She wasn’t swayed by hate, but she was filled with rage.
Evelyn Curtis had set her up, tarnished her, and made her wake up from nightmares night after night.
And the person primarily responsible for this was enjoying wealth and glory under her identity.
Charlotte Thompson looked terrible, her pale face full of apparent hate, as if it were threatening to engulf her calm heart.
Her anger was growing hard to restrain and there was a noticeable chill in her eyes.
"I’ll help you." Justin Battleson walked up to Charlotte, his eyes filled with concern.
He bent down and extended his arm to embrace her shoulder, speaking in a low tone.
He noticed Charlotte’s sudden emotional change, which stirred up ripples in his heart, making him feel heartbroken.
"Mr. Battleson, this matter, I can handle it by myself," Charlotte turned down Justin’s offer coldly with a somber expression.
There was a coldness in her eyes, as if the man before her were a beast in a surging storm.
With a nonchalant curl of her lips, Charlotte spoke softly, her voice filled with aloofness.
"Charlotte," Justin Battleson spoke in a gentle tone, he lowered his head and after a long pause, when he looked up there was an added look of pity in his eyes.
"I know that probably the matter..." Justin Battleson halted, understanding the reasons for Charlotte’s previous aloofness.
Perhaps in her heart, he was also part of those who had hurt her.
"Mr. Battleson, it would be better for you to mind your own business. There’s no need for you to worry or think about my issues. I’m an adult and can take responsibility for myself."
She spoke coldly. How could Charlotte forgive Justin Battleson?
For him, it may only have been a night, but for her, it was a lifelong nightmare.
"You should know; it would be much easier if I help you." Justin Battleson gripped Charlotte’s wrist, his hot palm transmitting a remote coolness.
Charlotte grimaced, trying to shake off Justin Battleson’s hand, but he only held her more tightly, seemingly wanting to trap her.
The sudden strong masculine sll pervaded Charlotte’s sense, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
"Let go."
Charlotte tried to struggle free from Justin Battleson’s grip, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip beca, as if he wanted to blend her into his blood and bone.
This resulted in her unintentionally eting Justin’s deep, black eyes, which it seed were trying to probe into her heart, reminding her subconsciously of those fearful nights.
"Mr. Battleson, are you trying to help or trying to help Evelyn Curtis escape bla?"
Charlotte lifted her head, her eyes welling up with tears. She spoke coldly as if she were disgusted by Justin’s words.
"Escape bla?" Justin Battleson looked sowhat perplexed, seemingly unable to anticipate that Charlotte would think this way. He looked down at the girl in front of him with a somber gaze.
"Mr. Battleson, I don’t need your help. I can handle her myself. However, if you truly want to help, there is one suggestion."
Charlotte stared intently at the man in front of her, her voice was cold and her gaze indifference.
"What?" A thrill ran through Justin Battleson’s heart. If Charlotte accepted his help, maybe their relationship could progress.
"I don’t need Mr. Battleson’s help, but I do need you to keep this matter confidential. Please, you better pretend not to know anything."
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