As the night wore on, Wesley dropped Charlotte off at his house, his eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement. "I'll be right back," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I just need to take care of something."
Charlotte nodded, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. She had been here before, and she knew that Wesley's "something" could take him anywhere.
As she watched, Wesley disappeared into the night, leaving her alone in his sprawling mansion. She wandered the empty halls, feeling like a ghost haunting the opulent rooms.
Meanwhile, Wesley was indeed taking care of something. He boarded his private jet, the sleek aircraft soaring into the night sky as he traveled to an undisclosed location.
As the jet flew through the darkness, Wesley's mind was focused on the task at hand. He was on his way to meet with a group of investors, men who were eager to do business with him.
