Time had given the red wine a slight thickness, further emphasizing its exceptional quality.
"Hey, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Won’t everything be clarified when Big Brother returns?"
Thinking about the past, Harper Gibson’s eyes dimmed slightly.
He didn’t want to dwell on it any longer. Ultimately, he felt that Annie Anne’s situation was truly dismal.
No matter how you looked at it, Annie was just a young girl at the time. The ordeal she was put through was pitiful.
"Yeah, let’s drink. When Big Brother returns, he will scold us again."
Adam Ross poured more of the red wine he had opened into his glass, threw his head back, gulped, and then said after a while, "But all of this began because of Annie’s father. A daughter paying for her father’s debts—it’s not unreasonable."
The night had deepened and it was eerily silent.
But Charlotte Thompson was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.
She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling’s ornate carving, which gave off a faint, eerie glow in the dark.
In her head, she replayed the words Justin Battleson had said to her that day. Each word was profound and impactful, like pebbles gently thrown into a still pond, creating ripples in her heart.
Charlotte muttered the name under her breath.
She couldn’t quite figure out her feelings, but her restless tossing and turning in bed was unlike her.
Maybe... Charlotte looked at the flickering light from her phone.
She flipped it around with her slender finger, her lips pursed slightly. A glint of mischief flashed in her dazzling eyes.
At that moment, the Hillwood Apartment was all lit up.
Evelyn Curtis stared at the trending topic on social media that had continued to gain traction, her chest heaving with anger. She tightened her grip on the stem glass in her hand, her red lips firmly pressed together, sparkles flashed in her eyes.
"Evelyn, why don’t you rest? It is really late already."
Lucy, who stood beside, couldn’t help but gently suggest upon seeing a flushed and furious Evelyn.
She simultaneous tried to take the glass from Evelyn’s hand.
"Rest?" Evelyn Curtis hurled her phone to the ground, breaking it into pieces.
"I hired you to solve my problems. And look, this topic has been trending for several days, and you’ve still yet to remove it."
Her words were laced with frustration.
She always maintained a gentle and caring image, but her words were now sharp and biting.
Fortunately, Lucy had already grown used to it.
"Didn’t Mr. Battleson promise to handle this...?"
Lucy cautiously responded, her head lowered, beads of sweat gleaming on her forehead, a wary look on her face.
"Handle it? Look at the trending topic. Can’t you manage anything on your own?"
Evelyn Curtis was irate. After the news broke, she called Justin Battleson numerous times.
She was on the verge of marching into their company, but he hadn’t responded at all.
Each time she thought about the woman’s name she had heard from Justin Battleson’s mouth, her anger intensified.
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Evelyn Curtis did not dare to dwell on it. All she could see was the crushing pressure of public opinion that was growing larger by the day. She was losing sleep over it, and dark circles were forming under her eyes.
"Evelyn, we have arranged for our public relations department to handle it. But it seems that ... it seems they were ready for us. We have hired a large number of trolls online, but we just can’t suppress it."