Chapter 311

Charles Hart’s grip almost crushed Stella Johnson’s wrist. His voice was cold enough to cut: “You’re coming with me.” Michael Anderson stepped in, positioning himself between them. “Mr. Hart, what Stella needs right now is peace, not you forcing her.” “Move.” A flicker of fury flashed through Charles’s eyes. “This is between me and her.” “No, it’s not just yours to decide,” Michael held his ground, calm but firm. “If I’m not mistaken, the Hart Corporation is currently applying for a medical equipment import license, right?” Charles narrowed his eyes. “Is that a threat?” “I’m just giving a friendly reminder.” Michael gave a small smile. “Know when to back off.” Stella suddenly yanked her hand free. “Enough! I’m not some object the two of you can tug back and forth!” She shot Michael a look. “Let’s go.” Charles’s expression darkened. With a sharp motion, four bodyguards immediately closed in. “Mr. Anderson,” Charles adjusted his sleeve slowly, voice icy. “You should know by now — in Lich