"What are all these people talking about? There’s not even a video proving anything and they just keep saying that you, sister, beat soone up. Is there no law left?"
Jonathan Thompson looked at the comnts on Weibo and scoffed imdiately.
Seeing him rolling up his sleeves, it seed he was preparing for so massive operation on the computer.
"What are you going to do?" Charlotte Thompson asked curiously.
"Let see how many are paid trolls. Just hack them, they’re a waste of space anyway." Jonathan Thompson said nonchalantly, biting on his fork.
"How about you teach how to hack other people’s accounts? Quick, teach , I want to learn!"
Hank Thompson, hearing these words, found even the cake in his hands unappetizing and ran over eagerly to learn the skills.
His eager pursuit to learn was, however, rcilessly nipped in the bud by Charlotte Thompson.
"Slow down your eating; you’ve got cake all over your face." Charlotte Thompson reached out and wiped the cream from Hank Thompson’s mouth.
Then, she straightened up and said to Jonathan Thompson: "Brother, whether it’s marketing accounts or paid trolls, why bother with them? They are all just feeble slanders."
Charlotte Thompson spoke calmly and then bit into a piece of cake she had forked, which was sweet and rich, yet not too bad.
Always heard people say that eating sweets can lift the mood, seems there may be so truth in that.
Justin Battleson, however, has never been fond of such sweets, but he ate a few bites when the children actively fed him.
Charlotte Thompson watched Justin Battleson’s frown deepen from the creamy bite and found it quite amusing.
"Big bro, you’re supposed to grab the cake with your hands, what’s the use of stretching your neck so long?"
Grace Thompson’s crisp voice sounded; when Charlotte Thompson looked over following the sound, she saw Grace Thompson and Hank Thompson glaring at each other over the sa piece of cake.
"My long neck... that’s my advantage." Hank Thompson lifted his head proudly.
"Big bro, you look like a goose," Jack Thompson comnted nonchalantly.
"Then I am a swan." Hank Thompson defiantly made his final assertion.
As the children bantered, Charlotte Thompson’s expression grew darker.
She rembered her encounter with Leon Battleson at the cetery today.
Justin Battleson also noticed Charlotte’s unusual reaction, reaching for her shoulder, but unexpectedly, Charlotte dodged dramatically.
Charlotte paused, then under Justin Battleson’s puzzled look, she pursed her dry lips.
"Sorry, I was caught up in so thoughts, that’s why I was startled."
"Did sothing happen?" Justin Battleson imdiately sensed sothing unnatural.
"It’s nothing."
Charlotte Thompson mumbled, yet she did not reveal her encounter with Leon Battleson to Justin Battleson.
Right now, she was secretly investigating the Battleson Family behind Justin’s back.
Thus Charlotte, feeling slightly guilty, shifted her gaze away, which happened to fall on Jonathan Thompson, and then Justin thought Charlotte was worried about the things online.
"You don’t have to worry about online matters, it’s been handled..."
Before Justin Battleson could finish his words, there was an exclamation from Jonathan Thompson’s side.
"Holy shit, Justin, did you do this?"
Charlotte Thompson blinked curiously: "What happened?"
"This Mr. Battleson, he directly sued that magazine," Jonathan Thompson explained.
The usual celebrity approach to defamation was to send a lawyer’s letter and then disappear from the news.
But to have Justin Battleson directly send a court summons, that was really a first.
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