Chapter 143: How Could She Not Hate?

"Don't you recognize her?" Liam Bryant scratched his head curiously, feeling something was off.

He turned and asked, "Miss, I heard that your return to the country this time is to participate in an international jewelry design competition, is that correct?"

As soon as he spoke, Jack Bryant nudged him with his elbow and scolded, "Don't be so nosy."

Charlotte Thompson merely smiled indifferently: "Johnny, there's nothing wrong with talking about this, it's just a jewelry design competition."

Although she had turned her head, her gaze couldn't help but drift back to Justin Battleson.

Across from her, the man, dressed in a black, well-fitted suit, displayed an air of aloofness-clearly signaling 'keep your distance'.

He looked impatiently at the reporters who kept closing in, his restless gaze drifting to the distance.

Unintentionally, it fell onto Charlotte Thompson.

He furrowed his brows.

This woman, she seemed familiar, yet also quite strange.