78. Warning

Charlotte’s POV

“Who the fuck are you?!” I asked in rage, glaring at him with my sharp eyes. He drew his gun and showed it to me, and smiled evilly, “I can kill you right now if I want to.”

He was 6 feet tall, and much taller than me because I’m only 5’4 and I looked like a minion in front of him. He has a dragon tattoo on his shoulder , and his black eyebrows draw together as he stares at me closely, “Sit if you don’t want to die.”

I sat on the sofa, and crossed my legs while staring at him, “Then what do you want from me?”

He sat in front of me, and smiled, “I want you to stay away from the investigation, don’t investigate a lot about what happened in the past, or this could be your end!”

"Why are you telling me this?" I grabbed my shoes to throw them at him, then tried to run away.

I was about to run away when he grabbed my dress and tore it by mistake. I looked at him disgustedly and sternly said, "Pervert!"

“What? Why would I be a pervert?!” He closed the door again, and lo