Justin Battleson was dealing with the docunts in his hands when Michael Richard had already knocked and entered.
Justin scanned him and noticed that Michael’s expression was sowhat peculiar.
"What is it?" Justin furrowed his brow and asked.
Only then did Michael co back to his senses and respectfully replied, "Mr. Battleson, please take a look at this folder."
As he spoke, Michael handed over the tablet to Justin.
Justin received it with so confusion, only to discover that the folder contained several photos, and the people in them were none other than Charlotte Thompson and Adam Ross.
The mont he saw the photos, Justin’s face darkened.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, chatting about sothing with smiles on their faces.
"Who sent these? Have they been identified yet?" Justin asked coldly, lifting his gaze.
"It was a paparazzo, but the ID keeps changing; we’re still searching and investigating," Michael replied nervously, swallowing his saliva.
Justin’s eyes swept over each photo, his pupils dark as ink, filled with a solemn chill.
"What else was said?"
Justin’s lips parted, and his voice slowly erged.
Michael could already feel the low pressure emanating from Justin and internally cursed the inconsiderate paparazzo fiercely.
However, he still pulled up the paparazzo’s initial email to show Justin.
The ssage was clear; they wanted money.
They wanted to see how much Justin thought these few photos were worth.
Justin snorted coldly; he hadn’t expected that even paparazzi would dare to threaten him now.
He placed the tablet aside, slightly reclined back in his chair, and his gaze fell on the cellphone that reflected a faint light at the side.
Who would have thought that the lock screen of the esteed CEO of Riley Group would be a picture of a toy?
However, this toy was sothing Charlotte had sohow found and stuffed into his hands.
Charlotte even said that the toy looked like him.
Justin was speechless.
He couldn’t see how this ugly thing, which looked neither animal nor human, resembled him at all.
Was Charlotte complinting him or mocking him?
But since it was sothing Charlotte had given, Justin naturally kept it.
As for the lock screen of the cellphone...
Of course, that was Charlotte’s doing.
Justin picked up the phone, just about to dial Charlotte’s number.
But Michael had already located the paparazzo.
It was a newcor, which explained the boldness.
The irony was that the paparazzo still had no clue even when Michael contacted them, even brazenly threatening with the photos.
Justin glanced at it and found it annoying; this trivial matter could be directly handed over to Michael to deal with.
Justin loosened his tie and then stood up, hooking his suit jacket over his armrest.
As he was about to call Charlotte, Michael had already caught up with him.
"Mr. Battleson, are you still going to et that person?"
Hearing this, Justin’s advancing steps suddenly stopped.
His eyes trembled slightly, and his brow was tinged with displeasure and even irritation.
Yes, how could he forget about that person?
"Let’s go," he said, taking a deep breath, Justin pocketed his phone and spoke solemnly.
Throughout the journey, Justin’s mood was not good, and Michael, driving the car, felt a sense of trepidation.
It had been a long ti since he had seen Justin in such a foul mood.
After a while, the car steadily pulled up in front of a luxury hotel. Justin had only glanced at it, and his gaze instantly sank.
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