Chapter 143: Chapter 143: How Could She Not Hate?
"Don’t you recognize her?" Liam Bryant scratched his head curiously, feeling something was off.
He turned and asked, "Miss, I heard that your return to the country this time is to participate in an international jewelry design competition, is that correct?"
As soon as he spoke, Jack Bryant nudged him with his elbow and scolded, "Don’t be so nosy."
Charlotte Thompson merely smiled indifferently: "Johnny, there’s nothing wrong with talking about this, it’s just a jewelry design competition."
Although she had turned her head, her gaze couldn’t help but drift back to Justin Battleson.
Across from her, the man, dressed in a black, well-fitted suit, displayed an air of aloofness-clearly signaling ’keep your distance’.
He looked impatiently at the reporters who kept closing in, his restless gaze drifting to the distance.
Unintentionally, it fell onto Charlotte Thompson.
He furrowed his brows.
This woman, she seemed familiar, yet also quite strange.
Charlotte happened to turn her head, meeting his gaze. Her heart trembled, then she noticed his confused gaze slowly moving away from her.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, after all these years away from, her makeup and overall image had drastically changed from before, and she was even wearing sunglasses, how could Justin possibly recognize her?
Reporters were still flooding towards them, and the magnified clamor from all around made the place very noisy.
However, the scene became chaotic once again.
Followed by two bodyguards, Evelyn Curtis walked slowly in from the door causing the reporters to instinctively part and make way for her.
She smirked, extremely pleased with the current scene.
That was right, Justin Battleson’s return to the country and her, Evelyn Curtis’s airport pickup were news she had pre-released to the reporters.
To her, the more buzz this event created online, the better.
She walked straight forward in her white stilettoes and stood in front of Justin Battleson, saying affectionately, "I’m late, Justin."
Justin barely gave her a glance, remaining silent.
The reporters began gossiping.
"Miss Curtis, could you tell us about your relationship? From the looks of it, you two must be quite close, right?"
The question was asked in a tone that was both joking and teasing, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Facing the constant flashes of the camera, Justin Battleson, who was already impatient, turned cold.
All the reporters’ questions were being answered by Evelyn Curtis, while he just stood there, silent and frowning, the exit blocked by reporters.
After Evelyn Curtis finished answering the reporters’ questions, she smiled and looked ahead. She affectionately held Justin’s arm, laughed off the reporters’ jokes indirectly confirming their rumor. Suddenly, she felt a chilling sensation, as if someone pierced her with a look of deadly hatred.
She felt a moment’s panic, her heart pounding against her chest, breaking out in a cold sweat.
How could this be ...
Keeping in mind the numerous cameras around, she straightened her back and tried to look unperturbed on her face, but her heart was already in turmoil.
With a smile on her face, Evelyn scanned the surroundings with her gaze, but didn’t notice any unusual expressions.
Meanwhile, Charlotte Thompson stood in the corner of the hall, her face hidden behind sunglasses. She looked towards Evelyn Curtis, surrounded by people, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.
Her left hand, hanging by her side, was clenched tight like a frenzy, her nails digging into her flesh causing sharp pain. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.
Evelyn Curtis...
She took a deep breath, staring intently at the smiling woman nearby.
This person had cast a life-long shadow on her, how could she not recognize her!
Aunt Watson’s death was orchestrated by Evelyn Curtis!
How could she not despise her!