After dealing with a wave of documents, Justin Battleson closed his laptop and shut his eyes to rest.
For some unknown reason, once he was quiet, he couldn’t stop thinking of Charlotte Thompson.
Images of Charlotte leaving kept flashing in his mind.
He always felt that her haste to leave was because of those children.
Children? Was Charlotte interested in children?
Although Justin didn’t understand, he couldn’t help but feel a strong curiosity about the child.
He pressed the call bell on his desk, and soon, Michael Richard appeared before him at light speed.
"Mr. Battleson, how may I assist you?"
"Bring me the surveillance footage from the lobby earlier."
Although Michael didn’t know Justin’s intentions, he had no choice but to obey.
Immediately obeying Justin’s instructions.
Michael was always efficient and soon brought a USB drive containing the surveillance footage to Justin’s desk.
As the USB stick was plugged into the computer, the video appeared on the monitor quickly.
Due to the limited angle of the surveillance footage, he could only see the scenes after Charlotte left.
Justin meticulously slowed down the video, staring at the screen slowly, fearing to miss any details.
Even though she just said she would go downstairs to take the children to the police station, were those hands holding hands?
It seemed normal, but he felt something was off.
For some reason, Justin felt the relationship between these children and Charlotte seemed a bit intimate.
He furrowed his brow, enlarging the faces of the two children in front of the camera, only to realize they looked incredibly similar to Adam Ross.
Justin quickly screenshotted the image and sent it to Adam Ross.
Unable to wait for Adam’s reply, he dialed him eagerly.
The call was picked up quickly.
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Justin stated straightforwardly, which left Adam a bit puzzled.
"What’s the matter?" Adam asked, his tone unchanging, but his heart somehow beating faster.
"Look at the picture I sent you." Justin stared intently at the surveillance footage, his tone full of seriousness.
Adam slowly opened the photo, finding it oddly familiar.
"Do the kids in the photo look like you?"
Adam squinted his eyes, carefully scanning the picture before speaking.
"Indeed, where did you get this photo?"
Adam noticed the figure of Charlotte in the corner of the picture, causing an indefinable emotion to arise in his heart.
He had always felt something was amiss when Charlotte kept inquiring if he had a child.
"Today, a few kids came to my office building, saying that I’m their father, but Charlotte went downstairs to meet them."
Justin briefly described the day’s events.
Adam raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze deep and thoughtful. With that, he started speaking at a measured pace.
"Now that you mention it, I recall Charlotte hinting at something when she invited me to dinner, could it be related to this child?"
"Dinner with you?" There was a hint of inquiry in Justin’s voice.
"The one that went viral." Adam toyed with the pen in his hand. The smooth body was cool to the touch, exuding a certain chilliness and reflecting a greater depth in his eyes.
"So this child couldn’t possibly be yours and Charlotte’s, right?" Justin blurted out, his voice inevitably filled with bitterness and anger.