Long Live The Master

Chapter 219: One Should Not Deceive a Friend’s Wife

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: One Should Not Deceive a Friend’s Wife

Tugged on one side, yanked back with equal vigor on the other, Charlotte Thompson sways like seaweed in the wind, neither party willing to let go first, leaving her dizzy from the to and fro.

Quite unexpectedly, it was the first time in her life that she had been tugged back and forth like this by two men.

The main thing is that these two men are real catches, she wondered if this could be considered an honor for her.

But if this was seen through others’ eyes, it would be as if she got hit by a falling meteorite... incredibly fortunate.

"Adam, Charlotte isn’t Sophie Allen, even if she was, it has nothing to do with you anymore, I hope you understand this point," came a deep voice.

Turns out this young man was harboring a major counterattack, delivering a bombshell like that right off the bat.

The explosion left Charlotte dazed, deflated, too lazy to argue. She wanted to see how Justin Battleson would react.

"Adam Ross, do you know what you’re talking about?" Justin turned around, finally looking at him squarely.

His face still terribly grim, his piercing gaze fixed on Adam, displeased with his insolence.

The brothers otherwise had a good relationship, otherwise they wouldn’t have formed a group of four.

Only when enraged would Justin directly call Adam by his full name, and he sensed Justin’s patience was near its limit.

But Adam, ever the daredevil, wasn’t afraid of stepping on toes.

He lifted his head, opened his eyes, and locked gazes with Justin.

The tension between the two spread, causing passersby to avoid them, curious about what had happened.

After a standoff, Adam was still at a disadvantage in the end.

He pursed his lips, somewhat unwilling to just let go like that, and glared resentfully at Justin.

The older brother had always been cold like this, no wonder Sophie left him. Now he’s trying to mess with Charlotte.

And back then, wasn’t it the older brother who insisted on divorcing Sophie? But now he is all righteous.

Muttering under his breath, the music was loud enough to cover his words.

"Justin Battleson is my boss, I just signed a contract with Vanguard Jewelry, he might need to talk to me about something."

The tension was about to reach her, Charlotte, with a hand on her forehead, stepped in to mediate.

As she spoke, she curved her lips seductively, her movements a hint of unconventional charm.

Saying those unadorned words, a unique melody was perceived, perhaps this was Charlotte’s charm.

Justin’s heart started to beat erratically, agitated by her teasing, he didn’t ease his grip at all.

Seeing how Charlotte could keep her cool in face of their rivalry, Adam found her more and more interesting.

His grin broadened, and Adam regained his usual unruliness, releasing Charlotte’s hand with a raise of his eyebrows.

Seeing Adam let go of Charlotte, Justin’s face softened a bit. It wasn’t as stern as before, but he was still feeling irritated.

Instead of staying home and resting on a late night, a girl would come to a nightclub to have fun.

If he hadn’t happened to see her, would his brother have tried to put a hat on him?

Adam too should know better than to lay hands on someone who looked so similar, hasn’t he heard the saying bro code?

In Justin’s heart, Charlotte was Sophie, and therefore, his wife. Even a divorce couldn’t change that.

And no one is allowed to deny this fact.

His grip tightened further, completely forgetting that he was still holding onto Charlotte’s hand.

"Hiss." Charlotte sucked in breath due to the pain, slapping Justin’s hand off.

Rubbing her throbbing wrist, a ring of red had formed where she was held firmly. It stood out clearly against her fair skin.

Snapping back to reality, Justin’s pupils rapidly shrunk, a pained look in his eyes as he stared at her wrist, opening his mouth to say something, but quickly swallowed his words.

The two grown men had acted like children fighting over a toy. Charlotte was at a loss for words.

"Can’t we sit down and talk it out without the rough handling?"

Saying that, she put her hands on her hips and glared at them. It was clear that she was annoyed, her eyelashes trembling with the rage simmering within.

The two "toy snatchers" instantly extinguished their anger, looking at each other before coldly huffing and stopping their nonsense.

Seeing that they had finally cooled down, Charlotte let out a breath of relief. She didn’t want them to make a scene and get tossed out by security.

"Could you please find us a VIP booth?" She stopped a waiter, handing him her card.

The waiter was about to take it gleefully when suddenly two more cards appeared before him.