Evelyn Curtis repeatedly sared her reputation, but she didn’t get angry.
Instead, she found it kind of funny, and a wicked idea spontaneously occurred to her. As a result, she casually said in a frosty voice...
"Mr. Battleson, can I help you with anything?"
Hearing Charlotte Thompson’s voice, a wave of surprise washed over Justin Battleson.
He lifted his head to look at Charlotte, not missing the fleeting smug smile that played across her face.
On the other end of the phone, Evelyn Curtis reacted as if she were a live grenade with the pin pulled out.
A wave of annoyance spread over her as she t Justin’s indifference.
Now hearing Charlotte’s voice, Curtis’s voice beca higher pitched, and her tone grew even more aggressive.
"Justin, you can’t treat like this. How can you be with Charlotte, are you two together now?"
"Justin, how could you do this to , you told before, that you would let stay by your side, I am your girlfriend, what does Charlotte count as?"
"She is nothing but a mistress! Why does everything change when Charlotte appears? Did she seduce you? Are you two in a hotel?"
Faced with Evelyn Curtis’s accusations, Justin Battleson’s face turned icy cold.
He tightened his jaw and said coldly, "Evelyn Curtis, I’m telling you for the last ti, I have absolutely nothing to do with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Justin Battleson unequivocally hung up the phone.
Evelyn Curtis had really crossed the line.
He had never said what she claid he did.
He looked up and noticed a look of displeasure on Charlotte’s face.
Had she misunderstood?
"Don’t misunderstand."
"Misunderstand?" Charlotte lifted the corners of her mouth, her expression becoming even more indifferent, and she gave Justin Battleson a cold glance.
"Did Mr. Battleson call over here just to let hear about you and your girlfriend’s ended love affair, and the intrusion of as the third party?"
Justin Battleson frowned slightly, clearly thinking that her interpretation was incorrect.
She really took Evelyn Curtis’s words for granted.
But Charlotte did not want to argue with him any longer and turned to leave the office.
Justin Battleson imdiately stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
Justin Battleson used a lot of strength, as if he were afraid that Charlotte would misunderstand him if she didn’t hear his explanation.
Red marks instantly appeared on Charlotte’s delicate white wrist.
"Let go." Anger spread over Charlotte’s pretty face.
She tried to shake off Justin Battleson’s hand, but he gripped her tighter and even pulled her into his arms.
With the sweet fragrance of Charlotte’s rose water scent wafting into his nostrils, Justin Battleson started to feel a bit more relaxed.
He lowered his head, and looked fixedly into Charlotte’s clear, bright eyes, his tone becoming even more firm.
"My relationship with Evelyn Curtis isn’t what you think."
"Ha..." Unable to break free from Justin Battleson’s hold, Charlotte chuckled coldly, her voice revealing a hint of chilliness.
Justin Battleson’s behavior was laughable to her.
What was their relationship?
Why should she listen to Justin Battleson’s explanation?
"Does Mr. Battleson think himself quite impressive, enjoying what’s in his bowl while eyeing what’s in the pot? I don’t want to know what your relationship with Evelyn Curtis is, and I have no desire to understand your explanation."
"Moreover, this baseless news has seriously affected my work."
"I don’t want to walk into the company, into your office, and have everyone look at as if I’m a mistress."
She put particular emphasis on the word "mistress".
Charlotte rembered the looks she got from people when she arrived at work today; it was incredibly uncomfortable.
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