Chapter 616
Charlotte didn’t say a word.
Donald stayed quiet too.
They stared each other down, not even blinking. The air felt icy, so thick with tension it was hard to breathe.
Cotton, standing off to the side, could sense the sudden shift. He glanced up, first at Donald’s cold, sharp face, then over at Charlotte, who looked completely relaxed and a little cocky, almost bored. Cotton couldn’t help the surprise flickering in his eyes.
In The White Whale, Donald was practically a legend. Even the most seasoned members got nervous just being around him.
But Charlotte? She didn’t look bothered at all. If anything, she seemed to radiate her own kind of authority. Not only was she not scared, she looked like she might actually be challenging him. The energy between them was so intense, Cotton had to lick his dry lips, feeling more uneasy by the second as he watched Charlotte.
Donald’s expression shifted slightly, and Cotton rushed to break the silence. “L, she’s here.”
Donald nodded, his gaze locked on Charlotte. He noticed the “91” on her badge and narrowed his eyes. “You’re the winner of the kickboxing match?”
Except for her being a woman, Charlotte’s look and the way she fought reminded him of Reaver.
“Yeah,” Charlotte replied, hands in her pockets, chin tilted up just a bit. Her eyes were clear, distant, and she looked Donald over like he was just another guy in the room. “Do you need something?”
The last time they’d met was two years ago. Back then, The White Whale was unstoppable. They’d just taken down a major overseas drug ring. The data from that operation
was exactly wh Charlotte’s
research institute had been hunting for.
Since her work was top secret, she’d gone to The White Whale under a different name. But during their talks, L had figured out who she really was-Reaver.
The White Whale saw an opportunity and made a wild demand. Nearly a hundred million for the data, and on top of that, they wanted her to train their new recruits.
Charlotte’s institute was low on funds and short on time. She needed that data, so she had no choice but to agree.
“Number 91, watch your mouth and
your attitude, Cotton whispered, sweat beading on his forehead. He
knew Charlotte was tough and didn’t thought But he
care what anyone to go thi
never expected her to go this far
especially with Donald. There was even a hint of something dangerous in the way she looked at him.
Why did she seem so ready to fight?
Charlotte just smirked. “What’s wrong with the way I talk?” Her gaze, cool and sharp, settled on Donald’s face. “Am I supposed to be bowing and scraping? Kissing up to him like you do?”
Cotton, who was actually halfway bent over, flushed red, then turned pale. He wished he could just make her stop talking. Seriously, who did she think she was, standing up to L like this?
Donald’s eyes narrowed, but instead of getting mad, he actually looked impressed. There was a hint of
respect in his expression as he sai “You did well in the ring. Have you ever thought about joining The White Whale?”