Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Marry Me
After a few seconds, Charlotte Thompson looked up at the man across from her, gently parting her red lips.
"Adam Ross, you’ve always sat back and enjoyed this farce. Why are you compelled to get involved only now?"
The real victor is one who has a clear grasp of the entire situation, effortlessly retreating after achieving their goal.
With no hint of concern, Adam shrugged, "Miss Thompson, you seem to have always been prejudiced against me. Going back to our discussion earlier, since both children were raised by you and I am their biological father, it seems only rational for us to embrace this decision."
"Marry me."
He extended his arms slightly, as if to embrace her, but hesitated.
With his back against the light, a perfectly placed shadow spread beneath his eyebrows due to the dim light, giving him an air of increasing mystery.
Charlotte crossed her arms and gazed at him with a cold stare. After a long while, she spoke slowly and decisively.
"Adam Ross, I can’t believe how similar you are to Justin Battleson in thinking you are inherently superior, with the same shamelessness."
At her words, Adam showed no annoyance. Standing there, a hint of amusement crossed his face, an amusement that comes from the anticipation of a sure victory, from the pleasure of watching prey struggle like a fool in the dark.
"Miss Thompson, you judge one-sidedly. Get to know me better before making your final judgment." He grinned and leaned in slightly, "Like, for instance, marry me."
Charlotte gave a slight smirk.
She clearly knew what Adam was after.
Leaning back slightly, her eyes, filled with cunning yet pure brilliance, narrowed into slits.
However, the next second, she swiftly raised her hand, delivering a resounding slap that echoed in the restroom.
Smiling at Adam’s rare look of astonishment, she said casually, "Mr. Ross, as an employee of Riley Group, I’ve heard you’re a friend of our boss. I’m going to take liberties now and wake you up on his behalf. The method might seem aggressive, but it’s effective, right?"
Charlotte tilted her head, revealing an innocent smile like a child, "I trust that Mr. Ross won’t hold this against me."
A few seconds later, she glanced at her wristwatch and exclaimed, "Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Ross. It’s late, I need to get back and get my beauty sleep."
She started to walk away before Adam could react, her high heels clacking on the restroom floor.
Only after the sound had faded completely did Adam snap back to reality. He raised his hand and touched his stinging cheek, a flash of depth in his eyes, a slow smile curving up the corners of his mouth.
He chuckled softly and murmured to himself, "No wonder Justin Battleson set his sights on her."
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The sky had completely darkened, with a few intermittently glowing stars dotting the night sky. The cool breeze brushed against Charlotte’s bare arms, but she didn’t feel the cold.
After a few minutes, a black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of her. Jack Bryant rolled down the window and said with a smile, "Miss Thompson, get in the car."
Charlotte nodded slightly, opened the passenger door, and got in.
As the car started, she leaned her head against the car door. With the window halfway down, she caught the captivating night view of the city outside.
In many parts of this city, their stories of love and hate, affection and resentment were still being played out.