After hanging up the phone, Charlotte stayed in a daze for a long time, holding her breath in frustration.
Licking her dry lips slightly, she felt the irritating urge to drink.
For the first time, she regretted not having alcohol at home to vent her frustration.
"I am going to a club for a drink. You guys don’t need to come with me," Charlotte waved to dismiss them.
How could she let bodyguards follow her drinking? She was going there to let off steam; having company would make her uncomfortable.
The two bodyguards exchanged a look, unsure. It sounded risky to let her go to a club alone.
As Charlotte walked out after saying this, Jack and Liam deliberated before deciding to follow her.
"Miss Thompson, let us accompany you there to prevent any accidents," they said, maintaining a professional tone.
If any danger were to befall her, they would also bear the responsibility for negligence.
Given Jason’s temperament, if anything happened to Charlotte, they, as brothers, would certainly pay the price.
Now, Charlotte was no longer the obscurity she used to be; she could be recognized on the street at any time.
After consideration, Charlotte gave in and waved at them to take her to the club.
The glitzy club was playing heavy metal music, where men and women intermingled, seeking pleasure.
The dim light added a filter to the emotions, and many love stories were fueled by alcohol,
Screams were all around, yet Charlotte remained unmoved, completely out of sync with the atmosphere.
Wearing high heels, Charlotte walked elegantly to the bar and handed the bartender a bill.
"A Long Island iced tea, please."
In the past, she wouldn’t have drunk this strong, intoxicating cocktail, even going as far as avoiding it.
Over the years, she was no longer that naive girl, and had toughened up, even with her alcohol tolerance.
The bartender took the money, skillfully poured all the base spirits into a shaker, added ice, and started shaking.
"Miss, your Long Island Iced Tea is ready."
In just a few minutes, the bartender pushed a Long Island iced tea in front of her, glancing at her curiously.
It was rare for a woman to order this drink in the bar by herself.
Don’t be fooled by the name ’tea’ in Long Island iced tea. It’s a high-proof cocktail, it uses five kinds of base spirits.
Cola was added to the drink, the cola taste that fills your mouth relaxes your vigilance.
Charlotte didn’t mind. She knew all this, picked up the glass, sipped the drink and did not chug it down.
True, she was here to drown her sorrows, but not to get drunk. So, she went easy on the drink.
Probably she didn’t realize how enticing her movements were.
A few drops of alcohol trickled down her neck, disappearing into her collarbone, which set many men’s eyes afire.
A woman brimming with charm appearing alone in the club, the men were itching to try their luck.
But her aloof and unapproachable expression gave them the feeling of being shut out.
An aura of ’keep away from me’ formed around Charlotte, so much that no one dared to strike up a conversation.
"Miss, drinking alone is lonely, how about we drink together..." A flirtatious voice rang out amid the music.
Turning around impatiently to get rid of the pest, Charlotte had no interest in a passing romance.
The men around her were disappointed, hesitating for a moment, and the attractive woman was taken by another.
Looking at Adam Ross, he seemed quite wealthy, most women wouldn’t refuse him.
Turning their attention back to hunting for others in the club, they found that no one was as stunning as Charlotte.