Chapter 1006: Chapter 1006: I Don’t Like the Smell of You
"Charlotte."
Justin Battleson, who just a moment ago had a murderous look while staring at Michael Richard, softened his tone instantly when he saw Charlotte Thompson.
Charlotte glanced at Justin and headed straight for her office.
Justin hastily followed her.
Michael watched Justin’s retreating figure.
The originally cold and ruthless Mr. Battleson had now become...
suffering from a bronchial attack.
"By the way, did Mr. Battleson approve the documents I sent over? The design department is anxious for them," Coco scratched her head, then turned to look at Michael.
"Documents, what documents?" Michael had a bad feeling.
"The ones Florienna Ellis took to Mr. Battleson’s office."
As Coco spoke, the moment she mentioned Florienna, she noticed Michael’s expression turn ferocious.
"You had Florienna take the documents to the president’s office?" Michael looked at Coco, his tone increasingly accusatory.
Coco shrank back, now completely clueless about what had transpired.
"It wasn’t me who asked Florienna to take them; she snatched them herself," Coco said, sounding wronged.
Michael looked at the young girl before him, unsure of what to say, and finally could only sigh.
He would wait until their boss had comforted his wife before coming after him.
Meanwhile, Justin followed Charlotte into her office.
Charlotte was about to head back to her desk when Justin quickly pulled her into his arms and seated her on the sofa.
"Charlotte, I’m sorry," Justin said with his eyelashes slightly lowered, his tone full of remorse.
"There’s a mini surveillance camera in front of my desk. You can check it. I really didn’t do anything. That crazy woman threw herself at me."
Justin felt somewhat irritated.
One displeasing event after another had occurred.
"Yeah, I believe you."
Charlotte nodded, her hands encircling Justin’s waist as she softly spoke, "I just kind of lost control of my temper."
"Charlotte, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, I’m sorry for adding to your worries."
Justin looked at Charlotte with concern; her eyes were slightly red from recent crying.
In the eyes of others, Justin was always dominant, yet in front of Charlotte, he was willing to show vulnerability and lower his stance.
"It’s nothing."
Charlotte gently shook her head, possibly because Florienna had been close to Justin, leaving a faint scent of perfume on his shirt.
Charlotte disliked such strong fragrances, which made her furrow her brows.
Placing her fingertips on Justin’s tie, Charlotte loosened it a bit.
The sudden movement made Justin stiffen up as he sat quietly on the sofa, not moving.
Charlotte pulled off Justin’s tie and carelessly tossed it on the floor, then began to unbutton his shirt.
Justin’s throat moved up and down, and he pressed his lips tightly together.
"Charlotte."
Justin softly called Charlotte’s name. As she looked up at him, he clasped her jaw, intending to lean down and kiss her, but Charlotte quickly put her hand between them.
Charlotte pushed Justin’s face away, then stood up and walked over to her desk, where she pressed the telephone.
"Michael, bring a suit for Justin Battleson to my office."
Charlotte directly instructed through the phone.
Turning to look at Justin who was still seated on the sofa, Charlotte spoke.
"Go take a shower; I don’t like the scent on you."
Charlotte’s office had a separate resting room, which even included a shower facility.