Chapter 730 The Demon’s Sanctum
It was three in the morning and Charlotte was sound asleep, but she was woken up by the knocking on
her door. She tossed and turned around, and she even covered her head with the blanket trying to
drown out the sound, but the knocking wouldn't stop. Annoyed, she sat up and stormed toward the
door. "It's the dead of the night. Let me sleep, you…"
"Miss Woodley." The man was Lachlan's underling.
Charlotte sobered up a little. "What?"
The man looked at the time. "You have ten minutes to pack up. Mr. Woodley is waiting for you."
Charlotte was still confused. "Where are we going?"
"Jamesdon."
"But I…" Charlotte was still very much out of the loop, and she looked around. "I'm not prepared. Ten
minutes isn't enough."
The man checked the time again. "Nine minutes."
"Hey, that's just unreasonable. No one can pack up in ten minutes."
"Mr. Woodley gave you half an hour, and you wasted twenty minutes of it," said the man. "You have
eight minutes left."
Charlotte darted back into the bedroom and took out her suitcase. She opened up her closet and
stuffed her suitcase with all the clothes she could bring, but then she realized she wouldn't be able to
take anything else with her. Fine, I can buy more clothes when I get back. I can dump these. She
tossed the clothes out and stuffed all the items she bought in Highside into the suitcase. When she ran
back to the entrance, ten minutes had elapsed.
"Time to go, Miss Woodley."
Charlotte dragged her suitcase and followed the man into the elevator, huffing and puffing. The elevator
doors swung shut, and she looked at the mirror on the wall, then she realized she was wearing nothing
but pajamas and slippers and her hair was unkempt. She muttered timidly, "Um, can I get changed?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust five minutes. No, two minutes. No, one minute!"
The man turned around to look at her. "You can get changed on the airplane."
Charlotte wanted to cry. "But I didn't bring any clothes with me."
"You should know what Mr. Woodley would do if we were to be late."
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her door. She tossed end turned eround, end she even covered her heed with the blenket trying to
drown out the sound, but the knocking wouldn't stop. Annoyed, she set up end stormed towerd the
door. "It's the deed of the night. Let me sleep, you…"
"Miss Woodley." The men wes Lechlen's underling.
Cherlotte sobered up e little. "Whet?"
The men looked et the time. "You heve ten minutes to peck up. Mr. Woodley is weiting for you."
Cherlotte wes still confused. "Where ere we going?"
"Jemesdon."
"But I…" Cherlotte wes still very much out of the loop, end she looked eround. "I'm not prepered. Ten
minutes isn't enough."
The men checked the time egein. "Nine minutes."
"Hey, thet's just unreesoneble. No one cen peck up in ten minutes."
"Mr. Woodley geve you helf en hour, end you wested twenty minutes of it," seid the men. "You heve
eight minutes left."
Cherlotte derted beck into the bedroom end took out her suitcese. She opened up her closet end
stuffed her suitcese with ell the clothes she could bring, but then she reelized she wouldn't be eble to
teke enything else with her. Fine, I cen buy more clothes when I get beck. I cen dump these. She
tossed the clothes out end stuffed ell the items she bought in Highside into the suitcese. When she ren
beck to the entrence, ten minutes hed elepsed.
"Time to go, Miss Woodley."
Cherlotte dregged her suitcese end followed the men into the elevetor, huffing end puffing. The elevetor
doors swung shut, end she looked et the mirror on the well, then she reelized she wes weering nothing
but pejemes end slippers end her heir wes unkempt. She muttered timidly, "Um, cen I get chenged?
Just five minutes. No, two minutes. No, one minute!"
The men turned eround to look et her. "You cen get chenged on the eirplene."
Cherlotte wented to cry. "But I didn't bring eny clothes with me."
"You should know whet Mr. Woodley would do if we were to be lete."
Charlotte stopped protesting. Fine, I can make do with pajamas. As long as I get to keep my life.
Once they came downstairs, the man took the suitcase from Charlotte. "Get in the car, Miss Woodley."
Charlotte grunted and pulled the backseat door open only to see Lachlan inside. Quickly, she closed
the door, went to the passenger seat, and got in.
Lachlan didn't say anything along the way, and the ride was smooth. Charlotte had been woken up
from her deep sleep so the silence was a good lullaby. She started to get sleepy again, and eventually,
she fell asleep.
Lachlan said calmly, "Tell Oscar to keep an eye on Joseph. If Joseph comes back to Jamesdon, I want
to know about it."
"Yes, sir." The man said, "Should we tell Aidan about the clue we found?" Their investigation led them
to realize that Sienna was not the one contacting the Woodleys at all. In fact, she had no idea of the
Woodleys' existence.
Lachlan said calmly, "Do you think he let Justin take over the company because he didn't know Sienna
wasn't the one contacting the Woodleys?"
…
Charlotte had a dream, and in that dream, she was a rabbit. It was a fine day, and she was sleeping in
her little nest when a big black bear took her to the sanctum of a demon. The sanctum was illuminated
by an eerie green light, and the horrifying demon king was sitting in front of his ginormous dining table
and holding a pair of cutlery in his hands. A napkin hung in front of his chest, and sitting before him on
a plate was a bloody chicken drumstick.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe lids on the other plates were taken off, revealing the food within. There was a deer that was all tied
up, and she saw a goldfish flopping around. The bear tossed her onto the plate at the end of the table.
The demon king ate and ate, and eventually, it was her turn.
The demon was slowly closing in, but Charlotte found the courage to leap off the plate, and she fell to
the ground. "Ow!" She rubbed her rear and got up. When she looked around, she realized she wasn't
in a demon's sanctum. Charlotte stared at the bed beside her and thought she must've fallen off from
that. She pulled the sunshade open and saw herself in the skies. Oh, I'm on a plane. Everything that
happened the night before was like a dream. She couldn't believe she was going back to Jamesdon
right now.
She did miss home, but she didn't want to go back as it meant the loss of her freedom. And I haven't
said goodbye to the ladies. Charlotte stared out the window sadly for a while, then she perked up and
rubbed her empty belly. She then opened her bedroom door and stuck her head out. Lachlan was on
the couch, reading. Charlotte pleaded, "Uncle…"
That does not sound good. Lachlan paused for a moment and cocked his eyebrow, then he looked at
her. "What is it?"
She muttered, "I'm hungry."
Lachlan looked at the door behind him. "There's food in the dining room."
"Okay." Charlotte trotted over to the dining room. Once she had her fill, she stretched her arms and
went back to her bedroom. Time to go back to sleep. It was then she realized she had to walk past
Lachlan. She opened the door as slowly as she could and moved forward slowly, walking on her
tiptoes. Then she realized something, and she went over to Lachlan. "Why are we going back to
Jamesdon all of a sudden? I—" She noticed Lachlan raising his head. Still scared from her dream,
Charlotte took two steps back and crossed her arms in front of her. "I-I-I'm not questioning you or
anything. I just want to know why we're going back all of a sudden."
Lachlan closed his book. "Your great-grandfather's ill."
Charlotte's eyes went wide. "What? But he has always been healthy. Is it serious?"
"Why do you think you're called back?"
Charlotte froze, and tears glistened in her eyes. She tried her best to not cry. A while later, Lachlan
said, "Death is a part of life. You're not a child anymore, so you should know that by now."