Hank Thompson had no choice but to retreat back to his older brother Cyrus Thompson’s side.
He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he always felt that his brother was very down today, with low pressure surrounding him.
He couldn’t help but reach out and lightly pull on Cyrus’s sleeve, asking in a soft whisper.
"Bro, did anyone hit you while you were coding today?"
The hand that Cyrus was using to type on the computer paused for a moment. He looked back at Hank coldly, and Hank quickly closed his mouth which was about to jabber some more.
Jordan Thompson quickly led them to the western restaurant.
At this hour, the restaurant was crowded, with fully booked VIP rooms, and the only seats available were some by the window.
Jordan settled the kids down before heading to the counter to order food.
"Did you hear about it? That news."
"You know, the one about Justin Battleson’s alleged infidelity in the Riley Group."
The discussions echoing around him fell right into Jordan’s ears while he was ordering. He frowned, glaring impatiently at the incessantly chattering woman’s face.
"I know, I know! Apparently, his affair was with their company’s design director. I have a friend working in their company, and oh my god, you wouldn’t believe how wild this news is."
"I know, I know! But it’s weird how quickly the news got taken down, and it was thoroughly cleaned off the internet, not a trace left."
"I also saw some bloggers conducting a post-mortem analysis – it seems like all the damaging reports about the director were wiped clean from the internet. Their PR is really something else. Judging from this, she must be a pretty capable woman, though I wonder what she looks like." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel~fire~net
"Ah, what’s the use of being pretty? She’s just a mistress who can’t even be flaunted publicly. She knows Justin Battleson has a girlfriend, but she’s still throwing herself at him? Such a shameless woman."
Jordan took a deep breath, covering his eyes with his hand, hoping for some peace and quiet.
He ordered a few dishes at random, handed the menu to the waiter, and turned around only to hear those women still buzzing about the same topic.
Unable to bear it any longer, Jordan walked straight to their table, looking very upset.
"This is a public place, can you talk more quietly? And you should be more informed before you sit here gossiping so recklessly."
The women were all stunned by the sudden appearance of a handsome, yet angry-looking, guy at their table.
"What are you looking at? Do you understand the news? Just loose talk. Instead of using your mouths for eating, drinking, and saying nice things, you’re here gossiping about others."
Jordan had been suppressing his frustration all day when he saw the news, for the sake of placating Charlotte, and amusing the kids.
Now, hearing people discussing the matter without knowing the full story while out for a meal, he could not help but be extremely angry.
"What’s up with you, handsome?" One woman reacted, realizing that the handsome guy was criticizing them, and asked indignantly.
"What do you mean what’s up? You chew the fat without knowing the truth about the situation. In fact, it was Justin Battleson who willingly chose to chase after the design director, pestering the poor girl. How can you twist the facts ? Did you personally see the director seduce Justin Battleson? You talk as if you were there when it happened."
Jordan spoke angrily.
The mercifully handsome face was all flushed from holding back. He was always good-tempered and well-mannered.
If it weren’t for people constantly slinging mud at Charlotte, he wouldn’t have started arguing in a place .