Chapter 1003: Chapter 1003: Where Can’t I Compare to Charlotte Thompson?
"Yes," Florienna Ellis nodded.
Upon seeing this, Justin Battleson couldn’t help but feel worried about Charlotte Thompson’s situation.
He knew that Charlotte’s biggest worry was probably about Grace Thompson’s health, and now others were explaining these things to him.
It was also his own fault, having had too many things to handle in the morning; he hadn’t even gone to see Charlotte.
Justin slightly lifted his wrist, thinking of going to see Charlotte later.
However, this gesture from Justin led Florienna to become presumptuous.
She thought Justin wanted to grab her hand; thus, Florienna quickly stretched out her own palm and pressed it against Justin’s wrist.
"Mr. Battleson..."
Florienna stepped closer, her voice soft and sweet. She intentionally bent her upper body forward, displaying her attractively scenic chest.
Florienna was very confident in herself, sure she could enchant Justin Battleson.
Such an action from Florienna was naturally beyond Justin’s expectations; he turned his head and found Florienna leaning with her upper body towards him.
Her entire being seemed to want to cling onto Justin.
She twisted her waist, and noticing Justin looking her way, she twisted even more spiritedly.
However, her supposed sexiness appeared to him like nothing more than a large insect.
"Mr. Battleson," Florienna, gripping Justin’s wrist, tried to press it towards her chest.
Just when Florienna thought she was about to succeed, Justin’s expression turned frighteningly cold.
He flipped his wrist and twisted her entire arm aside.
This caused Florienna such pain that she couldn’t help but cry out; her body had to turn with her arm, and nearly tripped over her high heels.
Now, aside from disgust, Justin couldn’t feel anything else.
"Mr. Battleson, you’re hurting me," Florienna couldn’t help but cry out, tears already forcing their way out of the corners of her eyes.
Hearing her feigned delicate voice only increased Justin’s revulsion. He released Florienna’s arm without hesitating and raised his hand, directly seizing her by the neck.
At that moment, Justin finally remembered who this woman before him was.
The Florienna Ellis that Charlotte had mentioned.
If it wasn’t for the need to uncover the worms behind her company, why would Justin have kept her till now?
Justin didn’t release his grip at all, causing Florienna to thrash like a fish out of water.
Her facial color turned deep red, veins on her forehead bulging, nails digging into Justin’s arm, trying to make him let go.
But when she lowered her head, she met Justin’s icy gaze.
Instantly, Florienna felt as if a scythe were hanging over her head.
Justin would really kill her.
This was what went through Florienna’s mind.
Thus, she struggled even more vigorously.
"Let me go... help... help," she managed to stammer out these few words through clenched teeth, the sensation of being choked making her eyes involuntarily roll back.
Seeing Florienna’s half-dead state, Justin simply threw her aside.
Like one reborn, Florienna kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath.
She covered the fresh finger marks on her neck, which looked quite frightening against her pale skin.
"Get out."
Justin pulled a tissue from nearby to wipe his hands, already very impatient with the strong scent of her perfume.
But now, Florienna only felt a burning pain in her throat, tears uncontrollably falling from her eyes.
Looking up at the stern-faced Justin Battleson, Florienna bit her teeth hard.
She was all in.
She grabbed the hem of Justin’s trousers and raised her upper body.
"Why? Mr. Battleson? In what way am I inferior to Charlotte Thompson?"