Hearing this, Jordan Thompson looked at them in surprise, catching the bored expressions on their faces.
"Didn’t you just say you really wanted to go to the amusent park? You’re ready to leave after just one activity?"
Hank Thompson sneered when he wasn’t watching, waving his bangs in a showy manner.
"I just... suddenly forgot how boring the amusent park can be."
If it hadn’t been for the critical situation just now, he wouldn’t have co up with such an outlandish excuse.
They didn’t like places like amusent parks; none of the attractions suited them.
"Oh no, it’s not fun. Let’s go ho, uncle, we can still catch dinner."
Hank Thompson was nagging and pushing Jordan Thompson towards the exit. They couldn’t bear to stay for another mont.
On their return, these rascals had them running around in circles.
Jordan Thompson was a bit dazed, feeling that sothing was not quite right.
But he couldn’t quite pinpoint what was off, sothing just felt odd.
They were the ones who wanted to co to the amusent park, and they were the ones who said it was boring. They seed to have covered all angles of the conversation.
Before he could think about it further, he found himself being pushed towards the exit, without any room to refuse.
Alright, alright, whatever these little brats say goes. He wouldn’t dare to refute them, would he?
He’d have to report to the old man later. He’d still end up being the one in the wrong.
Seeing him not asking any more questions, the kids all breathed a sigh of relief. They had managed to dodge the bullet.
Charlotte Thompson was unaware of Ashton’s situation; she was still swamped with drafting designs and dealing with Cindy’s mocking sarcasm.
Especially since this Cindy, after having been put in her place last ti, wasn’t provoking her as openly.
Handling such cunning was even more exhausting for Charlotte Thompson.
Charlotte Thompson held back from responding to her, pouring all her efforts into her design drafts, feeling utterly worn out.
Finally, it was ti to clock off work.
Coco had finished her work and ca to say goodbye before leaving.
"You’ve worked hard. Get so rest early." All of Coco’s contributions were seen by Charlotte Thompson who didn’t hesitate to express her gratitude.
However, Coco seed sowhat taken aback and quickly gestured that this was all part of her responsibilities.
Charlotte Thompson truly changed her perception of designers.
In her mind, designers were all incredibly arrogant.
But Charlotte Thompson was exactly the opposite. She never gave anyone a hard ti and was very good to her subordinates.
Being able to work for such a wonderful person straight out of college was what Coco considered a stroke of great luck.
Charlotte Thompson gave her a gentle smile. She didn’t think that showing gratitude to an assistant was sothing to be embarrassed about.
Every job is worthy of respect.
Moreover, she really liked Coco.
And she had always been fair and square. If she did well, she deserved to be thanked.
Once Coco had left after packing up her things, that left Charlotte Thompson contemplating whether to continue working hard.
She had stayed up late chatting with Diana Smith the night before and had woken up early that morning.
At this point, Charlotte Thompson was struggling to keep going, her spirits beginning to flag.
A yawn ambushed her, and she ultimately decided to go back and get so sleep. She’d fight again tomorrow.
Just as she paused to pack her things, her cellphone at the corner of her desk started ringing.
Picking up her cellphone and frowning, she saw an unfamiliar number. Charlotte Thompson had no recollection of it whatsoever.
"Does Miss Thompson rember ?" The flippant voice she knew so well resonated in her ear through the phone.
The image of Adam Ross’ wickedly charming face ca to mind. Almost instantly, Charlotte Thompson connected the voice to the face.
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