The receptionist firstly appeared stunned, but then revealed a formulaic smile.
The receptionists of Riley Group received professional training, naturally well-versed in facial expressions managent.
The receptionist had a lodious voice, starting with, "Little friend, where are your mom and dad? If you want to see Mr. Battleson, you need to have an appointnt. Do you have an appointnt?"
Cyrus Thompson furrowed his brows; he had forgotten about this detail.
Dealing with a high-level CEO required prior appointnt, much like the situation in Ashton where people would need an appointnt to et his uncles.
An appointnt was necessary.
He subconsciously shook his head.
"No appointnt? Then we can’t allow it, little friend. This is our workspace, so we kindly ask you to leave."
The receptionist continued to smile while speaking, very amiable.
Cyrus Thompson lifted his head upon hearing her words, his deep eyes trained on her as he replied, "Sister, he’s our dad, do we need an appointnt to et our own father?"
"What?" The receptionist was involuntarily surprised.
Father?
Mr. Battleson has a child? That shouldn’t be the case...
Evelyn Curtis was consistently busy in the entertainnt circle, and there were no rumors of her ever taking maternity leave...
Could it be that it’s not Evelyn Curtis, but...
At that thought, a chill ran down her spine.
It felt as though she had just uncovered so scandalous news.
She blinked her eyes, moistened her lips, and decided to calm down before speaking.
"Little friend, is it possible that you’re mistaken?"
"No," replied Cyrus Thompson decisively, with a firm look in his hawk-like eyes, which caused the receptionist to hesitate.
She glanced at the six adorable children - each one cuter than the last and about the sa age.
When did Mr. Battleson have such cute little children?
In this era, even children know how to cozy up to powerful figures?
She gave it so thought and dismissed the idea from her head.
These children were cute and adorable, not the type to play nasty tricks.
"Little friend, how about this, I’ll go and check with soone from Mr. Battleson’s office for you. Could you and your brothers and sisters please wait in the rest area?"
The receptionist’s voice was extrely gentle, with a hint of a friendly smile in her words.
Her heart had already been softened by these children.
Before Cyrus Thompson could answer, Hank Thompson dashed forward eagerly, pointing excitedly at the Häagen-Dazs ice cream in the rest area.
His eyes lit up and he asked with glee, "Beautiful sister, can I have that ice cream?"
The receptionist gave a sweet smile and nodded, whispering, "Sure, you can enjoy as much as you like."
At her words, Hank Thompson’s excited spirit could no longer be restrained.
His face lit up with joy as he rushed to the rest area, pulling all his brothers and sisters along.
What child doesn’t like ice cream?
It’s not that they hadn’t had it before, but Charlotte Thompson was worried that it would upset their stomach, thus she had always strictly controlled their diet.
So, now, these young masters and ladies yearned for such little treats even more.
Cyrus Thompson sighed helplessly and followed them to the rest area.
Grace Thompson looked at her phone then at the receptionist who was now making a phone call. Sothing seed to beco clear in her mind.
She quietly asked Cyrus Thompson, "Big brother, do you think they might assu we’re frauds since we ca unannounced?"
Cyrus didn’t respond, just staying silent.
He lifted his eyelids and looked at the program on his computer, revealing a change.
Grace Thompson seed to understand and quietly sat down beside him.
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