After typing the last period, Charlotte Thompson attaches a picture to her post, one she had just taken when Henry Hudson wasn’t paying attention.
Clicking publish, she puts down her phone, picks an apple from the fruit plate, and peels it with a fruit knife.
The internet exploded once again.
The situation was reaching a climax, and Charlotte suddenly made a microblogging statement to clear the air.
She not only officially distanced herself from Justin Battleson but also publicly declared that she had a boyfriend. The turnaround in the situation was startlingly drastic.
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"Bombshell news, this is quite a twist! No matter how many TV dramas I’ve watched, I never would have guessed such a plot twist!"
"Seriously, when Charlotte appeared on the show in that red dress, she was stunningly beautiful. At that time, I started shipping her and Henry Hudson, never would have thought it would become real!"
"Am I the only one who noticed Charlotte’s subtle distancing from Justin Battleson in her post? He was still standing up for her in the morning, and by the afternoon, she was issuing a declaration that she had nothing to do with him... This operation is so baffling. My heart aches for Mr. Battleson."
"Poor Mr. Battleson, boo hoo..."
"I just saw the microblog. My jaw dropped a while ago."
Compared to the previous posts, the comment section of the text posted by Charlotte was relatively clean.
There weren’t many Evelyn Curtis fans blindly throwing shade, most of them were bystanders expressing their opinions and shocks.
On the other side, within the Riley Group, Mr. Battleson’s office.
The assistant glanced nervously at Justin Battleson, tentatively spoke up, "Mr. Battleson, Miss Thompson has released a microblog post revealing the truth about the incident that day. The public opinion storm about Evelyn Curtis has almost been overshadowed by the news about Miss Thompson and Henry Hudson..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the assistant suddenly shivered.
Though the sunlight outside was bright, why did he feel the office was chillingly cold?
He swallowed and looked at the man’s expression.
Justin Battleson was nonchalantly leaning back in his chair, gently moving the mouse.
Though he looked seemingly indifferent, his increasingly grim expression was hard to miss.
On his computer screen was Charlotte’s latest microblog post.
His eyes lingered on a few prominent sentences.
"I have had official dealings with Mr. Battleson from the Riley Group."
"I have a boyfriend in real life, and his name is Henry Hudson."
Mr. Battleson of the Riley Group...
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Justin’s mouth, a hint of loss in his eyes, a feeling he himself didn’t recognize.
So, she didn’t even want to say his name now?
She actually admitted that Henry Hudson was her boyfriend.
Justin gripped the mouse tightly, the veins in his hands popping.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm down.
However, a few seconds later, he abruptly rose from his chair.
The assistant jumped at his sudden movement.
Upon turning around, there was no sign of the man.
He glanced at the pile of files on the desk, the corner of his lips twitched.
The microblog’s popularity continued to soar.
Evelyn Curtis’s fans quickly located the hospital where Henry Hudson was based just by a photo.
When the location was maliciously disclosed, numerous journalists rushed to the hospital, almost blocking the entrance.
All the bodyguards the Thompson family had stationed at the hospital were called in to block the journalists outside.
At the forefront of the bodyguards stood a familiar figure.