Staring at the disconnected call, Justin Battleson was initially taken aback, but soon a barely detectable hint of amusement flashed through his eyes.
Slowly exiting the call log, he pulled up Michael Richard’s number without hesitation, and his slender, fair fingers swiftly typed out several words on the screen.
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With a click of the send button, the short message appeared in their chat box.
On the other end, the phone hidden in the pocket suddenly vibrated. Michael Richard, who was already in the car preparing to return to the office, paused before leaning to the side to remove his phone from his pocket.
Unlocking the phone, he saw an unread message displayed on the screen.
The sender was simply two words, "Boss", and the content was visible at a glance.
Finished reading, there was no surprise in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.
He knew it. Justin Battleson would never be someone who would suffer in silence and keep a low profile. His current action was just a warning to those who discussed him behind his back.
"Okay." Michael Richard put away the phone, yawned, unbuckled the safety belt and got off the car. He casually said, "Another task has come up."
The cars following behind him stopped one after another. Michael Richard stepped forward and knocked on the driver’s window.
After a few seconds, the car window slowly rolled down, revealing a bodyguard dressed in a suit sitting on the driver’s seat.
Michael Richard chuckled lightly and nodded slightly, "Everyone, get out of the car. We have a new task."
The man in the driver’s seat also didn’t ask anymore, immediately got off the car, and knocked on the windows of the cars behind him.
Not too long after, all the passengers got out of their cars and loosely followed Michael Richard towards the back stage of the show.
It looked quite like a squad prepared for a gang fight.
After Charlotte Thompson casually ate something, she was invited by Lincoln Smith to discuss the show’s effect. Just as she sat down in the chair, and before she could start talking, chaotic footsteps sounded from outside the backstage.
It sounded like a lot of people.
Charlotte glanced over at the door in confusion, and she immediately spotted Michael Richard, who was walking in.
She caught her breath, her mouth twitching slightly.
What was Justin Battleson up to this time?
Michael Richard had been with Justin Battleson for many years, and many backstage workers including Lincoln Smith knew him. Seeing him, Lincoln Smith raised his brow in surprise, then laughed, "Mr. Richard, what brings you here?"
At his words, Michael Richard stopped walking, standing less than a meter away from Charlotte Thompson. He glanced at her, then smiled cryptically, "I was asked to deliver something, and didn’t want to lead to misunderstandings, so I showed my face... Oh, I wonder if everyone enjoyed the meal?"
As soon as his words fell, the staff members exchanged glances. Everyone understood.
Michael Richard had always worked exclusively for the Battleson Group. This ’request’, was most likely from Justin Battleson.
Understanding the implications, one of the older staff members chuckled, "Thanks to Mr. Battleson for the reward. Rest assured, Mr. Richard, we will definitely take good care of Miss Thompson while she’s on the show."
"Yes, yes." A woman fiddling with a camera nearby, smiled brightly, "Besides, Miss Thompson has talent, we can’t say anything."
At their words, Michael Richard finally nodded in satisfaction, politely greeted Charlotte, then left with his entourage in tow.
After making several rounds in the field, making sure all the guest soldiers understood, they finally left the set in their cars.