I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1192: Yep, you’re her cousin.

"Be the next head of the Oxley Family. Do it, or just die along with your mother and the rest of the people who will bother me about this matter again."

Charlotte held her breath as she assessed Hera’s visage. "You’re not joking."

"Do I look like someone who will bullshit about this?"

No.

"But — how — I’m young I don’t know — I haven’t read — I feel dizzy —"

"Hey." Hera snapped her fingers in front of Charlotte to stop her from panicking. "Look at me."

Charlotte’s breath hitched, eyes shaky as she held the pair of eyes mirroring hers.

"Can you do it?" Hera asked, and she immediately shook her head.

"I can’t!" exclaimed Charlotte. "How can I be the head of the Oxley Family? Do you know how big of a responsibility that was? Also, it’s not as easy as that. The Four Families will not be supporting this! They won’t allow —"

"So, you’ll just die?" Hera arched a brow, shutting up Charlotte instantly. "If you can’t do it, then just die."

Without batting an eye, Hera pulled up the pistol on her side. She cocked it and placed it right in front of Charlotte’s dome. Charlotte froze on the spot, forgetting to breathe for as long as she could remember.

"I’ll do it," Charlotte blurted out on instinct, knowing Hera was so close to pulling the trigger. She knew her cousin wasn’t joking about her offer, nor she was joking about shooting her right here and now.

"See?" Hera rocked her head in satisfaction. "It’s easy to choose."

She then retrieved her gun from Charlotte’s head, disassembling it effortlessly, as if this course of action was as natural for her as breathing. Hera cast her a sidelong glance while the latter hadn’t recovered from her shock.

"Ram, what’s our ETA?" Hera asked, snapping her eyes at the front row.

"Ten minutes. Tiger and Joker are already there."

Hera nodded in understanding. "Heard anything from Wolf?"

"They’re already on the move."

"And Elliot?"

"I haven’t heard directly from him, but the person you sent over there sent a word." Ram glanced over his shoulder. "It’s a long shot, Hera, but it’s worth the try."

"I won’t propose it if I don’t think it’s not." Hera smiled at him warmly. "Don’t worry about me. In case it fails and I die, I know for sure I won’t be alone. We’ll all be dead together! It’ll be the more the merrier scenario then."

A helpless sigh escaped Ram, shaking his head. Yet the corner of his lips was curled up into a short smile. Hera smirked as she leaned back, glancing at Charlotte again. Her face crumpled because Charlotte was still looking at her vacantly.

"Ram, when I leave this girl in your care, make sure to rewire her brain," she said indifferently. "She won’t last long if all she relies on is luck."

Charlotte blinked and smiled subtly. "Thank you."

"Don’t thank her," said Ram. "What she’s saying is I brainwash you."

The curl on Charlotte’s lips went upside down. Her eyes appeared round as if she had suddenly lost all hope.

"Tsk," Hera clicked her tongue, looking away at this young lady who had survived until now thanks to luck. Even right now, Charlotte was lucky, and Hera couldn’t deny that.

Looking back, Hera was a little in awe. Of all the people Charlotte would bump into, she met with Axel. From there, somehow, Charlotte was able to achieve her initial goal even though she didn’t have any concrete plan on how to meet Hera.

Anyone who tried to meet Hera — even those who wanted to catch her — wouldn’t even catch sight of her shadow. But this girl somehow made it. Even though it was mainly because she’s an Oxley.

’I’m still a little impressed...’ came across a thought. ’This girl... she’s not bad for a cousin.’

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Ten minutes had passed and just as Ram said, they arrived at their meeting place. As their car pulled over, Hera jumped outside.

"Uh, wait!" Charlotte stuttered, panicking as everyone in the car was leaving and no one offered her help. "How do I—"

Charlotte teared up a little as she tried to reach for the door handle. Up until now, she was still bound. She glanced at the windshield, catching Hera talking to some people in front of the chopper.

"Are they going to leave me here?" She wondered, panicking as she tried to reach for the knob.

Her impression of Hera was complicated. But what she was certain was that Hera would leave her behind if she wouldn’t help herself.

While Charlotte was beating the time, Tiger furrowed his brows as Hera casually discussed matters with her.

"Didn’t you pick up someone?" He asked. "I don’t see the infamous cousin of yours."

Hera looked around once and then shrugged. "Maybe she got away?"

"You left her in the car?"

"She’ll be fine." She waved dismissively. "Anyway, we..."

Hera trailed off as she watched Tiger march toward the car. Her brows rose but then shrugged nonchalantly. She instead approached Ram, who was checking the other vehicle around.

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"Why is this... so high?" Charlotte reached for the knob with great difficulty. She stretched her fingers until her fingertips were touching the knob. Moving closer, she straightened her knees a little until her head touched the ceiling.

Just a little more, she told herself. Just a little bit and —

"Kyah!" A loud shriek automatically escaped her as the door suddenly opened from the outside. With her position, Charlotte quickly lost her balance and fell straight out of the car. Fortunately, a broad, muscular arm caught her waist timely.

Her breath hitched as her heart skipped a beat for a second. Her eyes shook, gazing at the pair of droopy eyes mirroring her pale face. She gulped, studying his thick crinkled brows, his defined facial features, and the natural look on his face that was a strange mixture of nonchalance and intrigue.

"You’re her cousin?" Dismay slowly replaced the curiosity plastered on Tiger’s face. "You look like someone she picked up from the freezer." frёewebηovel.cѳm

"You can’t just pick up someone from the freezer. I’m not a frozen food."

Tiger blinked, staring at Charlotte emotionlessly. "Yep. You’re her cousin," he said and in one swift spin, he carried Charlotte with one arm on his side, carrying her like she was simply a pillow he could use for a pillow fight.