Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur) novel Chapter 330

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Charlotte looked at him with calm, deep eyes that held no warmth. “Can I still trust you?” 

The words hit Arthur like a knife to the heart. 

His grip tightened unconsciously as he swallowed hard. “You can trust me.” 

Evie and Pete walked over just then. 

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Hearing his words, Evie let out a harsh laugh. “Trusting a man? Yeah right. Pigs might as well fly.” 

Pete shot her an exasperated look. “Come on, you can’t just write off every guy like that.” 

Evie glanced at him. “Trust me. I know what I’m talking about. Men are all the same.” 

Pete had no comeback for that one. 

Charlotte stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes downcast in thought, before finally saying, “Okay.” 

She was giving him one last chance. 

Charlotte turned to Evie and Pete. “You guys head back to my studio. I’ll be there soon.” 

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“What if something happens?” Pete frowned concern written all over his face. “I should stick around.” 

Evie nodded quickly. “Yeah, let us stay. That way, if anyone tries anything funny, we’ve got your back.” She shot a pointed look at Arthur’s stony expression. 

Charlotte smiled, “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” 

Their hands were tied since she was so adamant about it. 

Charlotte turned and got into Arthur’s car. 

As the car disappeared into the distance, Evie clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Who knows what that jerk is up to now? What if he pulls some dirty tricks to stop Lottie from divorcing him?” 

Pete’s usually gentle face turned serious. “I’ll help her,” he said simply. 

Evie sighed and shook her head, not taking his words seriously at all. In Lanceser, Arthur’s word was law. When he didn’t want something to happen, who could possibly stand in his way? 

She got into her car. “Let’s head back and wait for news.” 

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The car glided smoothly down the road. 

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Charlotte sat in complete silence. 

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Arthur’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white as his fingers drummed against it, betraying his irritation. 

The atmosphere between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. 

When the car pulled into a cemetery, Charlotte froze. “What? Are you planning to bury me alive?” she blurted out. 

Arthur was momentarily speechless. He shot her an exasperated look. “Why would I bury you alive?” 

“Then, why did you bring me to a cemetery?” Charlotte eyed him suspiciously. 

The car came to a stop. “There’s someone you need to meet,” he said, his voice low and solemn. 

Charlotte sensed something was off. Without a word, she got out of the car. 

The bodyguard yanked Sarah out, too. 

When Sarah saw it was a cemetery, all the color drained from her face. She stared at Arthur, pure fear in her eyes. “Arthur, why are we here?” Her voice trembled as she spoke.