Chapter 1394: Chapter 1394: You Saved My Life, Young Master
If Leon Battleson knew what George Robbins was thinking, he probably wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter.
To outsiders, Justin Battleson appeared to be someone cast out by his own father, a man whose mother possibly engaged in disgraceful acts, while Leon was the pampered young master by Oliver Battleson’s side.
But as for the truth, only Leon Battleson himself truly understood.
Of course, the truth hardly mattered to him. As long as there were so many foolish people he could manipulate at will, Leon felt a deep sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Take George Robbins for example.
"Looks like it’s just about time. You should move quickly on your end,"
Leon said.
Upon hearing this, George glanced briefly at Riley Thompson, who was sitting on the floor, before leaving. In that moment, a flicker of deeper meaning flashed through George’s gaze, but he quickly turned away and departed.
The sound of the door closing accompanied George’s disappearing silhouette, plunging the room once again into its original silence.
Riley clutched at her collar, her head bowed slightly as if lost in thought.
At that moment, Leon nonchalantly crossed his legs, using the tip of his shoe to lift Riley’s chin, forcing her to look up at him.
As her face tilted upward, Leon noticed Riley’s reddened eyes.
"What’s this? Looks like someone’s feeling wronged,"
Leon leaned forward slightly, his tone softening.
"Does asking you to do what I did make you feel humiliated?"
His voice rose slightly at the end, a hint of mockery flashing in his gaze even as his expression remained utterly cold.
"N-No," Riley stammered nervously and quickly responded, "My life belongs to you, Young Master. Whatever you wish me to do, I’ll comply."
"Oh? Is that really so?" Leon asked with evident amusement.
"Yes, Young Master, I will follow any command you give, no matter what."
Kneeling on the ground, Riley seized the opportunity to hold onto Leon’s pant leg, her body inching closer to him.
"But I clearly told you to stay put in the production team. So why are you trying to meddle in other matters?"
Leon’s remarks drained all color from Riley’s face in an instant. Her lips trembled as she struggled to find an answer.
"Are you wondering how I found out about this?" Leon said.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted on my own. It was... It was just something I did unintentionally,"
Riley stammered, swallowing nervously before explaining to Leon.
"Didn’t I specifically tell you to ensure Charlotte Thompson remains unharmed? Yet you messed with the props on set—were you hoping to kill her in one go?"
When Leon first discovered that Justin Battleson was injured on the set, he immediately launched a covert investigation.
While everyone else might have dismissed it as an accident—even Charlotte and Annie Anne didn’t uncover anything—Leon had known from the start precisely who was behind it.
"And you had the audacity to provoke Charlotte, forcing her to act alongside you? Do you really think that just because you wear Charlotte Thompson’s face, you could take her place?"
Leon stared at Riley, his voice cutting through her like a blade, dripping with unreserved mockery.
"A counterfeit is nothing but a counterfeit, understand?"
"I understand, Young Master. I won’t dare again,"