Chapter 735
A dozen photos popped up on her phone.
Every single one showed Charlotte sitting across from Dr. David, the Vice President of the International Medical Alliance, sharing a meal.
Dr. David? Lydia stared at the screen, caught off guard for a split second. Then a slow, satisfied smile curled at her lips.
So that’s how Charlotte got a perfect score. She should have known. Of course Charlotte cheated. She’d cozied up to the Vice President.
Maybe she’d jumped the gun with the car accident plan. With these photos alone, she could destroy both Charlotte and Dr. David. Drag them both down in one blow.
This year’s International Medical Competition was about to explode with scandal.
…
Anthony stepped out of the hotel and slid behind the wheel. He hadn’t been on the road for long when he noticed four or five cars trailing him, slowly pushing him toward the edge of the city.
No surprise. Lottie’s people were always quick on the uptake. He’d purposely let his location slip, but he’d expected they’d at least wait until Lottie’s final was over.
He glanced in the rearview mirror, gripped the steering wheel, and a sly, dangerous grin played on his lips.
Then he floored the gas. The sports car roared, tires screeching as he took a wild turn, leaving the chasing cars eating his dust.
The Falcon Unit behind him fell silent.
This was downtown. Was he trying to get himself killed?
God didn’t care. He was reckless and impossible to catch. The Falcon Unit pushed their cars as hard as they could, but no matter what they did, they couldn’t close the gap.
They ended up exchanging frustrated looks.
The captain broke the silence, his expression icy. “We told Charlotte we’d give her the most unforgettable birthday gift of her life. If we let God get away, you might as well chop off your heads and mail them to her.”
That would be unforgettable, all right.
One of the guys rubbed his neck, looking spooked. “God’s out of his mind. He just swaggered into Solenia on his own and checked into a hotel like he owns the place.”
“Our intel says he’s really alone. As long as he’s in Solenia, he’s not getting away,” another team member said.
The captain checked his watch, lips pressed tight. “Double the manpower. Get satellite tracking on him. We’re catching God today, no matter what.”
They couldn’t waste this chance. It was the perfect opportunity to help NOrganization save face and to give Charlotte something she’d never forget.
The convention center was buzzing. Because the finals were being
broadcast worldwide, the organizers
had booked the biggest arena in
Solema one that could I
one that could hold over-ten
thousand people
Media outlets from all over the globe packed the press section, cameras pointed at the stage.
The audience was a sea of faces from every country, waving signs with their favorite contestants’ names.
Adonis watched the crowd through the surveillance feed, and his eyes practically sparkled.
“Charlotte actually has fans now.”
“That’s insane. No one else here has anything like that.”
Charlotte glanced up at the video feed. There, in the middle of the audience, one
section stood out. A thousand seats, completely empty of people.
But every single seat had a glowing
sign with her name on it. The red
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lights all switched on at the same time, flooding half the arena in warm, crimson glow.
Tickets for the finals weren’t cheap.
Even the most basic seats cost a few thousand.
The center section? At least ten grand a seat.
All those signs were right in the middle, a thousand seats or more.
Quick math told her someone had dropped millions just buying up those spots.
Charlotte frowned, her brows pulling together. Who on earth was her fan, and did they just have money burning a hole in their pocket?