Charlotte Thompson never imagined that when she saw Justin Battleson, he would say such words to her.
At that moment, Justin Battleson's shirt was a bit disheveled, and his suit jacket was draped over his shoulders. She didn't know what had happened to him, but his whole demeanor emanated a sense of fatigue.
Although there was only Justin Battleson in the room now, some unpleasant images slowly surfaced in Charlotte Thompson's mind.
Even the female voice that came through when the call connected had already left a clear imprint on her.
Perhaps realizing that the person who had entered the room hadn't left, Justin Battleson raised his head with some impatience.
"I told you..."
But Justin Battleson's words choked in his throat before he could finish.
The gradual clarity allowed Justin Battleson to finally see clearly who the person in front of him really was.
His pupils constricted, and he almost desperately stood up, quickly walking over to Charlotte Thompson.
"Charlotte?"
