At these peculiar focus, Chad Thompson slightly rubbed his forehead.
He truly worried over his happiness wholeheartedly.
After a brief pause, Chad Thompson helplessly said, "That’s not the main point, you have an opportunity now, you better hurry over."
Clearly understanding what the opportunity in his words referred to, Adam Ross didn’t ask further, readily agreed and hung up the call.
A few seconds later, a location was sent to his phone.
Adam Ross grabbed his coat, glanced at the location, a hint of flamboyant smile on his lips.
Once he reached the location, Adam Ross got out of his car. As he turned to close the car door, he saw a blue luxury car slowly stopping not far away.
The driver’s door opened, and a man wearing a black jacket exited the car, his face hidden behind huge sunglasses.
The man also saw him, took off his sunglasses and a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.
Adam Ross narrowed his eyes, "Jordan Thompson?"
Jordan Thompson laughed heartily, striding forward, "What a coincidence, where are you going?"
Adam Ross turned his head to glance at the luxurious apartment in front of him, pointed at it, and said, "Here."
Upon hearing this, Jordan Thompson’s smile brightened even more, "Here to see my sister? Fine, let’s go together."
Consequently, Adam Ross was led into the apartment by Jordan Thompson in a daze, who proficiently took out keys from his pocket to open the door.
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Upon hearing this, Adam Ross didn’t ask any further and simply stepped inside.
As soon as they entered, they spotted Justin Battleson in the living room.
Jordan Thompson’s face fell, he snorted coldly, and sat down on a chair, his tone carrying a bit of sarcasm, "Well, this is lively."
As his words fell, Justin Battleson just glanced at him and continued talking to Grace Thompson.
Cyrus Thompson looked up, politely greeting, "Hello Uncle."
Jordan Thompson’s face softened a bit, but before he could say anything, a comment, neither light nor heavy, came from the kitchen.
"The visitor is our guest, Jordan Thompson, are you itching for a fight again?"
Jordan Thompson’s face froze, he snorted coldly again, turned his head, took out his cellphone and began browsing news on his own.
Adam Ross didn’t show much expression, he walked over and casually sat down next to Chad, remarking in a playful tone, "Second bro, you sure are fast."
On hearing that, Justin Battleson paused for a moment, curved his lips into a smirk, his voice low, "Same goes for you."
A few minutes passed and seeing Grace Thompson yawn several times, Justin Battleson let her go back to her room for a nap. He lingered at the kitchen doorway for a few seconds before he strode in.
Adam Ross caught sight of his movement and also got up.
Charlotte Thompson stared baffled at the two grown men arguing over slicing onions, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Her mouth twitched, she enquired, "You guys are acting so childish... Mr. Ross, how come you’re here too?"
Upon hearing this, Adam Ross paused his movements. Seizing this chance, Justin Battleson grabbed the kitchen knife from his hand and quietly started chopping the onions.
Adam Ross cleared his throat, replied, "Came in with Jordan Thompson."
Not long after, the pungent smell of onions started filling the air. Charlotte rubbed her eyes, watching Justin Battleson struggling with the onions, she walked over with a sense of helplessness trying to take away the knife from his hands.
Unexpectedly, the man didn’t let go of the knife consciously.
Charlotte couldn’t stop in time, her hand directly covered the man’s warm back of the hand.