"What happened?" He answered a call from his assistant.
"Your photos with Miss Thompson at dinner sohow got taken and even made it to the news."
The assistant carefully said at the other end.
The CEO’s attitude towards Miss Thompson always baffled him, and now it seed even stranger.
"Trending?"
Adam Ross grinned, seemingly unworried about the situation. He found it quite amusing instead.
"Yes, the PR team is on it, but right now, Miss Thompson receives more hate comnts."
The assistant conveyed to Adam Ross an honest outlook of the news.
"Well then, you guys don’t need to do much."
Adam Ross looked at the intimate-looking photo of him and Charlotte Thompson on his tablet.
He hadn’t noticed before, but Charlotte’s hand was actually touching his hair.
"Alright."
The assistant wanted to say sothing else but not after sensing the CEO’s lax attitude towards the matter.
"Charlotte Thompson? Sophie Allen? Haha, this is getting more and more interesting."
Adam Ross slowly zood in on the photo, a sickly smile on his handso face.
anwhile, at Charlotte’s end.
The car was speeding down the road.
She had breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she got into the car. Looking at the hair in her hand, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Adam Ross sure is a tricky one.
Charlotte looked at the small plastic bag in her hand and fell into deep thought.
She should go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow, the earlier the DNA test, the better.
Thinking of the kids’ innocent little faces, Charlotte cursed Adam Ross again in her heart.
"Miss Thompson, are we heading to the hotel now?"
Jack Bryant, the driver, noticed Charlotte’s troubled expression and asked subconsciously.
"Let’s just go ho. Oh, and co pick up tomorrow morning, I need to go to the hospital."
After she finished speaking, Charlotte comfortably leaned against the car seat.
Looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, she sohow thought of Justin Battleson’s face.
"This guy, his shadow sure lingers."
Charlotte grumbled a bit, revealing so impatience.
"Oh, by the way, Miss Thompson, Mr. Battleson called you several tis today. It looked like he needed to talk to you."
The bodyguard’s words made Charlotte’s mood inexplicably restless.
"He was looking for ?"
Charlotte was really puzzled. Why didn’t she know he had called?
She suddenly rembered that she might have taken the wrong phone today, so, of course, he couldn’t reach her.
"What’s wrong, Miss Thompson?"
Jack Bryant noticed the change in Charlotte’s attitude and couldn’t help asking.
"Nothing much, drop at the hotel and then you can go ho. Co pick up at the hotel tomorrow morning."
Jack Bryant nodded and didn’t say anything more.
As soon as Charlotte got out of the car, she hurried back to her hotel room at the fastest speed.
She had just lain on the bed when she received a call from Justin Battleson.
She accepted his call reluctantly as if holding a hot potato.
"Hello?" Charlotte’s tone contained a hint of detachnt.
"Finally picking up."
"I was busy today. Do you need anything? If not, I’m hanging up."
Charlotte was sowhat absent-minded. As she was about to hang up, Justin Battleson’s slow voice ca through.
"What’s going on between you and Adam Ross?"
Facing Justin Battleson’s suspicions, Charlotte missed a beat in her heart, feeling a bit annoyed.
"What do you an ’what’s going on’? Mr. Battleson, do you need anything? If not, I have things to do, and I won’t waste ti chatting with you."
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