Moreover, just as you ntioned earlier, she even saw the wound on Annie Anne’s wrist.
Charlotte Thompson didn’t think for a mont that Riley Thompson would dare to deceive her about such a matter.
"I just feel that Miss Anne’s current state isn’t great, much like my cousin," Riley said as she pursed her lips.
Charlotte took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, she lifted her eyes and saw a familiar figure walking towards her.
She was instantly stunned.
Why is he here?
Riley, sitting opposite Charlotte, naturally noticed the change in Charlotte’s expression. She blinked inexplicably, and when she turned her head, she saw a tall man already standing beside her.
"What a coincidence, Miss Thompson, we et again."
Leon Battleson placed one hand on the dining table and turned his head to look at Charlotte in front of him. The previously cold face he had upon entering the room blood into a bright smile.
Then he turned around and said to the people standing not far away, "Sorry, I’ve t soone important today. As for the contract, I’ll have other company representatives handle it imdiately."
After speaking, Leon ignored whatever reactions those people might have and continued to look at Charlotte.
"Why are you here?"
Charlotte’s face showed so discomfort. She leaned back slightly, trying to maintain so distance from Leon.
Finally, she noticed that Riley had been staring at Leon, her expression sowhat subtle.
Charlotte’s gaze shifted slightly. She glanced at Leon and then turned her attention to Riley’s face.
"Miss Riley," Charlotte called Riley’s na, drawing her attention.
"So, you know this Mr. Battleson."
But in response to Charlotte’s inquiry, Riley quickly shook her head, "No, I don’t know him."
Riley’s voice was sowhat apprehensive, possibly due to eting a stranger.
But she didn’t notice the flicker of probing in Charlotte’s eyes.
"I saw you staring at Mr. Battleson and thought you two were acquaintances," Charlotte said slowly, placing her hand on the table.
"I don’t know him, I don’t know him. Is he a friend of Miss Thompson’s?" Riley shook her head and spoke awkwardly.
However, before Charlotte could respond, the next mont, Leon unexpectedly took hold of her hand resting on the table.
The sudden action startled Charlotte, and she instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but Leon did not give her the chance.
His hand was large enough to wrap around Charlotte’s entire hand, even clasping her wrist, making it impossible for her to break free.
"Let go of !" Charlotte said tensely, looking at Leon in front of her.
"You’re hurt," but Leon ignored Charlotte’s struggle, his gaze falling on the back of her hand as he spoke solemnly.
Hearing Leon’s words, Charlotte followed his gaze and realized he was referring to the scratches on the back of her hand.
They were left by Annie Anne.
However, that did not an Charlotte was willing to let Leon continue holding her hand.
"Mr. Battleson, please let go of !"
Charlotte looked at Leon in front of her, speaking each word clearly.
But Leon seed oblivious to Charlotte’s words.
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