Chapter 1659 - 1658: Reporters Carrying Long Guns and Bazookas

Chapter 1659: Chapter 1658: Reporters Carrying Long Guns and Bazookas

"Harry, how come you’re here?" Weren’t Eva and the Crown Prince supposed to have gone to Eastern Europe?

Ella and Young Master Bai went with them too!

Harry is usually Lucas Knight’s most capable assistant; everyone knows he and the Crown Prince are practically glued together. Could it be that Eva and the others came back early?!!

Carla Carr frowned slightly, then smiled. "Harry, did Eva and Lucas come back?"

"No, Madam Admiral!" Harry cut her off directly but still spoke politely. "Our Miss Charlotte came early to attend the banquet, but something came up at the last minute. I’m here to look for her now, have you seen her, Madam Admiral?"

"No, I just arrived, I haven’t seen her!"

"Got it, Madam Admiral, then I’ll go look for our young lady first!"

"Wait, Harry, she hasn’t gotten into any trouble, has she? I’ll help look too, see where she is. If I find her I’ll call you!"

Harry: "Okay."

Just like that, Carla, as the Admiral’s wife, had barely arrived, hadn’t even exchanged a few words with those socialites and rich wives, and went straight off to search for someone.

Inside, she was extremely worried about Charlotte Knight’s safety.

Time rewinds to half an hour earlier.

In the lounge, after Charlotte Knight misdialed and then finally realized it, she had a brief call with Lucas Knight and hung up right after.

Right then she felt her body burning up, unbearably hot for no reason. While she still had a bit of rationality left, she rushed to the restroom to splash cold water on her face, trying to clear her head, but it was completely useless.

At this rate, nothing good was going to happen. But she didn’t want to bother Brother Lucas, so she grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.

Go home first?

If she stayed here any longer, who knew what would happen?

"Charlotte, where are you going?" Bethany Knight blocked the doorway, letting out a disdainful snort. "Oh, correction—Sister Charlotte, where are you going?"

"Why is your face so red?"

Bethany Knight had some designer oversized tote hanging on her arm. Swinging her hips as she walked up to Charlotte, she knitted her brows slightly and put on a harmless little expression. "Your face is so flushed—want me to find a man for you?"

"The kind here in the club—great body, and insanely skilled in bed... how about it?!"

Charlotte Knight: "Move. Don’t block my way! You’re absolutely shameless!"

With someone like this, Charlotte Knight had no time to waste on nonsense. She shot back straight and sharp: "The Knight Clan is at least the number one wealthy family. How could we have someone like you? Bethany Knight, did you put something in my drink?"

She’d never gotten along with her, so tonight Bethany must’ve tampered with her glass, right?

"Heh!" Bethany Knight scoffed, looking lofty and superior. "How could I possibly drug you? You’re overthinking it. We’re good sisters, after all, aren’t we?"

"You..." Charlotte gritted out, "I’ll find proof." As soon as the words left her mouth, a crowd in the corridor nearby started shouting, "Look, they say someone’s doing something indecent in that room..."

Right after that, a whole group of people rushed out, lugging long-lens cameras and gear like cannons.

All those cameras and phones were impossible to ignore.

Charlotte knew this would definitely be bad for her, so without even stopping to think, she grabbed up her gown and bolted!

The dress was too long, and the high heels on her feet made it impossible to run. She simply kicked off the shoes.