A spark of inspiration ca again, and Charlotte Thompson knew that she could not miss it this ti, so she started sketching on the paper.
The scene shifts to Riley Group.
Justin Battleson had been waiting in the office for a long ti, and didn’t receive a call from Charlotte.
In theory, once Charlotte took those kids to the police station, she should have called to inform him.
But there was no call until now.
He glanced at the yellow clouds outside, and a wave of inexplicable emotion flashed through his mind.
The teasing words of Adam Ross echoed in his mind.
At this thought, he rose to head towards the door.
At the sa ti, at the entrance of BK Hotel.
Jordan Thompson gets out of the taxi and gives the driver an extra hundred-dollar bill, expressing gratitude that was beyond ordinary.
After shutting the car door, he ran at full speed towards the hotel room.
His frantic deanor was nothing like his sunny and humorous youthfulness of old. Instead, he looked as though he was being chased by a ferocious hound.
The loud knocking on the door pulled Charlotte back from her thoughts. She stopped sketching, slightly furrowed her brows.
She glanced at the room where the kids were sleeping. It was quiet. All seed well.
Then, she stretched lazily, reaching for the cup to take a sip of water.
She turned her head towards the window, looking at the sunset.
The furling and unfurling of the clouds emitted a seductive golden glow, gentle and delicate.
It was dusk before she realized it.
It seed that the knock on the door should belong to that rascal, Jordan.
A smile tugged at Charlotte’s lips, prompting her to rise and walk towards the suite’s door.
She stood at the entrance, looking through the peephole and sure enough, it was him.
Jordan was standing at the entrance, his handso face looking slightly anxious, with visible sweat on his forehead.
It seed he ran all the way here.
Clearing her throat first, Charlotte leaned against the doorfra and teased him through the intercom: "So, you’ve finally decided to co back?"
Upon hearing Charlotte’s voice, Jordan perked up imdiately. He pressed his face against the door trying to peep through the peephole but couldn’t see anything.
After a mont, he gave up and pleaded carefully, "Sis, I know you’re in here, but I forgot the password to this room, can you open the door for ?"
Jordan tried to sweet talk her into helping him while plastering on a sheepish smile. He even leaned in closer, fearing his "help" might not be heard.
Listening to his flattering voice, Charlotte laughed silently in her heart. She cleared her throat: "What password? Sorry, I didn’t catch that."
"Oh co on sis, don’t tease , please help..."
Jordan shalessly coaxed Charlotte.
They’ve been siblings for so long, who cared about losing face!
"I heard your phone conversation, it sounded lively. Why did you co back suddenly? What about your hot friends and pretty girls, aren’t they waiting for you?"
As Charlotte teased, she was brimming with amusent. She always enjoyed teasing Jordan and wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity when it presented itself.
What ’liveliness’? Jordan was confused, he had clearly taken the call in the fire escape!
But he had no ti to figure out what Charlotte ant by lively, he just kept on begging her to open the door.
"Oh my dear sis, open the door for please. Pretty girls? who cares? They are not as important as you. Plus, which girl can be prettier than you? Please, open the door, let in!"
"Hey, don’t try to flatter , how can I with my plain face compare to your pretty girls? You’re so busy, the minute you landed in Druarus, off you went to the nightclub..." Charlotte was more and more amused by the teasing, leaving Jordan speechless.
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