RISE OF THE DISCARDED SON-IN-LAW

ATTEMPT TO RUN

Alarick sat on his bed immediately after he had had his shower. He had told the chefs to give Charlotte some food as he would go back to the guest room to interrogate her later tonight.

He rubbed his head with the still damp towel on his shoulders and sighed. The day had been a long day. From getting Charlotte to chasing Avon and then the press release. He was tired.

Alarick's eyes slowly started to close. He opened them again, willing himself to stay awake. He had to interrogate Charlotte. There was no time. His eyes fluttered shut again. His brain and his body were fighting but it seemed that his body had won the war as Alarick drifted off to sleep.

The sound of his phone ringing brought Alarick out of his slumber. He rubbed his eyes and checked his phone that laid beside him on the bed from where he had thrown it earlier.

Alarick was annoyed that his sleep was cut even though he had something to do. He groggily got up from bed. Who the hell was calling him this early in the morn