The next day, the sun slowly rose.
The sunlight penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling window, directly striking Charlotte Thompson’s face.
The light was blinding; Charlotte was disturbed from her sleep, her discomfort apparent in her furrowed brow.
Fading back in from slumber after a little while, she half-squinted her eyes to adjust to the light. Sitting up supporting herself with her hands, she felt a splitting headache.
Charlotte turned her eyes around, surveying the familiar surroundings. Then she froze.
After a few seconds, it dawned on Charlotte that she was in the confines of her own ho.
And specifically in her bedroom.
Last night? Justin Battleson!
With a sudden jolt of realization, she instinctively checked her clothes.
Breathing a sigh of relief once she confird there were no signs of disturbance.
Thankfully Justin Battleson had behaved like a gentleman, and not taken advantage of the situation.
Yet, thinking back to that night five years ago when all three of her children were fathered by Justin Battleson, she sohow found it hard to associate him with the term "gentleman".
She hadn’t drunk this much alcohol in a long ti. Her original plan was to have just a few drinks, but she hadn’t foreseen how excessive the n’s drinking would be. That was careless.
Straining to recall the events of the previous day, the only fragnts in her mind were of Justin Battleson bringing her ho.
She vaguely rembered calling out "Justin", and then him kissing her forehead...
Good Lord! What a misunderstanding!
However, at this point, Charlotte wasn’t in a position to explain, nor did she feel like explaining to Justin Battleson.
Charlotte shook her uncooperative mind, struggling to get up and freshen up.
For now, it was best to calm herself down.
After freshening up, she felt a lot lighter and her chaotic mind beca sowhat clearer.
Yet, she still couldn’t rember what happened yesterday at the booth like what was said or what actions were perford.
It could be described as a complete blackout.
Her phone had run out of battery and turned off. Upon recharging and switching it on, innurable calls and ssages imdiately flooded in.
Her mind froze over once more. What on earth happened?
Was she being bombarded?
After a quick look over the ssages, Charlotte began to feel a headache coming on.
What are all these troubles? Do netizens have too much ti on their hands?
Too free to just seize her?
"Sorry, I just saw your ssage. What’s the situation now?" Without a second thought, Charlotte imdiately called Coco.
Such a huge thing had happened, and Charlotte had been unreachable all night, leaving Coco, the young assistant, on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
She had just graduated not too long ago and was picked straight from her first interview by Charlotte.
So, she was overjoyed for a long ti.
Charlotte had also taken her to attend a jewelry competition. Just starting her job, she had already witnessed a battle without any smoke of gunpowder—an eye-opening experience.
Now, watching the uproar online, she was so worried that she didn’t sleep all night, her eyes filled with bloodshot vessels.
Seeing Charlotte’s call was like grasping at straws, so she picked up in a hurry.
"Sister Charlotte! Everything’s turned upside down now. Why are you just returning my call? I’ve been going crazy!"
Charlotte didn’t quite know what to say, she tried to say sothing, but Coco interrupted.
"I couldn’t reach you and I couldn’t make any decisions on my own. I was on the verge of losing it."
Well... indeed, anyone in her situation would go mad.
Coco was on the verge of tears. Charlotte usually makes all the decisions on her own. Even if Coco was anxious and flustered, she couldn’t overstep her boundaries to deal with the situation.
She watched from the beginning as the situation took shape, and attempted to contact Charlotte consistently.
Initially, Charlotte wasn’t picking up, and then later the phone was switched off.
Coco, being inexperienced, had never encountered such a situation and thus was naturally anxious.
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