After all, fun is fun, but I still need my job.
Everyone started to quietly drink, glancing toward Justin from time to time with curiosity. The man had his back to them, and while his face was not visible, it was apparent that he was in conversation with someone.
Footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Harper strode in.
Seeing Justin’s back, his thin lips curved slightly.
He understood that this man preferred gentle persuasion to strong coercion.
He raised his eyes and spoke loudly to the crowd: "Everyone, after seeing Mr. Battleson you might feel a bit restrained, but it’s all okay. The Blue Tone Club on the opposite side has been booked as well. Please move there and feel free to have fun!"
Hearing this, everybody looked at each other once again.
They knew what the Red Dream Clubhouse and Blue Tone Club were, and to book both places at once.
What a broad gesture.
Actually, it was not really the case, as the Blue Tone Club was run by his people, mentioning booking it was a passing remark.
Harper smirked slightly and looked around as the crowd flocked out of the room. After the last person left, he turned to the now empty room, and curved his lips in satisfaction.
He left some room for the two of you to enjoy a private world. The rest is up to you.
Thinking of this, he laughed softly to himself and then strode out, pulling Adam by the arm.
Charlotte watched as the guests disappeared like flowing water, her pupils dilating slightly.
She raised her head to glare at Justin, her teeth gritted, "What on earth are you doing? Where have the people I invited gone to?"
Hearing this, Justin turned to look at her with slight confusion.
Apart from them, not a single person was left in the room.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to deny, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
He pulled it out, and it was a message from Harper with a straightforward OK symbol.
Understanding what was going on, he slightly raised his eyebrows, then the emotions in his eyes receded, and he put his phone back in his pocket.
He glanced at the woman on the sofa, her arms crossed over her chest, giving off a defensive aura.
She leaned back and snapped, "Mr. Battleson, I understand that my proposal doesn’t meet your expectations, but it’s after work hours now. There’s no need for you to monitor me here."
She sneered and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Feeling helpless, Justin rubbed his forehead and explained, "Charlotte, you know I lost my temper too."
After a slight pause, he continued, "Don’t let others interfere with us, okay?"
With a few simple words, Charlotte’s anger was miraculously gone.
She pursed her lips and looked back at Justin, caught in a moment of indecision.
Justin, a man of such high status, had never bowed his head to anyone.
She was about to reconcile and give him a way out.
But before she could speak, he added another sentence.
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Justin’s eyes flashed complex emotions and he continued, "And how do you know that Chad and Jack don’t want to go back?"
As his words hung in the air, Charlotte seemed to freeze instantly.
If Charlotte were dynamite, his words had ignited the fuse.
Her eyes widened after a few seconds and her face changed instantly. Her softening expression hardened once again.
If someone appears overly friendly for no obvious reason, they usually have ulterior motives.
Charlotte now fully understood what this meant.
Her fists clenched, she glared coldly at the man across from her, her voice deep with suspicion, "Justin Battleson, did you come here to reconcile?"
Hearing this, he paused for a moment and then frowned.
"Charlotte, you really should start considering it."