"You... let go." Charlotte Thompson realizing it, quickly pushed away Justin Battleson’s hand, standing aside with a red face.
This Justin Battleson, seizing the opportunity to take advantage of her.
Justin Battleson’s eyes were deep, surrounding her like the dark night, then he began to speak.
"Charlotte, I’m warning you for the last ti, stop hanging out with Adam Ross."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes and looked up at Justin Battleson, there were so things she had been keeping to herself for a long ti.
For so reason, seeing Justin’s face made her want to vent everything out all at once.
"Justin Battleson, when will you be done, if you have so much free ti, why don’t you go for a walk, can you stop bothering ?"
With that, she tried to push Justin Battleson away.
But the next second, what Justin Battleson said stopped her in her tracks.
"Charlotte, do you know that when you get angry and lose control, you look just like soone?" His voice was deep, pressing in on her like a fisherman waiting for the big fish to bite.
"What?" Charlotte frowned, looking up at the speculative gaze of Justin Battleson.
She had not yet responded to what he had said.
"No, I shouldn’t say ’like’. Maybe I should call you by another na, more accurately, your real na, Sophie Allen."
Justin’s voice was low and llow, yet resounding.
As if a tid bomb went off on the carefully arranged field of Charlotte, leaving her montarily speechless.
"You..." Charlotte’s voice was sowhat hoarse, never expecting Justin Battleson to reveal such information.
"You are Sophie Allen, so what is your real purpose in approaching under the disguise of Charlotte Thompson?"
Justin Battleson didn’t give Charlotte a breath’s respite, he grabbed her arm.
He held her in his arms, staring straight into her eyes.
Her eyes were bright, sparkling as if there were tiny stars inside.
It was impossible not to get lost in them.
Justin’s pressing made Charlotte Thompson gasp for breath.
She had just wanted to provoke Justin Battleson with words to make him leave, but she did not expect him to say such things.
"What? Not saying anything? So you admit it?"
There was a complex look in Justin’s eyes, he had long noticed sothing strange about Charlotte.
And a strong intuition told him that this woman was definitely not as simple as she seed.
Only when he saw the real background of Charlotte Thompson that Michael Richard had brought to him did this suspicion have more foundation.
"What joke are you playing, who is Sophie Allen, I’ve said it before, I don’t know her, Mr. Battleson, if you continue being unreasonable like this, I might have to call for help."
Charlotte subconsciously looked elsewhere, her face showing a trace of discontent.
Justin looked at the woman in front of him with ease and found it sowhat amusing.
"Are you waiting for to bring evidence to prove your false identity, and then admit your real identity, Miss Allen?"
Hearing the mockery in Justin’s tone, Charlotte bit her lip tightly.
Her red lips, bitten by white teeth, appeared charmingly attractive.
"I am Charlotte Thompson, and I will say it for the last ti, Mr. Battleson, if you have so free ti, go rest. If you continue to talk nonsense, I won’t hesitate to call the ntal hospital."
Charlotte was sowhat embarrassed, looking straight at the man in front of her.
The handso man’s face revealed a few more traces of investigation, his guess was indeed correct.
The heiress of Ashton BK, Charlotte Thompson, with a prominent background, was even more calm and self-controlled.
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