Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Turn Up the Volume
Charlotte lay on the bed for half an hour without the slightest hint of sleep. She kept her eyes open and stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a tangled mess.
This was a fitting reflection of her life. A complete mess.
She rolled over and sat up, scratching her slightly damp hair.
Reaching out to grab the phone on the bedside table, she turned it on, and went through the contacts, her movements slow and deliberate.
Her fingers rested on Henry Thompson’s number for a moment, then swiftly swiped away, going directly to Annie Anne’s number.
She clicked on it and dialed.
In the receiver, there was the sound of dialing, and about a few dozen seconds later, Annie Anne finally picked up the call.
Inside the other villa.
Annie Anne groped around under the pillow for a while before finding the constantly vibrating phone. Her sleepy eyes weren’t completely opened, yet she answered the call.
King Samuel rolled over and held her, inhaling the scent of her hair and whispered, "Who’s that?"
Only then did Annie Anne open her eyes to look, shaking her phone and nuzzling into the man’s embrace, whispering, "It’s Charlotte."
After responding, she lifted her voice slightly towards the receiver and said, "Hello, Charlotte."
More than ten seconds after the call was connected, Charlotte finally heard Annie Anne talking to her.
But she heard all of the conversation between Annie Anne and King Samuel clearly.
If Justin Battleson’s message was a bomb to her, then her call to Annie Anne was akin to a massively destructive atomic bomb.
Beyond just flaunting their relationship, why the heck was the man on the other end King Samuel??
Charlotte’s face instantly darkened. She clenched her phone, her tone cracking slightly, "Is King Samuel there with you?"
Annie Anne hummed, her voice stuffy from a blocked nose and asked confusedly, "What’s wrong?"
Charlotte almost choked on an expletive she couldn’t get out. Grinding her teeth, she spat out, "Annie Anne, put me on speaker."
Hearing this, Annie Anne was surprised, unsure what Charlotte was aiming at.
Feeling quite awkward, she glanced at the man beside her who seemed to be falling asleep again and whispered hesitantly.
"Charlotte, King Samuel is sleeping. This isn’t right."
"Sleeping?" Charlotte scoffed, her voice chilling, "After all the awful things he’s done, he can still sleep? Annie, put me on speaker. I’m not going to hurt him. I’ll just help him sleep better."
By her estimation, King Samuel’s "bunch of friends" must have kept him partying in the hotel all night long, and he had probably been lying down for less than an hour.
And that was exactly the effect she was after!
Hearing this, Annie Anne prepared to activate the speaker, but not without a reminder, "Okay, Charlotte. But keep it down. Don’t disturb his slumber."
Charlotte’s face darkened yet another degree.
Annie Anne was such an innocent girl to the extreme, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Annie had forgotten what King Samuel had done to her, Charlotte would have erupted in rage!
And King Samuel.
She had been far too easy on him when she encountered him yesterday. The thought was enough to make her blood boil.
A scumbag who didn’t even recognize his own mother now brazenly flaunted his relationship with Annie, the one person who knew the truth--all while she suffered from memory loss. And he was sure to put on a show of deep affection.
Charlotte was practically seeing stars, but she had to keep her cool because of Annie Anne’s presence. She couldn’t outright confront King Samuel and expose him.
Anyway, there was plenty of time, and she would personally recover the debt of grief Annie Anne had suffered and the broken family of Olivia Thompson.