Charlotte Thompson knew what he was asking; she shrugged nonchalantly and asked, "Is identity that important?"
She tilted her head and thought, a harmless expression decorating her face.
Eventually, she opened her mouth to choose a rather satisfactory explanation, "There's no need; I just want to live my own quiet life, without any dramatic events."
Her voice was cool and clear, but her eyes held a hint of a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "Mr. Battleson, do you know why I am so repelled by you all?"
Justin Battleson frowned a little.
You all, referring to him and Adam Ross.
Charlotte sighed, her hands on the desk, touching the cool walnut surface, "Mr. Battleson, I want to live an ordinary life, even if it's common and unextraordinary as long as I'm happy."