"Really?"
Candice wore a half-laugh, half-cry expression. "But people say only the worst live the longest. The more evil they are, the longer they live."
Charlie glanced at her. "So, do you believe them or me?"
Candice replied, "I believe you."
She didn't dare say she believed the others anyway.
And honestly, there was something about his voice—it made people want to trust him.
Charlie slowed the car down a bit, looked at her again, the corner of his lips curling into a soft smile. His voice held a rare trace of gentleness. "That’s good."
Those three simple words somehow had a magical effect.
Candice felt a warmth spread across her chest, like she was a devout believer being acknowledged.
Worshipping her boss… that didn’t count as being possessed, right?
She looked out the window
