"Justin Battleson, you bastard, how dare you betray my sister!"
Jonathan Thompson looked at Justin Battleson with a furious expression.
After seeing the trending news online, he rushed to the hotel with the people sent by Henry Thompson. The mont he saw Justin Battleson, he made no effort to hide his inner rage.
"I said from the beginning, under no circumstances should I have agreed to you and Charlotte being together!"
As he spoke, Jonathan’s emotions grew more intense. He raised his fist, ready to punch Justin in the face, but this ti Justin dodged just in ti.
This move only made Jonathan angrier.
"You bastard! How dare you dodge! Let tell you, Justin Battleson, you’ll never see my sister again in this lifeti. Go spend it with those won of yours!"
Jonathan’s words left Justin confused, and he gradually sensed that sothing was amiss.
Just as Justin raised his eyes to look at Charlotte, Charlotte had already turned and left.
Justin naturally wanted to follow, but Jonathan blocked him just in ti.
"Stay away from my sister!"
Jonathan shot Justin a fierce glare, clenching his fist tightly, itching to land a few more punches on Justin’s face.
But compared to Justin, Jonathan was more concerned about Charlotte and quickly walked away, following her footsteps.
The stinging pain at the corner of his mouth made Justin furrow his brows, as he stood there motionless for a mont.
Just then, Annie Anne stepped in front of Justin, looking at him with a sowhat complex expression.
"Justin Battleson, what exactly happened between you and Riley Thompson?"
"What do you an by that?"
Justin, as if sensing sothing, added a hint of coldness to his voice, "Did sothing happen?"
So mories in his mind gradually cleared up, causing a flicker of complexity in Justin’s eyes.
"A paparazzi caught photos of you and Riley Thompson checking into a hotel room. Charlotte saw the news and hurried over. Justin, what happened before this?"
Annie Anne couldn’t hold back and voiced the doubt in her heart.
However, Justin didn’t answer Annie Anne’s question. He muttered a regretful "Damn it," then hurriedly left the room, leaving Annie Anne standing alone in place.
Annie Anne slowly lifted her hand, pressing her palm against her cheek, seemingly trying to cover the fear and guilt in her eyes.
"Could this... have been caused by ..."
She murmured with trembling lips, as if trapped in so sort of pain.
On the other side, as soon as Charlotte stepped out of the hotel, she was t by Henry Thompson, who rushed over from outside. At the sight of her elder brother, a sense of grievance overwheld her.
Charlotte walked straight up without saying anything, reaching out to embrace Henry.
"Charlotte..."
Though slightly taken aback by Charlotte’s actions, Henry naturally wrapped her in his arms.
When Henry looked up, he saw Jonathan rushing over with a furious expression, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but Henry raised his hand to stop him.
Glancing down at Charlotte, Henry gently replied:
"Mm, your brother’s here."
Charlotte took a deep breath, then choked up, "Big brother, let’s go ho."
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