Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire
She peeked out, questioning, “Uncle Joey! Have you seriously been asking those questions to all visitors? Under whose orders?”
“Oh, hey, Charlie. Haha.” Joey looked guilty. “You’re exempted from security screening. Go ahead.”
“Answer me!” Charlie demanded.
“Oh, you’ll miss the game! You better go,” Joey said, evading Charlie’s questioning. “Best of luck to Taylor!”
Charlie gave up because she was in a hurry. She went to the gym and passed out t-shirts and banners, rallying Taylor’s team.
Just before the game, She flashed the shirt, making sure it was clearly visible to Taylor, and it read: “Charlie’s Bitch!”