She only needed to leverage Justin’s debt to her carefully and tactfully. One day, she was bound to legitimize the title of Mrs. Battleson.
"Charlotte, you think you can compete with ?"
In the empty dressing room, Evelyn Curtis’s voice seed eerily strange.
The Stinfield Apartnt was the apartnt given to her by Justin Battleson at the ti, and the most valuable property to her na.
Evelyn Curtis deliberately instructed the housekeeper to prepare so of Justin’s favourite dishes; then she went to the beauty parlour to freshen up her appearance for him.
She put on light makeup, accentuating her clear, pretty face. Then she squeezed herself into the latest high-end dress of the season and sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Justin.
Sure enough, just after eight, the door knocking sound rang out.
She ran over with excitent, deliberately stalling at the door to confirm her makeup was flawless. Then she shyly opened the door with a coquettish voice.
"Justin, why have you only just arrived?"
However, when she opened the door, it was not Justin Battleson who made Evelyn Curtis freeze in place, but the icy face of Michael Richard.
He looked coldly at Evelyn Curtis, who was pretending to falter, and slowly said, "Miss Curtis, Mr. Battleson asked to escort you downstairs. Please, co with ."
His businesslike and icy deanor made Evelyn Curtis frown.
Her voice suddenly beca cold, she sowhat impatiently asked, "Where’s Justin? Why didn’t he co up if he asked to wait for him in the apartnt?"
Michael Richard gave Evelyn Curtis a cold look, obviously not interested in answering her question.
"Miss Curtis, please co with ."
Although Evelyn Curtis was displeased, she couldn’t refuse since Michael Richard was after all Justin’s assistant.
She had originally planned to have Justin stay with her tonight to do sothing.
Now it seems, it was all for nothing.
"Alright."
Evelyn Curtis stepped out of the door and slamd it shut, as an outlet for her displeasure.
Michael Richard led Evelyn Curtis downstairs, and she finally saw a Maybach parked not far away.
Seeing its familiar license plate number, she walked towards the car with a smile, leaving Michael Richard behind.
She quickly reached the car, and saw Justin Battleson sitting inside with an indifferent expression through the slightly open window.
Evelyn Curtis couldn’t help but smile. She cleared her throat and softly called out.
"Justin, are you in there?"
Hearing the sound, Justin Battleson paused his docunt browsing.
He raised his eyes and looked out the window with a cold expression, then he responded curtly: "Co in."
Evelyn Curtis smugly opened the door and got in.
As soon as she saw Justin, Evelyn Curtis started to act coquettishly with a sad face: "Justin, why don’t you co see ? You have no idea how much I miss you."
As she spoke, she extended her hand around Justin’s waist, leaning coyly into his embrace.
Justin Battleson’s eyebrows knitted together and he was disgusted, so he pushed Evelyn Curtis’s hand away.
The air around him beca suddenly icy. His jawline tightened, and his eyes flashed with repulsion. He impatiently said: "Evelyn Curtis, I’ve made clear our relationship before."
At his words, Evelyn Curtis’s heart faltered.
Evelyn Curtis looked at Justin Battleson in disbelief, her eyes rapidly filling with tears.
With a choked voice, she whimpered: "Justin."
Justin Battleson put down the docunts in his hand and calmly looked at Evelyn Curtis.
Yet his eyes were filled with undisguised aversion: "The reason I ca today is to clarify the boundaries with you."
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