Charlotte Thompson never expected that her own brother would dig up sothing she had almost forgotten about.
To her amazent, her eldest brother had uncovered it.
"Brother, what have you found out about that woman’s background?"
"Regarding the woman you ntioned, it seems her information was deliberately hidden or deleted. I managed to discover only a little—she’s married, and a long ti ago, she once engaged in surrogacy."
Although he spoke sparingly, the amount of information conveyed was vast, leaving Charlotte montarily unable to react.
In reality, the findings Henry Thompson had uncovered coincided sowhat with the suspicions in Charlotte’s own mind.
From the scars on the woman’s body, Charlotte had speculated that she might have been a victim of dostic abuse, but whether it was by her parents or partner, she could not determine.
Now, with the information provided by Henry, it seed likely that the woman had been abused by her husband and was then forced into surrogacy due to so desperate circumstances.
"And what about her husband? Is there any news on him?"
Charlotte knew how her brother would respond, but she still asked, hopeful.
Sure enough, Henry denied it, "I wasn’t able to find anything about her husband, but I’m certain that she’s married. Don’t worry, Charlotte; I will make sure to get to the bottom of this for you."
"Thank you, brother. You’ve been such a help. I didn’t expect you to find out what even the Ross Family couldn’t," Charlotte said with a chuckle.
Just as she finished speaking on the phone, another voice ca through.
"Little Charlotte, your thanks are misdirected. Henry Thompson, that old fox, is not the one you should be thanking—it’s ,"
Suddenly, it dawned on Charlotte—how could she have forgotten that her seventh brother, Jonathan Thompson, was a computer whiz? Not only her but Cyrus Thompson’s hacking skills were taught by him.
The internet holds mories; if Jonathan decided to look, there was nothing he couldn’t find.
Before Charlotte could offer her thanks, her words were interrupted by insistent knocking on her door.
Looking up, Charlotte saw Elijah Walker push the door open and stride in.
"You..."
What was this about? He had just stopped her, looking as if he wanted to say sothing, and now he was in her office?
As Charlotte puzzled over this, Elijah Walker stood at attention and then bowed deeply to her.
"Thank you! Miss Thompson!" Elijah’s voice rang out forcefully, sending a shiver through Charlotte.
Not to ntion Henry and Jonathan on the other end of the phone.
The two brothers, hearing the commotion on Charlotte’s end, imdiately asked.
"Sister, what’s happening there? Has soone barged into your office?"
"Was that loud, forceful shout so kind of an animal?"
But before Charlotte could react, Elijah had already risen and left the office, leaving behind a baffled Charlotte and an equally shocked Coco outside, who had been frightened by his sudden entrance.
"It’s nothing, just a designer who was looking for ," Charlotte replied, coming back to her senses and realizing she was still on the call, and expressed her gratitude to her brothers.
After hanging up the phone, however, Charlotte still felt a bit dazed, her mind full of Elijah’s abrupt entrance and exit.
"Sister Charlotte, what happened? That person just now was Elijah Walker, right?"
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