Winning Her Heart Back

Chapter 679 Clean Her Up

Charles had drunk even more than Emelie, and he was now lying passed out on his bed. However, a sudden phone call from his subordinate jolted him awake. "Mr. Davis, we've found Emmie!"

Charles sprang out of bed. "Where is she?"

The subordinate replied, "She bribed a sailor to let her board his ship, intending to escape Capebatt City. Our men surveying the area caught her. We've locked her up."

Charles asked, "Is the child with her?"

"Yes!" the subordinate said.

Charles let out a low chuckle and opened the closet, choosing a set of clothes to change into.

"That woman is cunning. Keep the child in another room. As long as we have the child, she won't dare to run. I'm going there right now!" Charles said.

At a cheap hotel near the dock, Emmie was guarded by several burly bodyguards. She tried to make a run for it multiple times, but she was stopped each time.

When Charles arrived with his men, Emmie lunged at him and grabbed his collar.

She yelled anxiously, "Charles! Give me back Mia! Give her back to me!"

Charles sneered. "Aren't you the clever one? With two burly men guarding you, you still managed to slip away."

Emmie's hair was disheveled and her clothes were dirty because she had lain down in the boat. She looked pathetic, a stark contrast to the impeccably dressed Charles.

She stared at him in despair. "What do you want from me?"

Charles' voice was cold. "I want answers."

Emmie took a deep breath. "I don't know what you're talking about. We haven't seen each other in two years. There's nothing left to say."

"Still playing innocent, are we? I had a DNA test done. Mia is my daughter." Emmie let go of his collar, the color draining from her face.

Charles looked at her intently. "If I remember correctly, I was always careful during our time together. So how did you get pregnant with this child? Did you set me up?"

Emmie denied it immediately. "No, I didn't!"

Charles mocked, "Oh, so it was an accident? If you were carrying my child, why didn't you tell me? You said you were struggling financially. Surely you knew I could give you more than what you make if you brought her to me?

He continued, "But you didn't. Is it because you've been with too many men that you

weren't even sure if the child was mine?"

Before he could finish speaking, Emmie slapped him hard across the face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she said behind gritted teeth, "You bastard, Charles!"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Charles' head was turned to the side due to the impact. He turned back around slowly, noticing the grievance and anger in Emmie's eyes.

He touched the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his voice cold. "This is a new experience for me. Someone actually dared to hit me."

He reached out and roughly gripped her chin.

Emmie, who was around 26 years old, was unremarkable by his standards. Yet, a striking red mole on her forehead made her enchanting, adding a unique charm to her otherwise bland features.

Back then, it was this mark that had first drawn his attention to her. He had asked for her

name.

His grip tightened. "Do you think having my child gives you the right to treat me this way? Huh?"

Emmie said stubbornly, "Give me back Mia."

Charles released her with a sneer. "You, come here!"

The bodyguards appeared, scaring Emmie so much that she retreated. "What are you going to do?"

Charles smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes caused by Emmie grabbing it. His tone was indifferent as he said, "Take her and clean her up. I can't stand the smell of fish when I dig in."

The bodyguards replied, "Yes, sir!"

They advance toward Emmie, dragging her away. Naturally, she couldn't win a fight against a few burly men. She could only shout, "Charles, you bastard! Let me go! You're a monster! Mia! Mia!"