Ryan Richard's attention was now fully focused on Charlotte Thompson, and he was hardly listening to Zoe Anne anymore.
He couldn't wait to pick up Charlotte and walk toward the bed.
Seeing Ryan's disgusting face, Zoe Anne did not hide the disgust on her face.
Her gaze swept over his face, her lips coldly curled, and she immediately closed the door and left.
Carefully placing Charlotte on the bed, Ryan looked at her face and couldn't help rubbing his hands together.
He stood up, his mouth curling into a sinister smile, "Charlotte, you still ended up in my hands, didn't you?"
As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the room where a camera was set up, adjusted the lens, and aimed it at the unconscious Charlotte on the bed.
"What about being the daughter of the Thompson Family? In the end, you are still mine, aren't you? Charlotte, I'm really looking forward to your reaction when you wake up."
While speaking, Ryan began to unbutton his shirt, then walked toward Charlotte.
