In a lavish private room at a high-end club, Charlotte and Feyman were seated across from each other.
After Feyman shared his hope of getting Charlotte to bring Caroline along, Charlotte let out a scoff. "Mr. Ramsey, don't you know Eric is crazy? He's practically glued to Caroline 24/7. How on earth could we sneak her away from him?"
"There's really no solution? Being watched all the time, she must be fed up." Feyman mused, his fingers on his chin. He was a cunning old fox, always quick to gauge others' feelings, and he was sure Caroline was tired of the constant surveillance.
"There are rare exceptions. Just the other day, I saw Eric's right hand, Mia, come out with Caroline. But you know Mia is quite crafty, and she keeps a tight leash on Caroline as well."
"As long as it isn't Eric
