The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 621

Charles sat back down at his computer.

By now, he’d forced himself to calm down, but tension still thrummed beneath his skin.

He kept combing through the surveillance footage, determined to find out who had taken the little girl.

It didn’t take long before he spotted a Bentley.

The car had stopped right where the girl was standing, just as Eve turned away.

When the car pulled off, the girl vanished with it.

There was no way she’d just disappeared.

The only real explanation was that the Bentley had taken her.

Even though the camera didn’t catch the full license plate, the clues he had were more than enough for Korbin.

Without wasting a second, Charles sent everything he’d found to Korbin.

Half an hour later, his computer chimed—a new email.

All the Bentley owner’s details had come through.

Name. Family. Current address.

Seeing it was someone from the Rochette family, Charles’s brow creased in worry.

Right after the email, Korbin called. He didn’t ask any questions about why Charles was looking into this car; he just said simply, “I’m sending Q and a team to meet you at the villa.”

Charles’s own resources didn’t stretch this far, not in Country Y.

Going up against the Rochette family alone would be reckless.

Korbin was sending his best people to back Charles up—just in case.

“Thanks.”

Before Charles could even finish, Korbin had already hung up.

Charles was used to this—Korbin had always been this way.

Right now, all Charles wanted was to know the truth about the little girl.

He needed to know if she was his Charlie.

He grabbed his phone and headed out.

Before leaving the hotel, he stopped by Evelyn’s room.

He leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Eve, wait for me.”

If this girl was really Charlie, he’d do whatever it took to bring her back.

Evelyn, still under the sleeping meds, didn’t stir at all.

Charles left the hotel, leaving two female bodyguards behind to keep her safe.

He couldn’t relax, not in a foreign country, with her all alone.

—

An hour later, Charles’s car pulled up outside the Luna estate.

Q was already there, along with a team of twelve elite guards, all scattered and hidden around the grounds, waiting for Charles’s signal.

Charles stepped out and the driver went ahead to ring the bell at the iron gate.

Before long, a woman appeared on the other side.

She glanced at the driver, then at Charles, taking in his sharp, commanding presence. “May I help you?” she asked politely.

“This is Mr. Jenkins from the Capital Jenkins family. He has urgent business with Ms. Cipoletti. Would you please let her know?” the driver said.

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