The Thompson Family holds significant influence in Ashton and has a certain degree of power in Druarus.
However, they always remained very mysterious, like a dragon only revealing its head and not its tail.
He spent considerable energy investigating but didn’t uncover much.
The only thing he found out was that, five years ago, the Thompson Family’s rarely seen heiress, Miss Charlotte, made her first appearance at the BK Group.
After which, she disappeared again for a year.
Her next public appearance was three years ago, at a grand fashion design competition in Ashton.
A designer nad Joy, a newcor, unexpectedly won the competition crown.
Justin Battleson noticed from the competition photos, that this Joy was indeed Charlotte Thompson.
The timing of Charlotte’s appearances roughly matched with the ti when Sophie Allen disappeared.
However, what he didn’t understand was, where did Charlotte disappear to for that year in between.
But all this, Charlotte would clearly never disclose to him.
If Justin Battleson wanted to unravel the mystery in his heart, he had to approach Jordan Thompson, who seed naïve and guileless.
"Mr. Battleson, I don’t know how to respond to that. Of course, the Thompson heiress is called Charlotte. Why, can’t you even figure out such a simple question?"
"Also, you must have an idea about the power of the Thompson Family. You should know what questions are appropriate to ask and which are not."
"The Thompson Family’s affairs are not the Battleson Family’s business, wouldn’t you agree?"
A smirk appeared at the corner of Jordan’s mouth, he suddenly changed his usually carefree deanor and beca serious.
At this mont, he seed a different person compared to the young boy from earlier.
"I apologize, I overstepped," Justin Battleson was montarily surprised by Jordan’s change of attitude.
But the mont passed quickly.
"I was just kindly reminding you. Mr. Thompson generally doesn’t worry about family affairs, so I was just asking on behalf of your sister, please forgive ."
Justin Battleson feigned an apology. He stepped back but hoped that Jordan Thompson would not just let it go.
"You..." As expected, Jordan Thompson was instantly infuriated.
He was still too young to recognize Justin Battleson’s cunning tactics, akin to those of an old fox.
"Who are you to ask questions on behalf of my sister? Don’t you have a girlfriend?"
The phrase "have a girlfriend" made Justin Battleson unconsciously furrow his brows.
"Justin Battleson, don’t you go too far! Are you trying to have your cake and eat it too? Coming to see my sister while you have a girlfriend. Does your girlfriend know? Let tell you, even soone who rarely watches the news like sees your girlfriend in the news every day."
Jordan Thompson rattled on endlessly.
It’s not that he had to confront Justin Battleson, but keeping Charlotte’s identity safe was more crucial at the mont.
After all, he’d witnessed how desperate Sophie Allen was to divorce him five years ago.
He also knew how much Sophie Allen had suffered back then.
He was always fawning over Charlotte like a puppy, because he loved his sister who was two years older and had drifted around since childhood.
He might have not known about it before, but now nobody would dare bully her.
"Mr. Thompson, I think you misunderstood."
Justin Battleson said calmly.
"Oh? Misunderstood? Well, Mr. Battleson, why don’t you tell what I misunderstood?"
Jordan Thompson sneered with undisguised disdain in his eyes.
"I have nothing to do with Evelyn Curtis."
When he finished speaking, Jordan Thompson wanted to say sothing in response.
But then he heard the door opening from inside.
He had barely regained his composure before he heard Grace Thompson’s sweet voice shouting, "Uncle Jordan!"
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