“Is your boyfriend really that great?”
Newell leaned back in his chair, picking up the teapot and pouring more hot water into Charlotte’s cup, acting like it was just small talk.
“Hm?” Charlotte looked up, her long lashes fluttering as she smiled softly. “He’s honestly the best.”
Newell glanced at her, quietly taking in that little smile. After a moment, he looked away, not letting any disappointment show on his face.
“Get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.”
“Newell.”
Just as he was about to leave, Charlotte called out, a tiny frown on her face. “There are plenty of talented people in DM. Why pick me?”
He paused, still facing away from her, and answered slowly, “You fight well, and you’re smart.”
Charlotte just stared at him, not sure what to say.
...
It was late.
Charlotte took two pills, but she still couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing and turning in bed.
Eventually, she got up, opened her pillbox, and almost took another one. Then Anthony’s warning popped into her head. After a pause, she put the pill back.
She checked her phone. It was four in the morning in Cabinda.
Charlotte frowned, reached into her backpack, pulled out Anthony’s pajamas, and hugged them to her chest. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the villa,
Newell stepped out of the shower, finally dropping the mask he wore all day. With a glass of red wine in hand, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the dark room across the way, lost in thought.
“Newell.”
Cedric walked up to him, speaking quietly. “Anthony went to the Isle of Veil.”
Newell froze for a second and turned his head. “Why is he on the Isle of Veil?”
“I heard the bracelet Nine lost at the international medical conference ended up with Rena.”



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