Looking at her clear and forbearing eyes, Charlie felt softhearted, but this softness was not enough to sway his ambition.
As someone who survived all kinds of torture from his mentally ill mother, he was deeply aware of the importance of power.
Only by grasping power could he get everything he wanted, including women.
He said with an indifferent face, "I said it wasn't me. It's just that I may know where she is."
Yvette's mind was in a mess now, and she couldn't figure out who was involved in this matter. She just wanted to find Isabel.
"Tell me..."
"Please. Tell me." Her clear eyes were filled with tears.
The corner of Charlie's lips twitched slightly. "Are you begging me? It seems that your sincerity is not enough..."
Plop!
Yvette knelt on the ground without any hesitation.
"I know. It's all my fault. I should not have offended you. Please..."
