NovelEnglishChapter 526
The devastation outside grew worse by the hour. Thanks to the mansion's
elevated location, the old estate remained mostly untouched, but by nightfall even their cell service had become
spotty and unreliable.
With the severe storm warning she'd received that afternoon, Charlene realized there was no guarantee she'd
make it out in the morning to get back to work at PrimeStar.
After dinner that evening, she messaged the Ross family to let them know she was safe, then called Stewart to
explain she was staying at the Henderson Mansion and might not make it in the next day.
Stewart replied, "Things are pretty bad right now. PrimeStar's already told everyone to work from home
tomorrow. There's no rush on your end. I'll handle anything urgent for you, and we can touch base if anything
comes up."
"Alright," she agreed.
Afterward, Charlene sat cross-legged on the carpet with Jasmine, helping her piece together a puzzle. Thorne
lounged on the far end of the sofa, absorbed in a book.
An hour passed before Thorne wandered over. Charlene didn't look up, but Jasmine noticed and asked, "Dad?
What's up?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Thorne's gaze fell on Charlene. "Fancy a gof chess?"
Charlene did enjoy chess-and Thorne was a formidable opponent. With anyone else, she'd take losses in stride,
determined to improve. But when it cto Thorne...
She shook her head lightly. "Not interested."
Thorne took her answer in stride, glancing at her but saying nothing more. Then he changed the subject. "If
you're bored, why not head upstairs and read for a bit?"
By "upstairs," he meant his own room or his study, where the books were kept. Charlene's expression didn't
change. "No, thanks."
He didn't seem offended, just smiled and asked, "Have you read those new journals yet?"
"No." She had purchased the physical copies, but work had kept her too busy to crack them open.
Thorne didn't press further. He simply turned and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later, he returned, arms stacked with several books and
magazines. He set them down in front of Charlene.
She paused, finally glancing up at him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Settling in beside Jasmine, Charlene opened a book and began to read. Thorne left her in peace, not interrupting
again.
That night, Charlene went to Jasmine's room, and the two of them fell asleep together. Thorne didn't disturb
them.
The next morning, Charlene cdownstairs to find Thorne on the phone. After breakfast, Stewart called again
to discuss swork matters. Charlene, without here laptop, had to ask the butler if she could borrow one. s
"| rarely use a computer," the butler admitted. "My old one broke last year, and | never replaced it."
Without a word, Thorne went upstairs and soon returned, placing a laptop in front of her. He recited the password
as he typed it in.
The computer sat open on the table; as Charlene glimpsed the desktop, she realized this was Thorne's own work
laptop.
She needed to ad
access confidential
PrimesStar files. She was
careful-thoroughly checking before
and after using any device to ensure nothing sensitive could be compromised. But Thorne was an expert in this
field, and she didn't know the full extent of his skills. s
He must have trusted her to lend her his personal computer. But Charlene-
She gently pushed the laptop back toward him. "Thank you, but that's alright. I'll just use my phone."
Thorne seemed to understand. Seeing her hesitation, he simply
smiled, nodded, and closed the net
laptop without insisting. Then he turned and carried it back upstairs. s
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