"You... let me go." Charlotte Thompson realizing it, quickly pushed away Justin Battleson’s hand, standing aside with a red face.
This Justin Battleson, seizing the opportunity to take advantage of her.
Justin Battleson’s eyes were deep, surrounding her like the dark night, then he began to speak.
"Charlotte, I’m warning you for the last time, stop hanging out with Adam Ross."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes and looked up at Justin Battleson, there were some things she had been keeping to herself for a long time.
For some reason, seeing Justin’s face made her want to vent everything out all at once.
"Justin Battleson, when will you be done, if you have so much free time, why don’t you go for a walk, can you stop bothering me?"
With that, she tried to push Justin Battleson away.
But the next second, what Justin Battleson said stopped her in her tracks.
"Charlotte, do you know that when you get angry and lose control, you look just like someone?" His voice was deep, pressing in on her like a fisherman waiting for the big fish to bite.
"What?" Charlotte frowned, looking up at the speculative gaze of Justin Battleson.
She had not yet responded to what he had said.
"No, I shouldn’t say ’like’. Maybe I should call you by another name, more accurately, your real name, Sophie Allen."
Justin’s voice was low and mellow, yet resounding.
As if a timed bomb went off on the carefully arranged field of Charlotte, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"You..." Charlotte’s voice was somewhat hoarse, never expecting Justin Battleson to reveal such information.
"You are Sophie Allen, so what is your real purpose in approaching me under the disguise of Charlotte Thompson?"
Justin Battleson didn’t give Charlotte a breath’s respite, he grabbed her arm.
He held her in his arms, staring straight into her eyes.
Her eyes were bright, sparkling as if there were tiny stars inside.
It was impossible not to get lost in them.
Justin’s pressing made Charlotte Thompson gasp for breath.
She had just wanted to provoke Justin Battleson with words to make him leave, but she did not expect him to say such things.
"What? Not saying anything? So you admit it?"
There was a complex look in Justin’s eyes, he had long noticed something strange about Charlotte.
And a strong intuition told him that this woman was definitely not as simple as she seemed.
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"What joke are you playing, who is Sophie Allen, I’ve said it before, I don’t know her, Mr. Battleson, if you continue being unreasonable , I might have to call for help."
Charlotte subconsciously looked elsewhere, her face showing a trace of discontent.
Justin looked at the woman in front of him with ease and found it somewhat amusing.
"Are you waiting for me to bring evidence to prove your false identity, and then admit your real identity, Miss Allen?"
Hearing the mockery in Justin’s tone, Charlotte bit her lip tightly.
Her red lips, bitten by white teeth, appeared charmingly attractive.
"I am Charlotte Thompson, and I will say it for the last time, Mr. Battleson, if you have some free time, go rest. If you continue to talk nonsense, I won’t hesitate to call the mental hospital."
Charlotte was somewhat embarrassed, looking straight at the man in front of her.
The handsome man’s face revealed a few more traces of investigation, his guess was indeed correct.
The heiress of Ashton BK, Charlotte Thompson, with a prominent background, was even more calm and self-controlled.