The more desperately Annie Anne struggled, the more excited Danny beca.
In fact, celebrities like Annie Anne with her pure looks weren’t really Danny’s type, but seeing her reaction now aroused his desires.
Danny had encountered many won throwing themselves at him before, so this ga of "playing hard to get" felt sowhat fresh.
At this mont, Annie Anne’s body trembled uncontrollably, and tears slid from the corners of her eyes into her temples.
Just when Annie Anne felt dizzy, there was a loud bang, and the body of Danny, who had been restraining her, shook violently before suddenly being thrown off.
"You disgusting bastard!"
Charlotte Thompson put down the chair in her hand, then kicked Danny between his legs, and instantly, Danny let out a wail, curling up on the ground like a shrimp.
The handso features that Danny once possessed were now twisted and frightening; he barely managed to see Charlotte Thompson in front of him, trembling as he pointed a finger at her.
"You... you dare hit ..."
Charlotte Thompson stood in front of Annie Anne, grabbing the bottles and jars from the table and throwing them at Danny.
"What do you an dare! Today, not only do I dare hit you, but I also dare to ensure you never enter the fashion circle again! Scum like you being a model is simply an insult to the profession!"
Charlotte hadn’t been this angry in a long ti, similarly, she felt a great fear in her heart; if she had taken longer on the phone, or if she hadn’t found the lounge imdiately...
Charlotte didn’t dare to imagine what might have happened next!
As Charlotte turned her head, she saw that behind her, Annie Anne was hugging her arms, with her head down, seemingly recalling so very unpleasant mories, her face turning ashen instantly.
"Annie."
Charlotte imdiately saw that Annie Anne’s current state was very bad.
It had taken Annie Anne a long ti with therapy to overco her psychological issues, but seeing her now, it seed she was about to revert back.
Charlotte initially wanted to reach out and hold Annie Anne in her arms, but Annie Anne, now agitated, began to resist.
"Don’t touch ! I beg you... don’t touch ..."
"It’s okay, Annie, look, it’s , I’m Charlotte. Look at , it’s okay now."
Charlotte tried to grab Annie Anne’s hand that was struggling wildly, but what she got in return was a scratch left on the back of her hand by Annie Anne.
But Charlotte couldn’t worry about that now; all she wanted to do was calm Annie Anne’s emotions.
The noise from the lounge seed to have spread out; Annie Anne’s assistant hurriedly walked in, and upon seeing the scene inside the room, his eyes widened in surprise.
Having been Annie Anne’s assistant for a long ti, he had always followed Charlotte’s instructions to watch Annie Anne’s emotional changes.
Now seeing this scene and Danny lying on the ground, the assistant instantly understood, and a flush of anger appeared on his once pale face.
Annie Anne bit her lip as if she couldn’t feel the pain, blood already seeping out, yet she had no intention of relaxing.
"Annie..."
Charlotte’s voice was full of urgency and concern, but at this mont, Annie Anne couldn’t hear any of it.
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