Chapter 83. This Goddess

CHARLOTTE

He can’t be serious about that… right?

But he wasn’t done yet.

“And I’m the one who sent you the bodyguards, the cars, the private jet, and the beach kit.”

My eyes doubled in size.

I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh, tell me it was a joke—something.

He didn’t.

I just blinked, my mouth suddenly dry.

He’s the rich, anonymous fan who was supposed to be a woman?

Wait—why didn’t I think of him at first?

Now it all makes sense.

But why?

Why would he go that far for me? Those were expensive, very expensive.

“Why?” I muttered.

“Why?” he echoed, then swallowed. “I wanted to surprise you and also…”

His eyes flicked away, then back to mine.

“To keep track of your movements. The necklace you wore yesterday had a tracer too. That’s how I was able to find you at the bar.”

I blinked.

Once. Twice.

The room tilted just a little.

Was he… serious?

“You… tracked