Chapter 662

The men in black dragged Charlotte away, their grip unrelenting as they marched forward with purpose.

"Help me!" Charlotte's desperate cry trembled through the air, her voice laced with fear.

Victoria's fingers tightened around the armrests of her wheelchair.

"Let her go!" she commanded, her voice sharp with authority.

Then—something miraculous happened.

With a surge of determination, Victoria pushed herself up from the chair. Her legs, once thought useless, carried her forward in swift strides. She lunged toward the men, her hands outstretched to pull Charlotte free.

Charlotte's eyes widened in disbelief, shimmering with hope. "You're standing! You can walk!"

Victoria froze. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t even realized it. Her body had moved on its own. The healing was real. She was no longer bound by the wheelchair.

The men snarled, their faces twisting in anger. "You want trouble? Fine. You're coming with us too!"

They seized Victoria roughly, shoving both her and Charlotte into the waiting black van. The engine roared to life, tires screeching as the vehicle disappeared into the distance.

At that moment, Harrison burst through the airport doors, her heart pounding. "Charlotte? Charlotte, where are you?"

Her gaze landed on a maid collapsed on the floor—one of Victoria’s attendants. Without hesitation, Harrison dropped to her knees, swiftly performing emergency needle therapy.

The maid’s eyelids fluttered open.

"Mrs. Victoria!" Recognition flickered in her eyes. "Ms. Harrison? What—what are you doing here?"

Harrison’s voice was urgent. "I brought Charlotte to the airport, but someone took her!"

The maid struggled to speak. "I saw your daughter… just now."

"Where is she?" Harrison demanded.

"Mrs. Victoria took the medicine you gave her. She stood up this morning—she came to thank you. But when we arrived, two men in black were chasing Charlotte. They knocked me out… and now both Mrs. Victoria and Miss Charlotte are gone. Those men took them!"

Harrison’s blood ran cold.

Both Charlotte and Victoria—kidnapped.

Who were these people? Why target Charlotte?

The maid grasped Harrison’s wrist weakly. "You must call Mr. Nathaniel! He’s the only one who can bring them back safely!"

Call Nathaniel?

This was his city. His territory. If anyone could find them, it was him.

And if she didn’t act now, both Charlotte and Victoria could be lost forever.

Harrison pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the screen as she dialed Nathaniel’s number without hesitation.

At Falcon Enterprises headquarters, Nathaniel sat in his office, his expression dark as he reviewed documents. The air around him was heavy, a silent warning to anyone who dared disturb him.

Dominic stood nearby, tense. Ever since Nathaniel had returned from the restaurant with a bandaged forehead, his mood had been stormy. The entire company walked on eggshells, afraid to even breathe too loudly.

Nathaniel signed the last document with a sharp stroke of his pen before glancing up. "What time is it?"

"10:00 AM," Dominic answered carefully. "Ms. Harrison’s private plane was scheduled to depart at 9:30. By now, she and Miss Charlotte should be en route to Florentia."

Dominic knew exactly what weighed on Nathaniel’s mind. Harrison was leaving today—taking Charlotte with her.

That was why Nathaniel’s mood was darker than ever. He didn’t want her to go, but he had no right to stop her.

Nathaniel’s jaw tightened at the thought.

Then—his phone rang.

The sharp tone cut through the suffocating silence.