.

Her anger flared. She began pounding on the door, shouting toward the hallway, "Henry! Open this door right now!"

Outside, Henry pretended not to hear a thing. He was the one who had locked the door. There was no way he would risk unlocking it. His year-end bonus depended on making sure she stayed right where she was.

Charlotte kept calling out, but there was no response. Frustration surged through her. She gave up yelling and turned back, glaring furiously at the real culprit behind all of this. "Brian, what exactly do you want? Why don't you just lay it out clearly?"

Brian leaned back slightly, his voice low and dangerous. "Charlotte, I told you before. You need to pay for what you did all those years ago."

What she did? What was he even talking about?

Charlotte tried to remember the last time they had spoken. Hadn't he accused her of abandoning her husband and child?

Without hesitation, she snapped back at him. "If you're sick, go see a doctor. I have no time for your nonsense."

She held her head high, her voice firm. She had never abandoned Amber. From the very beginning, she had raised her daughter herself.

As for abandoning her husband… Who had really left whom? Clearly, Brian had a very selective memory.

Charlotte had no intention of getting dragged into his twisted games. She walked straight to the window overseeing the hallway outside, pulling it open with the clear plan of climbing out.

"Brian! Let go of me!" she shouted, instinctively trying to shield her skirt with her hands.

They struggled against each other, both pulling back and forth. Charlotte lost her balance and tumbled off the windowsill.

She braced herself for the fall, her heart racing. But just before she hit the ground, something caught on the back of her skirt. There was a sharp tearing sound. The fabric split open along the back of her thigh.

For a second, Charlotte stood there, completely stunned. It took a moment for her to process what had happened.

Thankfully, Brian had moved close enough to catch her. She didn't hit the floor.

As soon as she steadied herself, she looked down at her skirt. The sight made her expression darken with rage. The fabric was torn so badly that there was no way she could leave the room without exposing herself.

Charlotte's eyes burned with fury. "Brian, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"