Wesley!
He didn't even bother come looking for her. She was in this state thanks to his lunatic ex. For a second, she tried to imagine the heinous things he must have put her through for her to want to commit murder. She sighed.
Mark noticed the worried look on her face. "Tell me, what is it?" He bent over to get closer to her reddened face, resting his hand on her right shoulder. She turned away.
"Who in the world would want to hurt an innocent and pretty lady like you?" Mark said.
'Women Wesley must have toyed with in the past. Oh no, Wesley Jameson's plot to have her killed in disguise of bully.' Charlotte winced in pain.
"Speak to me." Mark paused. Seeing she'd refused to speak up he continued. "By the way, I am Mark Grande." He introduced himself.
Charlotte did not care to give heed to his name. "I need to go." She said. "Did you say Grande?" Charlotte's eyes glint.
"Who did you attend the party with Miss?". Marked asked.
