Chapter 293
Charlotte’s gaze swept over Wendy from head to toe, raking in every detail.
Then she suddenly let out a sharp, amused laugh.
“What are you l
are you laughing at?” Wendy asked, visibly annoyed.
“I just thought of something.” Charlotte said lazily, casting her a sidelong glance “You k someone else? It only makes them look worse.”
Wendy’s expression darkened.
know what happens when someone tries too hard to imitate
“Charlotte Riley, I have seen narcissists before, but none quite like you. What, do you think this style is your personal trademark? You think you are the only one allowed to dress this way?” Wendy stood in front of her with her arms crossed.
Charlotte looked at her with a faint smile.
“Of course fashion is not my personal trademark. Tunderstand. Miss Cooper, it is just a coincidence that your outfit happens to look like mine, your hairstyle happens to match mine, your makeup happens to be the same, and even your perfume happens to be identical. Of course, you are not copying me at all. It is just one big coincidence.”
Wendy’s expression turned even uglier. She opened her mouth to argue, but was abruptly interrupted by a male voice
“Lorrie!” Zac called out happily.
Wendy froze.
Charlotte’s expression darkened instantly as she locked coldly at Zac.
Wendy glared at Charlotte. “You came here to see Zac? You two broke up ages ago. Why are you still clinging to him? Are you that desperate for a man?”
Charlotte gave a cold laugh. “Do you really think everyone is like you, picking up trash and pretending it is treasure?”
Zac had just walked over in time to hear every word.
Hearing her call him trash left a sting in his heart, but he had expected no less. He had long since accepted that after everything he had done to her,” trash” was putting it kindly. He had no illusions about himself.
“Lottle, I am just glad you are safe.” Zac stopped in front of her, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with lingering affection.
Charlotte’s anger flared at his words. She shot up from the sofa and slapped him across the face without hesitation.
The loud slap echoed through the lobby, drawing glances from several passersby. Even the receptionist behind the front desk looked over curiously.
Zac was well–dressed and handsome, the kind of man who always caught attention. Many of the female employees in the building harbored small. crushes on him. Seeing him get slapped so hard left the receptionist stunned.
If it were not for fear of losing her job, she would have loved to record this scene and send it to the other employees upstairs. Their esteemed president had just been slapped by a woman in the middle of the lobby. What a sight
“Charlotte Riley, are you crazy? Wendy shouted, heart aching at the sight of Zac getting slapped.
She rushed over, grabbing Zac’s arm. “Zac, are you okay? Let me see your lace.”
rad had snapped to the side from the force of the blow. For a moment, he was dazed. When he finally came to, he brushed Wendy’s hand away and
yes with Charlotte
His woke was full of hurt. “Why, Lottie?”
Charlotte’s voice was cold as ice, her entire presence radiating hostility. “Did you call the police?”
Zar replied, “Yes. I heard visalia
een kidnapped. I was worried about you. I was afraid something would happen.”
sharp. “And how exactly did you know I was kidnapped by Joseph Ford? Was it Vivian Xander who told
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