Charlotte’s gaze swept over Wendy from head to toe, raking in every detail.
Then she suddenly let out <b>a </b>sharp, amusedugh.
“What are you l
are youughing at?” Wendy asked, visibly annoyed.
“I just thought of something.” Charlotte saidzily, casting her a sidelong nce “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<b>, </b>I have seen narcissists before, but none quite like you. <b>What</b>, do you think this style is your personal trademark? You think you are the only one allowed <b>to </b>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, <b>your </b>makeup happens to be the <b>same</b><b>, </b>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 <b>she </b>locked coldly at Zac.
Wendy red at Charlotte. “You came here to see Zac? You two broke up ages ago. Why are you still clinging to him? <b>Are </b>you that desperate for a man?”
Charlotte gave <b>a </b>coldugh. “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 epted that after everything he had done to her,” trash” was putting it kindly. He had no <b>illusions </b>about himself.
“Lottle, I am just d you <b>are </b>safe.” Zac stopped in front of her, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with lingering affection.
Charlotte’s anger red at his words. She shot up from the <b>sofa </b>and pped him across the face without hesitation.
The loud p echoed through the lobby, drawing nces from several passersby. Even the receptionist behind the front desk looked over curiously.
Zac was well–dressed and handsome, the kind of man <b>who </b>always caught attention. Many of the female employees in the building harbored small. crushes on him. Seeing him get pped so hard left the receptionist stunned.
If it were not for fear of losing her job, she <b>would </b>have loved to record <b>this </b>scene and send it to the other employees upstairs. Their esteemed president had just been pped by a woman in the middle of the lobby. <b>What </b>a sight
“Charlotte Riley, are you crazy? Wendy <b>shouted</b>, heart aching at the sight of Zac getting pped.
She rushed over, grabbing Zac’s arm. “Zac, are you okay? Let me see yource.”
rad had snapped <b>to </b>the side from the force of the blow. For a moment, he was dazed. When he finally came to<b>, </b>he brushed Wendy’s <b>hand </b>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?”
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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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