CHAPTER 1471: CHAPTER 1471: DO YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY?

Justin Battleson’s answer made Charlotte Thompson curl up the corners of her mouth. She hooked Justin’s palm with her fingers, playfully scratching his palm.

"Then I need to think about what kind of wedding dress I should wear at my wedding."

At this point, Charlotte paused and puffed her cheeks toward Justin.

"You better prepare well. The proposal was such a failure; there can’t be any mishaps at the wedding."

"As you wish."

Justin kissed Charlotte’s temple, his deep voice slowly stirring Charlotte’s heart.

However, in the near future, when Charlotte recalled the words she just said, she found herself both laughing and crying.

But that’s a story for another time. Let’s not mention it for now.

In contrast to the warmth between Justin and Charlotte, on the other side of the city, the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, carrying an almost suffocating sense of threat.

Riley Thompson lowered her head, only able to gaze at the person’s toes in front of her, but her face was already occupied by fear.

On the skin exposed outside her thin dress, a layer of small goosebumps had formed, slightly trembling with each breath her body took.

Riley felt like she was going insane from this performance. Finally, she couldn’t help but lift her head, her lips parting slightly:

"Young Master..."

Her voice was terribly hoarse, and Riley originally wanted to swallow some saliva to ease it, but when she raised her head to meet the gaze in front of her, she couldn’t utter another word.

Leon Battleson slightly lowered his eyes, and although he was sitting on the chair, he still looked down on Riley, making her heart feel like it was being tightly clenched by a giant hand.

Leon then lightly tugged at his thin lips, a cold scoff escaping them.

"Why are you trembling like this? Is the room very cold?"

Leon leaned forward, then raised his fingertip, sliding it upward along Riley’s arm before finally resting his finger under her chin, forcing Riley to lift her eyes and meet his gaze.

"I remember warning you before about what should be done and what shouldn’t, right?"

He was still smiling, his voice seemingly relaxed, but in Riley’s ears, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

"I-I’m sorry... Young Master..." Riley stammered, barely managing to say those words.

Leon was very dissatisfied with Riley’s reaction, his brows furrowing.

Then Leon suddenly raised his hand, directly gripping Riley’s slender neck.

His palm was very wide, and it seemed like with just a little force, he could break Riley’s neck.

"I’ve told you, since you want to get close to Justin Battleson, I will help you. What you need to do is listen obediently, not stupidly offer yourself like today."

Leon seemed unable to understand Riley’s actions today, so his tone was tinged with inexplicable questioning.

"I told you to sow discord between Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson—not just run your mouth. And who told you to provoke Charlotte? Do you think you’re worthy?"

Every word Leon spoke was like a needle, piercing deeply into Riley’s heart, making her body tremble more violently.

"Or do you really think, with a face identical to Charlotte’s, you can replace her now?"