Inside the majestic and modernly stylish De Mavius mansion, each corner of the wall was beautifully carved, and the designs were made with complete care. With the combination of sky blue and spotless white paint, it was looking like a century palace. It's vast with a luxurious touch and lavish amenities. Charlotte and the head elder of the clan, are talking on the balcony. The night sky is awake and the air felt oddly tranquil. The Don was drinking tea and Charlotte was sitting right in front of him.
While the old head butler served their tea, Charlotte's cell phone suddenly rang. She quickly apologized to the old man and answer the call.
"Miss Charlotte, we've got the target. Where do we take her?" The man asked and Charlotte looked at her grandfather.
"Take her to the private resort of Scythe Island. Pronto." She ordered and hung up the call immediately before facing the grandfather who had been listening to her earlier.
