Chapter 133: Obstacles, Part Eight

{Charlotte} 

"Thank you, Roxy. I appreciate this." 

"No, no, it's fine," the woman standing before the journalist, a lady with curly black hair, plump lips, and kind eyes, said as she stepped aside, welcoming her into her home. "You can stay as long as you want." 

Charlotte's home had been burned down. 

It was only due to the Speed she'd recently gained that Charlotte had been able to make it out. 

But, most of what she owned had been destroyed. 

She managed to get a few things into her Inventory, just before she sprinted out of her house. Her laptop, her phone, her tv.

She couldn't get anything else there, though, before having to make the executive decision of prioritizing her life over her valuables. 

And now, she was here, at an ex's house, running away from the group that had just failed in their attempt to take her life.