Chapter 295

Charles Hart completely ignored Stella Johnson’s struggling and scooped her up in his arms. She’d lost weight—holding her now was like lifting a feather—but her resistance still cut into him like a blade. "Charles Hart! Put me down!" Stella pushed against his chest with what little strength she had left. After the drugs, even her voice quivered, soft and weak. Charles kept a tight jaw and didn’t say a word. He pushed forward with long strides, bodyguards clearing the way as he reached the private elevator straight to the underground garage. A sleek black limo was waiting. "You don’t get to make choices for me!" Stella’s eyes burned red. "What, you think fixing me up means you get to take control again? Or is it that you’re afraid if I die, you’ll lose your leverage over Oliver?" Charles’s arms stiffened at her words, a flicker of something painful flashing through his eyes. He bent down and placed her gently into the car, voice low and firm. "Airport. Now." She actually thought that of