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Charlotte Thompson swiftly got out of bed and quickly dug out a small speaker from her suitcase.

It was a gift from her elder brother when she was pregnant in Ashton, specifically ant for playing prenatal music.

Unexpectedly, it had found its use now.

Charlotte connected the speaker to the hotel’s Wi-Fi, and quickly downloaded two songs from a music library.

After confirming that they could be played, she spoke to Annie Anne on the phone: "Annie, please hold on, I’m almost done."

Annie didn’t know what she was up to and waited patiently.

Charlotte took out her laptop and entered a series of codes, which led her into the control panel of Annie’s phone. Having learnt hacking for a while, locking a phone was a cinch for her.

Having locked Annie’s screen, Charlotte nodded in satisfaction, picked up the phone again, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

"Annie, promise , no matter what happens next, you won’t bla , okay?"

"Now, move your phone away from you... Oh yeah, you’re not sleepy now, right?"

Annie hmd in reply; she didn’t usually sleep much anyway.

After hearing Charlotte’s words, she obediently moved her phone away.

For so reason, she suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

Charlotte’s smile got bigger. She placed the mouthpiece of her mobile phone near the speaker and turned the speaker volu to its maximum.

Confirm, play.

The next second, the deafening sound of music echoed throughout the room. The room was soundproofed, so she had no worries about disturbing the children.

On the other hand, it was Oliver Hudson who had to bear with it.

"Good luck cos, I wish you good luck, good luck brings joy..."

The mont Annie moved the phone away, the amplified sound of music from the speaker increased a few tis almost simultaneously.

The haunting song "Good Luck Cos" echoed deafeningly in the room.

Annie was startled and jumped, her reflex was to hang up the phone.

However, it was at this exact mont, she found out to her dismay that her phone screen...

She couldn’t tap it at all!

The festive accompanint of "Good Luck Cos" played over and over again, waking up Oliver Hudson.

Looking at the phone playing the music, his face showed an indescribable expression.

Annie, pointing at the call screen, was almost in tears.

On the other side, Charlotte, trying to keep herself from bursting into laughter while listening to "Good Luck Cos" play over and over, felt like she was going to die from internal injuries.

She could just envision the completely exhausted Oliver Hudson, who was just entering sleep, being jolted awake by the beautiful sound of "Good Luck Cos" over and over again.

Then his face turning livid, looking as if he had eaten shit but could neither spit it out nor swallow it.

She leisurely scrolled the speaker screen and selected the song "Can’t Bear to Be Hurt".

It was another tornting cycle of play.

On the other hand, Annie, holding the phone, couldn’t control her smirking which turned into full-blown laughter.

Oliver Hudson, staring at the screen displaying "Charlotte", instantly understood everything.

Even though Charlotte Thompson had never t him, she’d been mocking him ever since she saw him last night.

His intuition told him that Charlotte must know sothing about the past.

The music played over and over again.

The bags under Oliver Hudson’s eyes deepened...

After an unknown duration, Charlotte finally turned off the music. She picked up the phone leisurely and said, "Oliver Hudson, I didn’t have a gift for you when we t yesterday, but these two songs are my present to you and Annie for being together. Do you like them?"

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