"She has the ability; we can’t let her join another company and become a competitor." Justin Battleson uttered nonchalantly, parting his thin lips slightly.
However, the fact was that he always felt that Charlotte Thompson and Sophie Allen had some untold connections.
"Finish up and leave first, I still have matters to handle," Justin stated, his words clearly communicating an intention to dismiss.
He now only wanted to see Charlotte Thompson again to discern her identity.
There was no possibility of two people looking so similar in the world, he preferred to believe that Charlotte Thompson and Sophie Allen were the same person rather than it being a coincidence.
People’s appearances could change, especially Charlotte Thompson and Sophie Allen, their faces were almost mirror images of each other.
The day of the auction, Justin felt an uncanny familiarity as soon as he saw Charlotte Thompson.
Even though her demeanour had dramatically changed since the last time.
While signing the contract on stage earlier, he noticed all of Charlotte Thompson’s small movements.
Having observed for a while, he believed the person in front of him was perhaps Sophie Allen. This update is available on novel·fire·net
When this thought first struck him, there was a sudden jolt in Justin’s heart.
He couldn’t suppress his thoughts bubbling over.
On the stage, his hawk-like eyes could not tear away from her face.
However, until he was sure of Charlotte Thompson’s identity, he wouldn’t make any move, including questioning.
He endured until he stepped off the stage, barely managing to escape from the throng of journalists to the backstage dressing room, only to run into Evelyn Curtis.
Right now, he just wanted to understand the transition from Sophie Allen to Charlotte Thompson over these five years.
Yet, even when he hinted at dismissal, the person in front of him kept incessantly persisting.
"Come back home with me, I’m so tired," Evelyn Curtis didn’t want to miss any opportunity to be with him, she pleaded in a soft voice.
Evelyn Curtis’s face was filled with fatigue, making her look pitiful; it indeed seemed like she was exhausted.
What Justin didn’t know was that she had been sitting all this while without much movement.
Her tiredness stemmed from a complete outburst she had in the dressing room.
Justin remained silent, just casting a cold glance at Evelyn Curtis.
With just one look, Evelyn Curtis felt a wave of emptiness in her heart.
A sudden thought crossed her mind, was Justin going to look for Charlotte Thompson?
As soon as the thought emerged, Evelyn Curtis was panic-stricken.
She couldn’t stand by and watch this happen!
"Or, you go deal with your matters, and I’ll accompany you, and we can go back together later, okay?" Under worrying duress, Evelyn chose to back down.
Given Charlotte Thompson’s striking resemblance to Sophie Allen, it was unavoidable that Justin wouldn’t have thoughts about her.
She was more afraid that Charlotte Thompson would try to steal Justin from her.
Somehow, a woman’s sixth sense always seemed perfectly accurate.
An inexplicable panic arose in her heart; she inexplicably recognized Charlotte Thompson as her love rival.
So what if Ashton designer Joy was there?
Justin belonged to her, no one else could snatch him away.
Evelyn’s hand clenched tighter and tighter, completely forgetting that she was still holding on to Justin’s arm. Her eyes were radiating a terrifying fierceness.
Justin extracted his arm from her clutches silently, pulling Evelyn back to reality from her panicked state.
Lowering her gaze, she saw a few crescent moon-like imprints on Justin’s muscular arm.
Those were inadvertently left by her.
"Justin, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize earlier..." A hint of panic flashed through Evelyn’s eyes, she bit her lower lip and apologized regretfully, remorse etched on her face.
Her long, thick eyelashes were trembling constantly, reflecting their owner’s sense of panic.
Evelyn wanted to explain but didn’t know where to start.
Was she supposed to confess that she was worried Charlotte Thompson would steal him from her?
Evelyn wasn’t foolish enough to do that.
The two of them stood arguing in the corridor, attracting the attention of many passing by, with inquisitive eyes continuing to cast at them.