As she spoke, Charlotte slowly and subtly took back her hand, a faint smile on her face. She watched the man in front of her, feigning calmness.
"I don’t know where this child came from, claiming to be mine."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, his child?
In this day and age, was there still anyone bold enough to claim Justin Battleson as their father?
"So you had someone call the police to send them away?"
"People come and go in a business setting, and people claiming to be my children could undoubtedly cause some trouble." Justin nodded lightly in response.
And then he added, " Without any parents accompanying them, calling the police is the best course of action."
Perhaps it was her sixth sense acting up, but uneasiness suddenly welled within Charlotte.
Seeing Charlotte daydreaming, Justin continued, "Why, Miss Thompson, is my personal life so interesting to you?"
But it didn’t pique her curiosity that much.
"Not at all, it’s just an employee showing a bit of concern for their boss. If it’s not your child, then no need to worry about it."
Charlotte denied with a laugh.
"Hmm...but I do like children. I’ve just finished my work, so I can take care of this for you. After all, they need someone to take a statement at the police station."
After saying this, Charlotte didn’t wait for Justin’s response. She quickly left.
Justin watched as Charlotte hurriedly walked off, his lips pursed slightly.
He withdrew his gaze, eyeing the phone on his office desk, an unreadable look in his eyes.
He returned to his desk and sat down, closing his eyes, the image of a blushing Charlotte still fresh in his mind.
The air still seemed to carry the faint scent of her rose perfume.
Unconsciously, a small smile played on his lips.
Time went on, and the receptionist sighed silently as she watched the children.
The Häagen-Dazs was almost gone, and the company really couldn’t accommodate children causing chaos.
She stood up and headed for the security room.
When she came out of the security room, behind her were several burly security guards.
Cyrus glanced around and quickly realized what was happening. His eyes reflected caution as he asked, "What are you trying to do?"
Despite his age and size, there was an inexplicable and startling aura of authority in Cyrus’s voice.
The security guards paused in their steps, but quickly regained their composure.
"Mr. Battleson said that he has no children. He asked us to take you to the police station."
The security guard looked down at the children with a hint of contempt in his voice.
He guessed these children were probably offspring of some model or star, or perhaps of someone trying to latch onto a rich man.
He had seen many social climbers in his days.
"What?" Hank, who had been eating an ice cream, dropped his fork as he heard this. His mouth opened and closed, seemingly at a loss for words.
"Sir, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. We really are Justin Battleson’s children. Can you take us to see him? He doesn’t even know me yet."
Grace stepped forward, looking up at the security guard and softly pleading.
The security guard, though a man, could not help but soften at the sight of the adorable little girl standing before him.
But due to his professional duty, he had to suppress this momentary softness.
"No can do, you all better leave now, and stop causing us trouble." Follow current novels on novel_fіre.net
Grace started to say something, but was interrupted.
"Enough is enough, no more." The guard had lost his patience. "Mr. Battleson has made it clear, he has nothing to do with you guys."
Upon hearing this, Grace’s eyes immediately reddened and a thin layer of tears formed in her already clear and innocent eyes.