"Oh? Is that so?" Adam Ross glanced at the rising trending topics teasingly, finding it quite amusing.
"Maybe I’ve overthought this, go ahead with your things."
Upon hearing Adam hang up the phone, Justin didn’t say anything more.
He was a little tired today, and didn’t notice the curious and ill-intentioned tone in Adam’s voice.
Michael Richard received a message from the company’s public relations department, and nervously looked back at the visibly fatigued Justin.
"Mr. Battleson, you and Miss Curtis are trending."
"What?" Justin got a little impatient. When would the media ever stop?
He wasn’t a movie star for public spectacle, how did he end up being a regular on the trending topics?
"It looks like someone captured your conversation with Miss Curtis today, and due to the angle, it seemed like you have..." Michael was speechless thinking about the description in the news.
"Out with it." Justin’s face darkened as he looked at Michael, obviously annoyed.
"They said it looked like you were asking Miss Curtis for forgiveness, trying to get back together with her. There is also excessive abuse towards Miss Charlotte online."
Stating the fact honestly, Michael could see Justin’s expression getting worse through the rear-view mirror.
His thin lips seemed to freeze, his jaw clenching tightly, while his eyes were as deep as the ocean floor.
"Give them twenty minutes to handle this, if they can’t, they can scram."
"Mommy, why are you home so early today?"
As soon as Charlotte stepped in, she was embraced by Grace, who was swinging her legs and snuggling into Charlotte’s arms with a coquettish tone in her voice.
"To spend time with you guys."
Charlotte’s voice was gentle as she lowered her head to pat Grace’s head, her eyes full of affection.
Grace started to pout, seemingly dissatisfied about having to spend the entire day with her uncle.
"Mommy, I want the sweet and sour fish you bake. Your brother made us some terrible dish today for lunch, I almost cried from how bad it was."
Grace whined unhappily, her face was buried in Charlotte’s chest and refused to look up.
"Sure, Mommy bought your favorite. Wait while I get your uncle to talk about this."
Charlotte let out a soft chuckle.
She initially thought of letting Jordan order some take-out, or head down to the BK Restaurant if they really had to.
Who’d have thought the ever-pampered Mr. Thompson himself would have chosen to try his hand at cooking.
His culinary skills were perhaps only suited for himself alone.
"Sis, hurry up. Your son is plotting a murder against his uncle."
Jordan’s painful roar emanated from the room.
Charlotte frowned and walked towards the room. She got a shock just as she stepped in.
The room- which was neat and clean in the morning- was now terribly messy.
Blankets, pillows, magazines, and snacks were scattered all over.
There were some grimy stains on the floor, that could be either coke or juice.
The culprit, Jordan, was being held immobile in the corner of the sofa by Hank, his hair tousled.
"What happened, Hank, why did you do this to your uncle?"
Hank stiffened at the sound of Charlotte’s voice, quickly blinking his little eyes.
Then he turned back with a face full of innocence, smearing some saliva over his eyes for extra effect.
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Jordan was taken aback by Hank’s words, looking at the tearful Hank as if he was looking at a very manipulative person.
"Uncle said he wanted to play a game, but big bro and the rest are not good at it. So I sacrificed myself to play with Uncle."