Charlotte proceeded to the lounge where Jade had prepared a clean set of clothes for her.
After reminding Jade of a few things, she entered the bathroom and turned on the water heater.
Right when she was about to remove her clothes, she caught a silhouette flashing across the mirror.
On instinct, she turned her head and shouted, “Who’s that?”
Charlotte was stunned when she saw who it was. “Chris?”
“That was fast.” With a pistol in his hand, Chris approached her slowly. “How can you be so sure that it’s me and not Zachary when we look absolutely identical?”
“You’re not worthy to compare yourself to him!” Charlotte glared at him. “Why are you here? Do you have anything to do with Mr. Spencer’s sudden collapse?”
“If that stupid old geezer didn’t fall sick, how will I have a chance to get close to you?” He smirked smugly. “It’s been a while. Do you miss me?”
“Disgusting!” Charlotte furrowed her brows. “Repent and turn yourself in now. That’s your only lifeline.”
“Lifeline?” Chris’s expression changed when he heard the word. Grief and desolation were written all over his face. “Can I still save myself when I’m diagnosed with AIDS?”
“What?” Charlotte widened her eyes in shock. It took her a while to recover from it. “You… Are you sure you got it? Did you check properly?”
Though the disease transmission risk was very high, it was not always a hundred percent confirmed case. Before this, Charlotte thought that Chris might get lucky to be tested negative, but who knew…
“You’re so evil, Charlotte!” He stared daggers at her. “How dare you fooled me into sleeping with your substitute who has AIDS? Are you happy now that I’ve contracted this deadly disease?”
“That wasn’t my intention,” she explained hastily. “I didn’t know that the girl has AIDS…”
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