Lucy hardly dared to continue speaking. Her tone was tinged with fear as she tentatively observed Evelyn Curtis’s emotions.
"Get out. If you can’t handle this news properly by tomorrow, don’t bother coming to me again," Evelyn said.
Evelyn Curtis angrily slammed her glass onto the table, the crimson liquid spilling all over it. The scene looked rather gruesome.
"Evelyn, you should rest for now. Don’t answer any unfamiliar calls, considering the paparazzi," Lucy suggested cautiously, looking at Evelyn with a forced smile.
Evelyn Curtis flung a pillow into Lucy’s face, growling, "Need you teach me that? Get out!"
As Evelyn Curtis watched Lucy, she could barely contain her anger, her fury continuing even after Lucy had left the room.
She suddenly called for Lucy, her red lips slightly parted. "Give me your phone. Put my SIM card into it." Evelyn said.
Evelyn Curtis had recently broken her phone in haste and had yet to hear back from the only person capable of helping her.
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However, she did silently make up some excuses for that man, even if they seemed implausible.
No matter what, she definitely had to get in touch with Justin Battleson.
At that very moment, in a hotel room, Charlotte Thompson, having spent a considerable sum, bought Evelyn Curtis’s private phone number from a private investigator.
The person who tied the bell must untie it.
If she wanted the answer to this problem and ease her suffering, she had to call that woman and ask her directly.
Charlotte Thompson made some mental preparations and then dialed Evelyn Curtis’s number.
For some reason, it took a long time for the call to be answered.
Charlotte Thompson didn’t find it surprising.
She had caught up on the recent trending news, so it was no surprise that Evelyn Curtis was caught in a public relations disaster.
Evelyn Curtis was somewhat startled when she received the call.
She spent a while looking at the call before finally deciding to answer it.
She thought that since she was still fuming, if it really was paparazzi trying to cause trouble, she wouldn’t mind putting them in their place.
"Evelyn Curtis?" The voice on the other end of the line was Charlotte Thompson’s.
The tranquility of the evening made her voice sound cold, startling Evelyn Curtis.
"Charlotte Thompson, how do you know my number?" Evelyn asked.
Charlotte Thompson laughed softly, "If I want something, naturally, I can get it."
Her words only added to Evelyn Curtis’s anger. She growled into the phone, her irritation clearly visible.
"What the hell do you want?" She asked.
"Not much, just that Justin Battleson paid me a visit a few days ago," Charlotte responded, adept at probing people’s thoughts.
She knew Evelyn Curtis was in a predicament due to the scandal. By slowly leading her on, Evelyn would likely lose her footing.
"What did you say?" As expected, Evelyn Curtis clenched the phone tightly out of anger, fixating her gaze in the distance with an evident loathing in her voice.
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked.
"Aren’t you always so fond of Justin Battleson? Now that you’re caught in your own scandal and can’t tell right from wrong, do you have no reaction knowing that your favorite man came to see me? If that’s the case, then I’ll go see him tomorrow. He even asked me if I wanted to attend a dance."