Chapter 1004: Chapter 1004: I Want to Be Your Woman
How could Florienna Ellis possibly be satisfied now?
In terms of looks and figure, she believed she was not inferior to Charlotte Thompson at all.
In Florienna’s eyes, Justin Battleson was exactly the type who would like her.
Florienna thought no man could resist the temptation of beauty.
All men are fickle.
Yet, Justin Battleson standing before her had shown no reaction just now.
Justin’s face was now clouded with a gloomy expression.
What kind of lunatic was this woman, and how could Michael Richard let her in?
"Mr. Battleson, I can give you whatever you want, I’ve always liked you, I want to be your woman," she said.
As Florienna spoke, her speech grew more manic; her face took on an obsessed hue, and the hand that was originally clutching Justin’s trouser leg started to inappropriately move upwards.
And her other hand had begun to pull at the straps of her own short dress.
Even such a tempting Florienna was now seen as garbage in Justin’s eyes.
To avoid nauseating himself, Justin averted his gaze. Just as he was about to kick Florienna away, the door to the office opened.
Charlotte Thompson walked in and saw this scene in the office.
Florienna Ellis, her clothes in disarray, was kneeling in front of Justin Battleson, her palm supporting his knee.
Charlotte didn’t know what had happened, but such a posture would inevitably lead to wild speculations.
Instantly, Charlotte’s face became gloomy, and without saying a word, she turned and left immediately.
Michael Richard, who had followed Charlotte, saw the scene in the office as the door opened and was instantly frozen in shock.
What was going on?
Justin felt as if the veins in his neck were about to burst.
He kicked Florienna Ellis away and got to his feet to follow Charlotte.
Why had he entangled with that madwoman for so long? He could have had Michael Richard drag her out right away!
"Mr. Battleson!"
Florienna was kicked so hard in the chest by Justin that she nearly vomited blood.
Yet she was still desperately trying to call after Justin.
"Keep her detained," Justin said through clenched teeth to Michael Richard.
The moment Justin shot him a look, Michael felt a chill run up from the soles of his feet.
It had been a long time since he’d seen Justin Battleson this angry.
He glanced at Florienna Ellis in the office and couldn’t help but smack his own forehead, cursing himself for his oversight.
How had he not realized that this woman, dressed in such a way, had ulterior motives?
It was all over—he was doomed today.
Meanwhile, Charlotte Thompson walked briskly away, her already haggard expression turning even paler, her lips trembling unwillingly.
Her mind was filled with the scene she had just witnessed upon entering the office.
What on earth had happened?
Actually, Charlotte Thompson believed that Justin Battleson would not betray her, but the scene she had just stumbled upon still disgusted her.
Charlotte headed straight for the bathroom, where she turned on the tap, letting the cold water splash onto her face, bringing a few moments of clarity to her thoughts.
"Charlotte."
At that moment, Justin Battleson swiftly walked in and reached out to grab Charlotte Thompson’s wrist.
"Don’t touch me."
Charlotte instinctively refused.
Such a gesture made Justin’s chest feel tight, but he did not heed Charlotte’s words and directly embraced her instead.
"Charlotte, listen to my explanation, nothing happened between that woman and me."
"Let go of me, Justin Battleson."
Charlotte’s mood had already been upset recently, and now encountering this incident, the frustration in her heart finally found an outlet.
Charlotte struggled with her arms, trying to break free from Justin’s embrace, but his arms around her waist were unyielding, like iron clamps without the slightest give.