"What did you say!"
Sophie Allen's face was full of astonishment, accusing, "Are you crazy?"
"You're Evelyn's fiance, how could you say such ridiculous things!"
Justin Battleson wasn't angry. He leaned on the table with his elbows, his pose languid, and his ink-black eyes alternately bright and dark.
The man radiated an expensive aura.
He looked just like a painting.
"I only said I'm interested in what you were saying to her," he added in a cold voice.
Sophie was stunned for a moment, her face rapidly turning red from embarrassment.
She started to grumble in a low voice, "Mr. Battleson, could you clarify your words all at once? Otherwise, the person...would feel very...embarrassed."
The person here naturally referred to herself.
"You didn't let me finish," Justin Battleson raised his dark eyes, displaying a completely unbridled attitude.
"Fine, it's my fault for being impulsive," Sophie could only admit her mistake.
