Chapter 903: Chapter 903: It’s Actually You
Ryan Richard’s attention was now fully focused on Charlotte Thompson, and he was hardly listening to Zoe Anne anymore.
He couldn’t wait to pick up Charlotte and walk toward the bed.
Seeing Ryan’s disgusting face, Zoe Anne did not hide the disgust on her face.
Her gaze swept over his face, her lips coldly curled, and she immediately closed the door and left.
Carefully placing Charlotte on the bed, Ryan looked at her face and couldn’t help rubbing his hands together.
He stood up, his mouth curling into a sinister smile, "Charlotte, you still ended up in my hands, didn’t you?"
As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the room where a camera was set up, adjusted the lens, and aimed it at the unconscious Charlotte on the bed.
"What about being the daughter of the Thompson Family? In the end, you are still mine, aren’t you? Charlotte, I’m really looking forward to your reaction when you wake up."
While speaking, Ryan began to unbutton his shirt, then walked toward Charlotte.
Just as his hand was about to touch Charlotte’s collar, the previously "unconscious" Charlotte suddenly opened her eyes and smashed the phone she was pressing under her body directly at Ryan’s temple.
She then mercilessly kicked him in his most vulnerable spot.
Ryan fell to the ground, curling up in pain.
"I never expected it to be you."
Charlotte sat on the bed, her eyes filled with coldness.
From the moment Zoe handed her the champagne, Charlotte had sensed something was off.
Charlotte was no fool; she had seen through Zoe’s poor acting skills long ago.
However, Charlotte had always wanted to know what Zoe was up to.
It turned out that Ryan Richard was waiting for her.
"You! Why are you!"
Barely recovered from the pain, Ryan, with a look of astonishment, stared at Charlotte.
But now, Ryan didn’t have time to ponder why Charlotte hadn’t succumbed to the drugged sleep.
Now, with only the two of them in the room, Charlotte, no matter how capable, couldn’t possibly contend with an adult male.
Thinking this, Ryan stood up, his shirt completely unbuttoned, revealing his lean upper body: "It doesn’t matter if you’re awake, it actually makes it more fun."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ryan reached out to grab Charlotte’s arm, but the palm she had pressed against the bed suddenly retracted.
At that moment, the door was violently flung open.
"Get out! Who dares to ruin my..."
Ryan was startled by the sound, turning his head impatiently. However, before he could finish his sentence, a hand had already gripped his throat.
Justin Battleson’s gaze landed on Charlotte at the head of the bed, carefully inspecting her multiple times to ensure she was unharmed, before turning back to Ryan.
However, the look Justin gave Ryan was as if he were staring at a cold corpse.
His grip on Ryan’s throat did not ease but tightened, his long fingers taut.
Meanwhile, Ryan’s face had turned red, his fists clenched around Justin’s wrist, seemingly trying to break free, but it was futile.
His clenched teeth made a grinding sound, and the veins on his forehead bulged menacingly, as if they would burst the next second.
As Justin entered, the bodyguards had thoroughly searched the room and had taken down the camera sitting in the corner.
"Justin."
Charlotte stood up, walked over to Justin’s side, and gently placed her palm on his arm.
"I’m okay."