They both gulped down a glass of booze after clinking them together. Their eyes met, showing similar defiance and unhidden ambitions.
No one noticed the glances coming from the neighboring table.
"Hey, look at those two men over there, they look familiar." one woman said, grabbing the hand of the woman standing next to her, her glance filled with meaning as she watched Adam Ross and Justin Battleson having a drink.
Hearing this, the standing woman slinked down into her seat and followed the other’s gaze. After a few seconds, a smirk formed on her heavily made-up face—a hint of intrigue playing on her lips.
She hooked her finger, picked up her phone.
The woman sitting next to her leaned in and asked, "What’s up?"
"A sensational piece of gossip." After a few clicks, she inspected the photos in her gallery and leisurely started typing, posting it online. She tossed her phone on the table and faced the other woman, letting out a seductive laugh, "What’s the world coming to? That’s love rivals getting along quite well. Smart move."
The other woman understood her intentions and let out a chuckle, taking out her phone to scroll through.
Back at the apartment, Charlotte Thompson had settled down for the night after the kids had fallen asleep, but she was restless. She grabbed her phone and unlocked it.
As soon as she did, she saw that her notification bar was overflowing with news from the trending section.
A nagging feeling crept into her mind, Charlotte raised an eyebrow and checked the trending news. This update is available on novel⁂fire.net
The top story was a long post with several accompanying photos.
Charlotte squinted and read the post; then, with a start, she sat up in bed.
"Ran into two handsome men at the bar today. If my guesses are correct, we all should know their relationships. Have to say, for being two fish in the BH pond able to live harmoniously and even drink together, BH’s fish breeding technique is really clever. Why not start an online course and let us all learn? Oh, and Evelyn Curtis, who is currently missing, probably doesn’t know her fiancé is being kept as a spare by someone."
There were a couple of smiling emojis at the end, each word dripping with irony, and a clear reference to Evelyn Curtis.
The number of comments had skyrocketed at an alarming speed.
"I can’t understand the habits of the rich, a woman playing with two men."
"I agree with the poster, if BH actually starts a course, I would pay big money to attend!"
"What a shame, two heartthrobs of the city being kept on the hook, huh?"
Netizens were astonished, they typed away at their keyboards expressing their shock.
Charlotte’s face darkened slightly; she clicked on the photo and immediately recognized the two men.
As she had expected, it was indeed Adam Ross and Justin Battleson.
Her heart skipped a beat. That ’BH’ in the post stood for her.
BH, short for Charlotte.
But more than that, what bothered Charlotte was that within an hour of leaving, Justin Battleson went to a bar to drink.
And also that Adam Ross was there too.
This happened when the two gentlemen got together.
Charlotte sucked in a breath, preventing the risk of a heart attack, she scrolled through the contacts and found Justin Battleson’s number.
What’s that saying again?
’You could be minding your own business, but trouble will still find you.’