He had to admit, when he saw those two kids that looked strikingly similar to Adam Ross when he was young, a bold suspicion had crossed his mind.
Additionally, Adam’s recent lukewarm tone suggested something about Charlotte Thompson, not to mention the trending news that had infuriated him.
The two of them were very intimate. If the child was really...
Justin Battleson instinctively clenched his phone, neither confirming nor denying his speculation, but he was praying that it was not true.
"What’s the matter?" Adam Ross smiled, leaning against the leather couch, lazily lounging like a cat, but his eyes were sharp as a hawk’s.
"Are you jealous?" Adam asked playfully, a curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Thinking about Charlotte’s gorgeous face and beautiful figure made him find the situation incredibly amusing.
However, nothing was more amusing at the moment than the person on the other side of the phone.
He could almost taste the sour tang of jealousy coming from across the screen.
It seemed that apart from Sophie Allen, the only other person who could get under Justin’s skin was Charlotte. Find the newest release on NoveI~Fire.net
"So is the child yours or not?" Justin Battleson interrogated Adam Ross, his tone full of anger.
"Judging by the child’s age, they should be five or six. Five years ago, I hardly saw Charlotte and never even held her hand. Surely you don’t think the children were conceived through the air?"
Adam Ross detected Justin’s anger, so he stopped teasing him and answered seriously.
"Bro, even if I had any magical powers, I wouldn’t be able to reproduce asexually."
Saying this, Adam broke out into laughter at his own joke.
His deep laughter had a mischievous quality.
"Is that really so?" The frown eased from Justin’s face.
He straightened up and looked at the surveillance video, suppressing his strong sense of jealousy and anger.
"If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can say. But Charlotte is indeed beautiful. If she were the mother of my child, I wouldn’t mind."
Adam Ross spoke jestingly. He could only imagine Justin’s outraged reaction to his comment.
"Don’t even think about it."
"However, sadly, my children are no longer here," said Adam Ross, a sudden cold glint flashed through his eyes.
It vanished as quickly as it came.
"Enough, I won’t tease you anymore. These kids are indeed unusual. We should focus on investigating them. Perhaps..."
Adam broke off, glancing at the picture in front of him. A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"Perhaps this could lead us to the answers we both are seeking. What do you think about teaming up? We might get answers sooner if we do."
Justin Battleson didn’t respond to Adam’s words, merely studying the photo more closely.
For some reason, he had the feeling that if they found these children, he would finally get the answer to the question that had been plaguing him.
He held onto the phone tightly, forcefully suppressing the emotions surging within him.
"I do have an idea." Adam’s voice was relaxed. His slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the smooth marble table, a rich baritone resonance filled the room.
"To untie a knot, you need the one who made it. I think, we can start with Charlotte."
"What do you mean?" Justin Battleson’s brows slightly furrowed, a contemplative tone entering his voice.
"Since the kids are with Charlotte, that’s where we should start,"