Inside Riley Group, in the President’s office.
The sky had completely darkened, and the office was brightly lit.
Justin Battleson was looking intently at the docunts on the desk, furrowing his brows from ti to ti.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, neither too loud nor too soft, entering his ears with politeness.
Justin lifted his gaze towards the slightly ajar door and leaned back in his chair.
A deep weariness was present in his profound eyes, yet his usual sharpness remained intact.
His assistant walked in. He was a new hire brought on to handle so of Michael Richard’s responsibilities.
He was an elegant man, wearing gold-frad glasses and with small curly hairs falling on his forehead.
His eyes were a beautiful amber color, and his slightly curved mouth appeared sowhat invincible.
However, holding files in his hand, you wouldn’t be able to spot any aggression.
He placed the file on the office desk and began to explain, "This is the work report for this quarter, I’ve already sorted it out... However, Mr. Battleson, are you sure you want to read it?"
He had spent hours roughly organizing it.
After all, it was not just so small company. Even one month’s report would be massively extensive, let alone a quarter’s.
Hearing this, Justin slowly looked down at the report. He took a mont, and then humd in acknowledgnt.
Then he pulled out a red pen from the pen holder and marked few points on the file.
After a few seconds, he looked up at the man standing in front of him, a slight frown on his brow, "Isn’t it ti to get off work already? Why haven’t you left?"
Hearing this, the assistant glanced at him and thought, aren’t you still here too?
However, after thinking for a few seconds, he stood upright and said sowhat seriously, "Mr Battleson, there’s sothing I’m unsure if I should ntion."
Justin, growing impatient, said, "Speak."
Hearing this, the assistant hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly began, "I went to a coffee shop to et a client today, and saw a few familiar faces by chance."
Knowing Miss Charlotte’s relationship with Justin, he spoke word by word, watching Justin’s expression.
"Miss Charlotte, Mr. Ross, and two kids were in the coffee shop, and I managed to get a good look at the children."
The assistant sighed slightly and continued, "The kids look exactly like Mr. Ross, they could be considered miniature versions of him."
As his words fell, the air beca silent, and Justin’s expression remained unchanged.
However, his hand uncontrollably gripped the pen, marking a heavy line on the white paper printed with black text.
The red ink nearly soaked through the paper.
The assistant opened his mouth, taken aback, "Mr. Battleson...?"
Realizing his loss of composure, Justin expressionlessly switched to another docunt.
But even so, he couldn’t hide the gloom on his face.
"I understand. You can leave now."
Upon hearing this, the assistant, still sowhat puzzled, left the room.
Justin leaned back in his office chair, gripping the armrests with increasing force.
Charlotte, taking the kids, had t Adam Ross.
When anyone saw, would they not think of them as a perfect and warm family of four?
Justin’s eyes turned a frightening shade of red, filled with rage that almost completely overpowered his rationality, accompanied by a rising sense of helplessness from the bottom of his heart.
Indeed, he was powerless against Charlotte’s choices.
He didn’t even have a chance to make ands.
Charlotte had raised Adam Ross’s children for more than four years, and getting engaged to Adam... wasn’t sothing to be surprised about.
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