As the words fell, the man slightly paused, a hint of an indecipherable emotion flashing through his deep-set eyes.
Charlotte Thompson stopped her positioning of items and casually pushed the cardboard box away. Dusting off her hands, she straightened up and then silently looked at him.
Their gazes met, neither willing to back down.
Charlotte’s eyes were sharp as she firmly looked at Justin Battleson, her voice hoarse. "I’m telling you that my children are my life. If you intend to harm them, you’d be as well taking my life."
She had risked her life to birth the triplets, and when she adopted Jack and Chad Thompson, she was over the moon.
This was a gift from heaven, a signal that heaven was looking out for her.
Justin Battleson slightly bowed his head, the hand hanging by his side tightened infinitesimally. After a moment, he spoke with a blank face, but there was a glint of sorrow in his eyes.
"Charlotte Thompson, if you don’t want to risk your life, don’t deliberately oppose me." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fire.net
He paused lightly, gave a small chuckle, "I know the Thompson Family is unafraid to pay astronomical breach of contract fees, but the children hold great importance to Henry Thompson and even Mr. Thompson."
Lazily lifting his eyes, Justin started to walk slowly towards Charlotte.
His footsteps were light, yet each step seemed to pierce Charlotte’s heart.
Charlotte’s long eyelashes quivered faintly, casting a thin pleasing shadow. Her gaze as clear as water lifted, she looked at Justin, voice slightly strained.
"Justin Battleson, I am Miss Thompson. If you forcibly take the children away, the Thompson family will not let you off."
At her words, Justin raised an eyebrow casually, scoffed lightly, looking down at her he said, "Miss Thompson, you are indeed the daughter of the Thompson family, but didn’t you just deny your own identity on Weibo a few minutes ago?"
As his words fell, Charlotte opened her mouth in surprise, suddenly choked off and unable to utter a single word.
Not waiting for her to speak, he continued in a low voice, "Let the Thompson family come, do you think I’d be afraid even if they try to crush me?"
The Thompson family in Ashton is considered legendary, but after all, the Thompson family has some ties to the Royal Family, and the Ashton’s Royal Family happens to have a good relationship with the Riley Group.
If not, the crown princess’s necklace wouldn’t have been designed by Riley Group.
Charlotte let out a sigh of turbulent breath, her eyes deepened.
If both sides fought, it would be hard to determine a winner. It won’t be a good thing if it ended in mutual destruction.
Charlotte, slightly troubled, closed her eyes. Her breath was somewhat disordered.
Before she could react, the man stepped over to her in two strokes and forcefully pressed his hot lips onto hers.
Unlike the gentle affection at noon, this kiss was filled with an irresistible and even powerful atmosphere.
Charlotte’s eyes widened in surprise, staring at the handsome face in front of her, feeling the warmth of his lips. Subconsciously, she tried to struggle, raising her hand to slap him.
But the man didn’t give her a chance. His large hand forcefully held her shoulders, as if wanting to knead her into his bones and blood.
Charlotte whimpered in pain and bit down hard. Instantly, a bitter taste of blood spread through their mouths.
Yet the man did not react, stubbornly and domineeringly deepening the kiss...
Charlotte was forced to take it, her eyes seeming as if they would spew flames of anger.
Justin Battleson felt her resistance, a complex emotion hidden deep in his eyes.
He wanted her to stay, why couldn’t she understand that?