Chapter 87- Who is Cromwell to my Aunty?
Mark lounged on the couch in the living room, feeling content and relaxed. He watched as Madam Charlotte strode towards the door, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She turned back to him, a smile on her lips.

"I'll be back soon, Mark," she said, before disappearing through the doorway.

Mark smiled to himself and forced himself to stand up from the couch. He knew he couldn't waste this opportunity. Madam Charlotte had left her phone on the table in the middle of their room, and Mark knew he had to get his hands on it. He rushed over to the table, trying to look nonchalant as he did so.

He quickly scrolled up Madam Charlotte's call logs, searching for one particular number: Alexander Cromwell. He had heard Madam Charlotte mention his name before and was curious to know who he was and what he meant to her. Finally, he found the number and copied it to his phone.

Mark rushed back to the couch and tried to act casual, as if he had done nothing out of the ordinary. He knew he need
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