Chapter 250

Charles Hart stepped into the quiet space of the private airstrip—this place rarely saw visitors even on a normal day, and it was clear Grace Carter had made sure it was even more deserted now. A loud roar grew louder as a private jet landed on the tarmac, sending dust swirling in the air. Grace strutted down from the plane in a bright red dress that practically screamed for attention. Her movements were graceful, though laced with a touch of arrogance. With a wide, seemingly friendly smile, she spotted Charles and picked up her pace, arms wide open like she expected a warm hug. She pouted, "Charles, I’ve missed you sooo much!" But Charles wasn’t having it. His expression darkened, and without hesitation, he sidestepped her attempt at a hug. Cold eyes locked onto her, his tone flat and distant. "Why did you call me here?" He wasn’t buying that this woman called him over just to mess with him—she always had an agenda. Grace’s smile froze for a beat, but she quickly slipped back into her