"Let go."
Charlotte's gaze fell on Leon Battleson's palm that was still gripping her wrist, her tone cold and distant.
As she spoke, Charlotte struggled a bit, but Leon Battleson showed no intention of letting go, instead gripping even tighter.
"Leon Battleson, please remove your hand!"
Looking at Leon Battleson with a smile on his lips, Charlotte couldn't help but feel an inexplicable aversion, so she called out his name without hesitation.
From her tone, expression, and even her actions, Charlotte's aversion to the man before her was palpable.
Yet Leon Battleson remained obliviously cheerful, even showing a look of surprise when Charlotte called his name.
"I didn't expect you to remember my name."
Leon Battleson revealed a set of pearly white teeth, yet his smiling face made Charlotte feel unusually creepy.
"It seems you have quite an impression of me." Leon Battleson spoke with ambiguous meaning.
