Charlette’s P.O.V. (continued)
Emanuel immediately moved me behind him, covering half my body, but I tilted my head to look at the man with amber eyes.
They were like typical white-collar executives. Shining black suit, paired with a white shirt, a dark blue plain tie, and formal shoes with white socks.
They all were of the same height and of the same build. The other two had black goggles on their eyes, but the amber eyes had his eyes locked on me.
“His eyes are very familiar to Mom. Don’t you think so?” I mumbled, asking Emanuel about his opinion.
“Don’t open your mouth until I say so.” He instructed me in whispers. I frowned but decided to hold back.
I might be intelligent, but dealing with these people needs more than intelligence, and I still lacked in that department.
“Mr. Jac
