Chapter 150: Chapter 150: You’ve Mistaken the Person
They quickly reached the floor, Justin Battleson had just left the elevator, peering at the two men and woman not far away.
Charlotte Thompson had just arrived too, Jack and Liam Bryant’s rooms were on this floor, after exchanging greetings, they went back to their respective suites.
Justin Battleson stepped around a corner and stood in the shadows, glancing at the room signs, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
This was the presidential suite of the hotel, only top-tier businesspeople could afford to stay here, all of them either rich or of high status.
More importantly, it was an industry under the Thompson’s name, without connections, even the wealthiest couldn’t enter.
Justin Battleson stroked his chin, a shadow forming in his eyes.
The identity of this woman was really interesting.
A door closed in the hallway, Jack and Liam Bryant had already entered their rooms.
Watching them go in, Charlotte Thompson finally took out her room card from her bag, her vision somewhat blurred under her sunglasses, she casually took off her sunglasses, intending to open the door with her other hand.
After seeing her face clearly, Justin Battleson’s pupils abruptly contracted in the shadows.
This face, he could never forget in his entire life.
Within an instant, his heart leapt to his throat, without any thought, he dashed out.
At the same time, the room door clicked open, Charlotte casually held the doorknob, intending to push in.
A force from the opposite direction suddenly came from her hand, and with a loud bang, the door was shut again.
Charlotte reflexively looked at her own hand holding the doorknob.
Another hand not belonging to her tightly covered her own, the back of the hand so fair it was almost translucent, revealing faint blue veins.
It was precisely this hand that had forcefully pulled the door back.
Charlotte subtly had a bad feeling, and before she could look up, a low hoarse voice came from behind her.
Two simple words struck her like lightning.
"Sophie Allen."
Sophie Allen.
Two words that had haunted her for nearly twenty years.
A hint of pain flashed in Charlotte’s eyes, she quickly concealed her unusual gaze, and turned around in feigned calm.
The man was taller than her by a head, she saw the collarbone vaguely visible underneath his shirt.
This pose was like a wall slam.
Charlotte pulled her hand free with a swift motion, she stepped back twice, frowning deeply.
"Sir, what do you mean by this?"
Upon hearing these words, Justin Battleson paused, somewhat not understanding what "sir" meant.
"Sophie Allen, I am Justin Battleson."
"Sophie Allen?" Charlotte sloped an eyebrow and tightened her own coat, "I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else. My name is Charlotte Thompson, I don’t know any Sophie Allen."
Justin Battleson’s voice held an indescribable incredulity.
"You clearly are her, you look exactly like her, I couldn’t have mistaken you."
Although the slightly agitated words were a bit shocking to Charlotte, she laughed coldly, her voice extremely cold, "Like I said, you’ve got the wrong person."
She turned around: "It’s already late at night and you are standing in front of my door, it’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?"
As her words fell, Justin Battleson swiftly grabbed her arm, frowning slightly, "Why won’t you admit it?"
She had left without a word years ago, he had searched for a long time, only to come to the conclusion that she had committed suicide.
Now that he had finally seen her again, she wouldn’t even admit her own identity.
He couldn’t understand.
Charlotte impatiently turned back, she shook off the man’s hand that was pinning hers, her voice was filled with disdain.
"You are all too presumptuous."