The bottle of wine opened on the table had less than half left when Charlize called it quit. Getting tipsy was one thing, but being dead drunk made you good for nothing.
It certainly wasn't going to clear her of the grave injustice she suffered.
Charlize Theron's words reminded Martin of the gossip news he had read in his past life. Ten years ago, Charlize rarely had any scandals, but the speed at which she changed boyfriends afterward was as fast as Leonardo switched girlfriends.
And unlike Leonardo's dedication, she'd tried all sorts, young and old.
Martin continued the earlier topic, "Sally, it's not just you he's slandered—it's me, too."
"Then let's do everything we haven't done!" Charlize fixed her gaze on Martin. "If we turn the slander into truth, then the slander ceases to exist."
She got up and walked over, sitting down next to Martin. "This is the fastest way to clear our names."
"Why didn't I think of that?" Martin hugged Charlize. "Sally, you're a genius!"
