Chapter 91 Courting Death with Charles

The door slammed shut behind Charles. Lucian spat through gritted teeth, "If you lay a finger on Rosalie, I'm coming for you, Charles." There was no response from behind the door. Two bodyguards in black stepped up, forming a solid wall in front of it. Mason took his time straightening his cuffs. He offered Lucian a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and his words had a biting edge. "You're the first person who has the nerve to provoke Mr. Yarwood like this, Mr. Fenwick. You should go." Lucian leaned against the wall, his gloomy eyes fixed on the closed door before him. A gnawing doubt began to grow in his mind. Was Rosalie really in there? Charles was a control freak with an insane obsession with cleanliness. There was no way he would hide a woman in his private suite. But every instinct Lucian had was screaming at him that Rosalie was behind that door. Was he imagining things? But Charles wasn't someone to be trifled with. In Lucian's past life, he didn't return to take over t