Chapter 221: Chapter 221: A Hundred Thousand Letters Begging for Charlotte Thompson to Publish a Book
Anyone discerning could sense the air of potential jealousy and competition between them, likened to a large melon placed in front of them that is too irresistible not to eat.
More accurately, refusing to dive into the juicy gossip is a sign of mental reserve!
However, Charlotte Thompson’s sudden connection with two guys stirred up the interest of most netizens.
contemporary Internet netizens absolutely cannot tolerate an suddenly emerging, controversial woman getting involved with their dream men.
"How can this provocative, sleazy woman create quality work? she must have climbed the social ladder using seduction only, right?"
No sooner had these words slipped out than keyboard warriors quickly affirmed it as more than an assumption.
Everyone knows Justin Battleson, and most women in Druarus fantasise of marrying him through the classic and powerful CEO trope.
As the youngest member of the ’Fourever Party’ and Justin are equally famous, Adam Ross also has a large fan following.
"Impressive, Charlotte hooked two golden catches. Charlotte should write a book and I would learn on my knees."
"Agreed with the above, I also want to learn these tactics, to secure my future!"
"Please write a book, Charlotte. I don’t want to strive anymore!"
The comments section was a mix of all sorts of opinions.
This scandal of Charlotte juggling two men shot to the top of the popularity charts, overshadowing mainstream celebrities.
This was a rare sight. Not even those who spent heavily to purchase popularity could achieve this.
Netizens’ evaluations of Charlotte were quite mixed, either showing profound admiration, or spewing particularly unpleasant insults.
After all, everyone has a mouth. They express what they think with a few keystrokes at the computer.
The online squabble almost caused the social media servers to crash.
But what about the parties involved?
Charlotte, Justin, and Adam were still awkwardly engaging in polite conversation at their table.
The mobile phones in the corner sneakily kept taking pictures. Amid the noisy nightclub, it seemed inconspicuous, and escaped everyone’s notice.
Because of this, those few people felt free to take photos and "update in real time".
Charlotte’s cheeks blushed after several cups of liquor. Just as she was about to drink another cup while feeling dizzy, a large hand stopped her.
A sound of ’snap’ as a hand slammed the cup on the table. Justin Battleson, whether through concern or irritation, said, "No more drinking, I’ll take you home". Although the voice wasn’t loud, it carried to Adam Ross’s ears.
Justin Battleson stood up, pulling Charlotte into his arms, not even sparing a glance at Adam Ross.
"Big brother, you didn’t use to dump your friends at the sight of beauty, did you..." Adam Ross feigned an injured tone.
But Justin Battleson simply retorted in a soft voice: "Shut up."
It worked.
Adam Ross held onto his authoritative posture, crossing his legs and watching Justin walk away with Charlotte, sipping his wine without a word.
Yes, only Sophie Allen could generate ripples in Justin Battleson’s heart.
Even though the woman before him was Charlotte Thompson, she wore a face just like Sophie Allen’s and he knew he could never escape from it in this lifetime.
Adam Ross watched Justin Battleson support Charlotte Thompson out the nightclub door, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Chuckling, he observed, "You seem to be the one catering to her, big brother. That really doesn’t feel right, huh?"
Naturally, he got no response.
The pair had left, and Adam Ross didn’t feel like staying alone in the club anymore. Irritably finished the drink in his glass.
With slightly knitted brows, the strong liquor blazed down his throat, causing slight discomfort. The surge of alcohol, however, made him utter an exclamation.