Chapter 527: Chapter 527: You’re Not Like You Used to Be
The phone started to ring and was answered in a matter of seconds.
Charlotte Thompson pressed her brow gently, got up from the bed with her phone, poured herself a glass of water, and walked to the balcony.
It was late at night now, with a slit open in the window. A chilly breeze blew in, bringing a touch of sober coolness.
Charlotte Thompson nodded slightly, there was no sound on the phone, she tentatively spoke: "Justin Battleson?"
Only after a few seconds, a somewhat hoarse word came from the other side.
"Hmm?"
Charlotte Thompson sighed slightly and said, "Are you in a bar?"
On the other side, Justin Battleson was caressing the half-empty glass in his hand. After hearing her question, he was slightly stunned and asked, "How did you know?"
Charlotte Thompson took a sip of water, moistening her throat, her eyes showing a clear tiredness.
She had been house hunting and moving all day today, and she also had to squeeze time to run between Annie Anne and Henry Hudson’s hospitals.
After all the hustle and bustle, her body was about to fall apart.
She rubbed her eyes, with a tired voice said, "You guys have been photographed, causing a storm on the Internet, even involving me. If it’s convenient for you, handle the news."
Although the usage of the word "involving" sounded a bit odd, she didn’t want to gloss it over with any other tone words.
Indeed, she was originally staying away from it all. It was their repeated so-called liking that kept dragging her into the whirlpool, even affecting her personal life.
When her words fell, Justin Battleson’s somewhat fuzzy eyes finally cleared up a bit. He leaned back and frowned, responding in a low voice.
After hanging up the phone, he lowered his head to check the news, his own gossip had actually topped the trending list.
Adam Ross, who was on the other side, also heard it. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then teased, "Are you going to clarify?"
Hearing this, Justin Battleson looked at him like an idiot and asked, "Or what?"
"I’m curious about how you’re going to clarify." Adam Ross took a sip of his drink, becoming a bit drunk, "The thing about being rivals in love, is indeed true."
To put it bluntly, they are both rivals who have been dumped.
Justin Battleson was also getting drunk. He created a Weibo account. While editing the Weibo post, he typed for a while. After several minutes, he squinted his eyes and clicked send.
At the same time, Adam Ross also saw the clarifying Weibo post he sent out.
After watching for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed out loud, looking at Justin Battleson on the other side who was continuously pouring down drinks.
"You’re drunk."
Then, meeting the man’s bewildered gaze, it was fleeting, he chuckled bitterly, "You have said this before."
As his words fell, Adam Ross glanced one last time at the more explosive Weibo post sent by Justin Battleson, then turned off his phone, raising an eyebrow.
"If you’re not drunk, then you must be crazy." Adam Ross gave a faint laugh, "This Weibo post, it doesn’t suit your style."
Previously, Justin Battleson never dragged things out when dealing with issues, there were only two steps for him to deal with viral news.
One, suppress the trend.
Two, withdraw the news.
But now, he bothers to open his Weibo account which he hasn’t used in centuries, even went to the extent of registering an account, himself, to post a long statement for clarification.
Not to mention the content of his post, just this act alone made Adam Ross a bit confused about him.
Justin Battleson didn’t speak, he was silently drinking.
Adam Ross squinted his eyes slightly and muttered, "Justin Battleson, you’re nothing like the old you."
Who this sentence was for, nobody knew.
The man on the opposite side paused briefly while holding his glass, with a thin line for a lip, soon after, he closed his eyes and laughed.
"So what?"