Charles was a storm cloud in human form, radiating such negative vibes it was practically a force field. Who in their right mind would get close to him now? Only Janet seemed to have missed the memo and was barreling straight into danger. Charles's forehead was creased with a frown, his face so dark it sent shivers down her spine. "I'm telling you one last time. Let go!"

"No!"

However, before Janet could even finish protesting, Charles had already wriggled free. He moved so fast it was a blur, and by the time everyone caught up, he had spun around and clamped his hand on Janet's neck. It looked terrifying. "Cough cough!"

Janet was dangling from Charles' hand, her toes barely scraping the ground.

"Charles!" Clarisse was the first to snap out of it, her face as white as a sheet. She dashed over. "Charles, what the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Let her go now!"

locked on Janet's reddening face. A twisted smile played on his lips like he was some kind of demon straight out of the underworld, icy and

on her throat making her fear death for the very first time. She slapped and clawed at Charles's

the danger. "Charles, what the heck are you doing?

in mock surprise. "Well, since the whole Hoffman family is here, I might as

thinking, Clarisse blurted out, "No, Charles,

stare cut to Clarisse. "Madam

whole room held its breath when Charles called Clarisse 'Madam Baker'. Clarisse's face went pale. "Charles,

face turned a shade paler. "Scared of dying? I've got two ways of dealing with you. One is death, and the

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