"What happened?" He answered a call from his assistant.
"Your photos with Miss Thompson at dinner somehow got taken and even made it to the news."
The assistant carefully said at the other end.
The CEO’s attitude towards Miss Thompson always baffled him, and now it seemed even stranger.
Adam Ross grinned, seemingly unworried about the situation. He found it quite amusing instead.
"Yes, the PR team is on it, but right now, Miss Thompson receives more hate comments."
The assistant conveyed to Adam Ross an honest outlook of the news.
"Well then, you guys don’t need to do much."
Adam Ross looked at the intimate-looking photo of him and Charlotte Thompson on his tablet.
He hadn’t noticed before, but Charlotte’s hand was actually touching his hair.
The assistant wanted to say something else but not after sensing the CEO’s lax attitude towards the matter.
"Charlotte Thompson? Sophie Allen? Haha, this is getting more and more interesting."
Adam Ross slowly zoomed in on the photo, a sickly smile on his handsome face.
Meanwhile, at Charlotte’s end.
The car was speeding down the road.
She had breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she got into the car. Looking at the hair in her hand, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Adam Ross sure is a tricky one.
Charlotte looked at the small plastic bag in her hand and fell into deep thought.
She should go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow, the earlier the DNA test, the better.
Thinking of the kids’ innocent little faces, Charlotte cursed Adam Ross again in her heart.
"Miss Thompson, are we heading to the hotel now?"
Jack Bryant, the driver, noticed Charlotte’s troubled expression and asked subconsciously.
"Let’s just go home. Oh, and come pick me up tomorrow morning, I need to go to the hospital."
After she finished speaking, Charlotte comfortably leaned against the car seat.
Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, she somehow thought of Justin Battleson’s face.
"This guy, his shadow sure lingers."
Charlotte grumbled a bit, revealing some impatience. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelꜰire.net
"Oh, by the way, Miss Thompson, Mr. Battleson called you several times today. It looked like he needed to talk to you."
The bodyguard’s words made Charlotte’s mood inexplicably restless.
"He was looking for me?"
Charlotte was really puzzled. Why didn’t she know he had called?
She suddenly remembered that she might have taken the wrong phone today, so, of course, he couldn’t reach her.
"What’s wrong, Miss Thompson?"
Jack Bryant noticed the change in Charlotte’s attitude and couldn’t help asking.
"Nothing much, drop me at the hotel and then you can go home. Come pick me up at the hotel tomorrow morning."
Jack Bryant nodded and didn’t say anything more.
As soon as Charlotte got out of the car, she hurried back to her hotel room at the fastest speed.
She had just lain on the bed when she received a call from Justin Battleson.
She accepted his call reluctantly as if holding a hot potato.
"Hello?" Charlotte’s tone contained a hint of detachment.
"Finally picking up."
"I was busy today. Do you need anything? If not, I’m hanging up."
Charlotte was somewhat absent-minded. As she was about to hang up, Justin Battleson’s slow voice came through.
"What’s going on between you and Adam Ross?"
Facing Justin Battleson’s suspicions, Charlotte missed a beat in her heart, feeling a bit annoyed.
"What do you mean ’what’s going on’? Mr. Battleson, do you need anything? If not, I have things to do, and I won’t waste time chatting with you."