Although she had used Charlotte Thompson's identity for more than just this reason, now that Justin had seen through her guise.
She didn't have much to fear anymore.
"Is that room also related to you?"
Instead of answering her question, Justin posed another one.
He looked at the woman in front of him. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he was back on that night.
It was quiet yet fiery to the point of restlessness. Intense desires were completely unleashed that night.
Like the last rose of high summer, it burned their hearts.
"Why does Mr. Battleson want to know about 808?"
After a long silence, it was Charlotte who finally broke it with a nonchalant question.
Justin pursed his lips, the usually icy expression on his face showing a rare hint of emotion.
He silently watched the woman in front of him. His eyes, as dark as the dead of night, flickered with emotion.