"I haven’t been in touch with Oliver Hudson for a long time, but I did hear a bit about his situation."
Justin Battleson paused, glanced at Charlotte Thompson’s curious expression, and continued without stinginess: "He seems to have started a new company abroad. He has always disliked being constrained by his family. So, he left and entered an unfamiliar field to carve out his own world."
"I’ve always admired him, he is outstanding in business, his abilities are not less than mine."
When Justin mentioned Oliver Hudson, a smile spread across his lips and admiration filled his eyes.
It was as if someone had opened Justin’s floodgates of conversation, and he earnestly commented on Oliver’s professional life.
Charlotte had never seen Justin admit anyone else being superior to him. It was quite a rare sight.
However, upon thinking that the person he admired was Oliver Hudson, Charlotte couldn’t help feeling somewhat discontented.
What’s so great about this man? He drove his own woman mad, he can’t be considered a good man at all.
She remembered seeing Annie in the hospital, her pale face and her mentally deranged state akin to a frightened bird.
Those scenes flashed through Charlotte’s mind.
She felt sorry for Annie, and believed that Annie got a raw deal.
Seized by the thought, Charlotte subconsciously tightened her grip on the coffee cup, a flash of indignation crossing her face.
"Really? Mr. Battleson, you know Oliver Hudson so well, you must know what Oliver Hudson intends to do with Annie." Follow current novels on novel⁂fire.net
Charlotte’s thick eyelashes hung slightly low, her eyes narrowed, a seductive smile playing on her red lips. But her mockery of that man was evident, the words she spoke felt piercing.
"What’s he trying to do?" Justin said furrowing his handsome eyebrows, his dark eyes filled with confusion as he glanced at Charlotte.
"You should answer that. Aren’t you quite knowledgeable about Oliver Hudson? Are you in the dark?" Charlotte veered her hostility toward Oliver onto Justin.
"Understanding someone does not mean knowing their every thought. Miss Thompson, what exactly are you trying to say?" Feeling the animosity from Charlotte, Justin asked for clarification.
"I heard that Annie is a little niece adopted by Oliver. What would an uncle do to his niece? Oh, Mr. Battleson might not be able to guess, let me tell you."
Charlotte narrowed her attractive eyes, her gaze becoming a little unsteady, her thoughts drifting back to the time she spent with Annie.
Overseas in the snowy winter, surrounded by white hospital rooms, blond-haired and blue-eyed Ashton populace.
Only the two of them, Charlotte and Annie, were from Druarus.
And they shared something in common; both harbored secrets and carried unknown pains, waiting for their children to be born there.
Charlotte was better off, with someone from the Thompson Family visiting and caring for her every day, but Annie wasn’t so lucky.
She was absolutely alone, with no family or support.
Annie’s body was even weaker than Charlotte’s, often falling asleep while talking and not always being clear-headed.
Sometimes she would even babble nonsense.
Charlotte was afraid that Annie would never wake up, so whenever Annie was conscious, Charlotte would talk to her, giving her guidance.
During that time, they discussed various topics, from everything under the sun to their personal pasts.
Later, Charlotte found out that Annie actually had a younger uncle.
An uncle who seemed handsome, gentle and wealthy but drove Annie into desperation.