Charlotte Thompson chuckled coldly, who wouldn’t be able to paint rosy pictures?
But in reality, the person who truly inflicted great harm on Annie Anne was none other than Oliver Hudson.
"Anyone can talk big, but whether they can actually follow through, I’m afraid only they themselves know the truth."
Charlotte’s words were pointedly sarcastic towards Oliver Hudson.
Before Oliver Hudson could respond, Justin Battleson, who was standing beside him, could not hold back any longer.
Charlotte’s pinpoint attack and attitude towards Oliver Hudson was inconsistent with how a friend should act towards another friend’s boyfriend.
Justin Battleson glared at Charlotte with a grim expression. However, Charlotte seemed indifferent and continued to gaze at the wine in front of her.
Harper Gibson looked at Charlotte, who was not far away, with amusement.
Although he was a bystander to the affairs between Oliver Hudson and Annie Anne, he still knew a bit.
Even though he felt sorry for Annie Anne amidst their circle’s complex network of interests, he also cared for Oliver Hudson.
But as a bystander, he wasn’t in a position to say much.
However, the meaning behind Charlotte’s recent words was clear; she wanted to upset Oliver Hudson.
This girl, she’s really something.
"Did you discuss the engagement with your family?"
Adam Ross asked casually, breaking the silence.
Oliver Hudson didn’t respond. Instead, he held Annie Anne’s hand tightly.
He had made his decision and anything anyone else said was useless.
"Let’s eat, let’s eat. You can make your own decisions even though you called us here. It seems like you really wanted us all to enjoy some good food,"
Harper Gibson tried to defuse the situation Charlotte did not have the desire to continue, she raised her brow, a smile appearing through the haze of smoke as she looked towards Adam Ross.
Her smile instantly made Justin Battleson’s face look grim, with his eyes exuding an icy chill.
Charlotte winked at Annie Anne, signaling that she was going to the restroom, Annie responded with a smile.
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Unexpectedly, the moment she stood, Justin Battleson downed his drink and followed her out the door.
Adam Ross, watching their retreating figures, couldn’t help but smirk, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.
Charlotte, head down, was washing her hands. The clear water washed away the fatigue in her heart. The restroom lighting was somewhat dim but carried a warm feel.
She glanced at her wristwatch; it was getting late. If she’d known she was going to be chatting with Annie, she would’ve left early and not endured the discomfort of those faces.
The faint light reflected on Charlotte’s face, making her vision slightly blurry.
She looked in the mirror and touched up the faded lipstick at the corner of her mouth.
Perhaps it was the dim lighting that allowed her to notice a man standing at the door.
A man in the women’s restroom?
Charlotte squinted her eyes, trying to see more clearly.
But before she could utter a word, that man was already walking towards her.
Moving closer step by step, Charlotte felt a spark of unease.
She took a few steps back, but before she could say anything, she was trapped by Justin Battleson.
The sudden encroachment of a man’s presence left her paralyzed. Charlotte widened her eyes; her seductive red lips appeared incredibly attractive.
Justin Battleson lowered his head, his face revealing a sense of curiosity.
His captivating eyes underneath the long lashes emitted a hint of dangerous charm.
"Justin...Justin Battleson, what are you doing?"
Charlotte, looking impatient, swiftly waved her hand, trying to free herself from Justin Battleson’s hold.
But Justin Battleson held her even tighter, as if trying to meld her into himself.
"What am I doing? I would like to ask what you were trying to do at the dinner just now."
Justin Battleson’s voice was low, like the deep sound of a cello gradually echoing in Charlotte’s ears, making her slightly nervous.
In the dim light, the figure of Justin Battleson leaning over the large sink was magnified in Charlotte’s eyes.