Justin Battleson laughed a bit. His words seemed like casual banter, but his sharp eyes were continually observing Charlotte Thompson.
The longer he spent with Charlotte, the more he found this woman was quite adept at hiding herself, like a black cat in the dead of night.
She masked her true nature, yet her clear eyes couldn’t conceal her astuteness.
After hearing Justin’s words, Charlotte’s hand involuntarily tightened, and a flicker of unease passed through her eyes.
However, she suppressed this emotion the next second, looking at Justin with a smile. Fresh chapters posted on noveⅼfire.net
"I think, Mr. Battleson, you may have misunderstood. Those children are my friend’s. When I was in Ashton, I used to visit them frequently. Children have good memories, they remember who treats them well. Moreover, they came to Druarus because of me."
"Hmm?" Justin Battleson took a sip of his coffee, the taste was a rich bitterness.
However, once swallowed, the flavor left in his mouth was mellow, indeed not bad.
He raised his eyes to Charlotte, curious to hear how she would continue the story.
"Miss Evelyn Curtis has never been kind to me. Naturally, she depends on you to throw her weight around."
"So I occasionally vent to my friend. Coincidentally, Jordan Thompson was heading back home for some work, so my friend asked him to take the children back home. Firstly, they could stay in our home country for a while, and secondly, they could help me out."
Charlotte raised her eyebrow, looking at Justin steadily.
Her answer seemed flawless.
Upon hearing the three words "Evelyn Curtis," the smile on Justin’s lips briefly faltered.
He hesitated, his gaze at Charlotte carrying a touch of confusion.
He was somewhat puzzled by her words.
"What?" Charlotte lifted her cup and took a light sip, raising her eyebrows at Justin.
Unexpectedly, Justin looked at her with an amused smile on his face, his words carried a unusual happiness.
"So, are you saying these kids came here specially to find me?"
His gaze on Charlotte was sharp as a falcon, a mixture of investigation and skepticism.
Why does it feel more confusing the more she explains?
Feeling his intense gaze, Charlotte grew a bit uneasy. She furrowed her brows, adding a cube of sugar to her coffee with some awkwardness before slowly speaking.
"Mr. Battleson is quite right, they came to find you."
A soft smile played on Charlotte’s lips. The warm light cast her in a gentle glow, making her skin seem as smooth as jade. Her delicate elegance captivated Justin and he couldn’t help but smile.
"If, as you say, they are here to help you, then why claim they are my children? Just a prank?"
"And, I watched the surveillance footage; you seem to have a closer relationship with the children than an average friend. Miss Thompson, are you sure you are not their mother?"
Justin Battleson casually posed the question, leaning back in his chair, seemingly relaxing, waiting for Charlotte’s response.
"You watched the surveillance?" Charlotte’s hand that was holding her coffee cup trembled slightly. She looked at the man across from her with a surprised look.
That crafty fox had indeed watched the surveillance.
But what she didn’t understand was why Justin suddenly took an interest in the children.
"What’s wrong?" Justin raised his brow at Charlotte, his expression showing a bit of confusion as he lightly pursed his lips.
"It’s nothing, just a surveillance video, what can that actually prove?"