CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE – SELLOUTS

Charlotte walked down the street, her head held high, her heart filled with a fierce resolve. The von Beckers may have won this battle, but the war was far from over. And she would not rest until she had triumphed, until she had secured a future for herself and her loved ones, free from the shadows of their enemies. As she made her way back to the Preston mansion, Charlotte's mind was already racing with plans and strategies, with ways to turn the tables on the von Beckers and their allies. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, filled with twists and turns she could never anticipate Charlotte stepped into the Preston mansion, her mind still reeling from the devastating betrayal she had just experienced at the hands of Sienna. As she walked through the grand foyer, she could hear the sound of raised voices echoing from the living room, a cacophony of anger and accusation that grew louder with each passing moment. With a sense of trepidation, Charlotte made her way toward