The security guard ushered the girl out, and inside the supermarket, people cast strange glances.
Charlotte Thompson steadied herself, pretending not to notice, she squatted down to pick up the items. After packing them up, she turned around and handed a bag of fruit to the cashier.
The cashier looked at her with a sowhat prying gaze but did not forget her own job duty.
After glancing at the numbers on the computer, she handed the fruit to Charlotte with an indifferent tone, "Fifty."
After Charlotte scanned the code with her phone, she picked up the fruit and quickly left the supermarket.
The resentnt in the girl’s face was still fresh in her mind.
Charlotte switched the bag of fruit to her other hand and pulled out her mobile phone from her bag.
As soon as she opened her phone to make a paynt earlier, it began to vibrate crazily, with notifs from Weibo news flooding the screen.
Not usually one to check Weibo much, she glanced at the ssages on the notification bar, paused her steps, and read one of the headlines with a slightly sinking gaze.
She couldn’t help but read it aloud.
"Unknown designer Charlotte Thompson plots behind the scenes, causing great harm to celebrity Evelyn Curtis."
Unknown designer, celebrity.
The two adjectives completely delineated the difference in their status. It was completely a world apart.
Charlotte squinted her eyes and clicked a few tis on the screen. Then she saw the loading page of the Weibo news.
Large chunks of text and a few accompanying images appeared.
The sun was a bit dazzling, and the mobile phone screen was reflected in the light, with the text almost invisible.
Charlotte, feeling sowhat annoyed, turned the brightness of her phone to the maximum, then lowered her head to read carefully.
Within a few minutes, she got the general idea.
It was nothing more than the scandal involving Evelyn that got exposed, and so fan must have found out that she was the one who supposedly sent Evelyn to jail.
Internet spectators, only interested in the drama, didn’t bother discerning the truth from the rumors and simply expressed their surprise at Charlotte’s appearance in the comnt section.
...
After arriving at the hospital, Charlotte washed the fruit and put it into a fruit tray.
Henry Hudson flexed his wrist and looked at her smiling slightly.
"Charlotte, why did you take so long?"
"I ran into sothing on the way." Charlotte responded with a smile.
Mirroring her man who had his blanket fall from his body, revealing the thick bandages on his lower abdon stained with dark blood, she paused, only slightly.
Then she picked up her mobile phone from the bedside table and casually took a picture of Henry’s injured stomach with the cara.
Seeing that she did not wish to elaborate, Henry remained silent, and continued to lower his head to read.
Charlotte pulled up a chair to sit down, clicked on her rarely visited Weibo, while her phone persisted in vibrating.
A string of private ssages were sent one after another, all filled with derogatory words.
She glanced at them casually and started to draft a Weibo post.
"Regarding the recent events, I deny all the false rumors circulating online. There’s no truth in the claim that I single-handedly sent Ms. Evelyn Curtis to jail using so hidden power. The reality is, Ms. Evelyn Curtis attempted an assassination. As for the motive, you all probably already know. I work at the Riley Group, and have had business interactions with Mr. Battleson of the Riley Group which led to a misunderstanding by his girlfriend, Ms. Evelyn Curtis, resulting in her drastic actions."
Charlotte’s typing fingers paused montarily, she took a deep breath, and continued to edit: "Furthermore, I do have a boyfriend in real life, as most of you probably know, his na is Henry Hudson. If he hadn’t taken the knife hit for that day, I probably wouldn’t be here calmly writing this post. He was injured in the lower abdon because he saved . Here’s a picture as proof. I hope everyone is aware."
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