"I reek of alcohol; I definitely can’t go back to the Ross Family now, otherwise my old man would break my legs..."
Hearing Adam Ross’s words, Justin Battleson, who had been closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, stood up at this mont and walked towards the door.
"I really did drink a bit too much..."
Justin muttered softly, planning to go to the end of the corridor to find a place to get so air, hoping to sober up.
This ti Justin did indeed drink fiercely, but now, every ti he closed his eyes, all he could think of was the way Charlotte Thompson looked at him.
The light that flickered in her eyes seed to be slowly fading.
"You don’t believe ?"
Her words were so light they seed like a feather, which could disappear without a trace with just a little effort.
How could he not believe her.
Yet, he couldn’t find any information about the person who sent him those pictures.
Two photographs, both sent to him by an anonymous email.
The purpose was to extort a sum of money from him.
At first, Justin completely disbelieved that the photographs were real, but later he had Michael Richard investigate them and found that there were no traces of forgery at all.
In that instant, Justin admitted that he was indeed panicked.
But he was still willing to believe Charlotte, to believe that she wouldn’t et with Leon Battleson without any reason.
So Justin called Charlotte, but what greeted him in the end was the long tone of the line ringing unanswered.
Afterwards, he pinned all his hopes on Charlotte.
Hoping she could tell him everything, using her words to shatter all his suspicions.
But the truth told him that Charlotte truly deceived him.
In that instant, Justin felt as if every word, every letter Charlotte said to him was like a sharp knife, gouging out harsh wounds in his heart.
Justin has always been a person who is haunted by the fear of loss.
He fears that everything he has now will vanish in the blink of an eye.
He thought there were no secrets between them.
But in the end, he found out that Charlotte was still secretly investigating him.
But why?
Looking down at the tip of his shoe, the blurry double images in front of his eyes made Justin furrow his brows in displeasure.
Justin shook his head, but the image of Charlotte’s tear-streaked face erged in his mind.
In an instant, Justin felt his mind go blank.
"Charlotte..."
Justin’s elbow rested on the wall, he clenched his teeth, and in a trance, his expression beca clear again.
He had to see Charlotte, no matter what, he had to see his Charlotte at this ti.
Adam was right, if there were misunderstandings between them, wouldn’t it be fine once they talked it out?
Even if she still chose to deceive him in the end.
Then he would accept it willingly.
With this decision made, a determined look flashed in Justin’s eyes, and just as he was about to set off, a person hurried around the corner.
Justin reacted and wanted to dodge, but under the influence of alcohol, his body had beco sluggish, and he ended up colliding with the person in front of him.
Justin heard a grunt of pain from the person in front of him, then saw them fall to the ground.
However, at this mont, Justin had only one thought in his mind: to see Charlotte, so he had no intention of paying attention to the person on the ground.
The next second, a voice reached him, making Justin’s footsteps halt on the spot.
"Justin?"
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