Can't Handle the Game

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Charles narrowed his eyes, drawing closer to Anna's face, his gaze filled with a dangerous storm. His thin lips moved slightly as he whispered, "Too late." With that, he tightened his hold on Anna and began walking towards the staircase, completely ignoring her struggling. No matter how much she thrashed in his arms, it was futile. "Charles, put me down! Charles!" The more she fought against him, the tighter his grip became, rendering her completely immobile in his arms. The household staff stood frozen in shock at Charles’s sudden action, unsure if the two were fighting or simply engaging in some kind of twisted flirtation. They could only watch as Charles carried Anna upstairs without making any move to intervene. With a loud *bang*, Charles kicked open the door to the bedroom and ro

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