"If Mr. Battleson really wants to know sothing, or suspects of stealing the company’s trade secrets, why not send an attorney letter to the Thompson family instead of threatening here?"
Charlotte slowly walked to the bar cupboard with an air of curiosity and poured herself a glass of red wine.
The liquid appeared lively red and sweet. Charlotte took a slight sip, the wine’s rich flavor filled her mouth. Her enchantingly attractive eyes made Justin’s heart skip a beat.
"Do you want to send a ssage to the Thompsons?"
Justin spoke with a hushed deanor.
"I have no such intentions. You are better aware of the intricacies of these business matters, Mr. Battleson."
"Besides, if Mr. Battleson really wanted to deal with , why wait until now? As soon as I approached you pretending to be Charlotte Thompson, you would know who I really am."
Charlotte now realized, Justin had been investigating her all along.
this man’s underhanded deceit was unimaginable. He had being keeping up this act for so long.
Denying him an Oscar would be such a waste of his acting talent.
"I know who you are, but I don’t know why you approached ."
Justin’s tone was a mix of despair. Even though he had figured out Charlotte’s real identity.
But why would a woman, not interested in wealth or power, approach him? Could it be for love?
Justin suddenly lifted his head, catching Charlotte’s calculating eyes.
Her eyes were indeed beautiful, with a sprinkle of eyeshadow, making her look like an enchanting pixie.
"What? You don’t know why I approached Mr. Battleson?"
Charlotte’s srizing eyes under the warm light, her smile was heart-stirring.
"How would I know your intention?" Justin’s voice revealed a hint of annoyance.
"Huh." Charlotte chuckled lightly, she was tired of all this tireless roundabouts with this man.
She placed the wine glass heavily on the table, thus generating a "sliding" sound. The liquid spilled out, staining the white carpet. The red and white colors, the purest in the world, interwove, as if creating a giant net that ensnared them both.
"Why did you ask about the room 808 of the resort hotel in the first place?"
Charlotte thodically brought this issue up. It was her nightmare, sothing that she didn’t want to think about.
However, once she voiced it out, she realized her heart was lighter than she expected.
"808?"
Justin furrowed his eyebrows. A few fragnted mories flashed across his mind.
He looked at the woman in front of him and his words got stuck. He wanted to say sothing, but didn’t know how to tell.
"Yes, why did you ask that?"
Charlotte was inexplicably nervous. Her strong intuition told her that the man in front of her must know sothing.
Even if it’s a fragnt, for her, it might lead to the answer.
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
A thought flashed through Justin’s mind. Hesitating, he questioned her, a hint of suspicion echoing in his voice.
Charlotte silently looked at the man in front of her for a long ti before speaking.
"Mr. Battleson, if we discuss the order, I asked you this question first. So shouldn’t you first tell why you asked this question?"
The matter of that hotel room has always been an unresolved knot in Charlotte’s heart, that she could neither untie nor get around.
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