Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Bad Uncle
The voice instantly made Jordan’s back stiffen, his nerves tightening in an instant.
He quickly turned around and stuffed the things in his hand through the crack in the door, hoping to follow through himself.
However, as soon as he began to make his move, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Feeling the strength on his arm, he looked back disdainfully, only to see Justin’s handsome face revealing a hint of curiosity.
Jordan instinctively pushed Grace, who had popped her head out, back, his eyes full of caution towards Justin.
"Is there something else you need, Mr. Battleson? If not, please leave."
Confronted with Jordan’s impatient eviction, a hint of coldness flashed across Justin’s face.
His gaze fixed on the small head that Jordan had pushed back into the suite, he asked with a cold tone: "Who is Grace?"
Grace...
Oh no, he accidentally called Grace by her name just now.
Jordan felt a lurch in his heart. This was disastrous!
He was stunned for a few seconds but quickly regained his composure, looking expressionlessly at the man before him.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Annoyance flashed across Jordan’s face, his brows furrowed as he subconsciously tried to free himself from Justin’s grip.
"It does. It’s very important."
This remark, which slipped out, even caught Justin by surprise.
He had no idea who this "Grace" was, but intuitively, he felt a need to find out. He thought it was important.
Despite his pride, Justin found himself repeatedly trying to negotiate with Charlotte, which was quite uncharacteristic of him.
But Jordan didn’t buy it.
"What does it have to do with me whether it’s important to you or not? You, the CEO, aren’t supposed to be standing outside our hotel suite. Justin Battleson, my patience has limits. If you continue to stay here, I will call security."
"Even if you are some CEO, it doesn’t give you the right to harass people, does it?"
Jordan was truly out of patience. His words were filled with annoyance, and now he even mentioned "security".
Mostly because he felt he could no longer keep his composure. If he didn’t quickly get rid of Justin, who knew what revealing words he might end up saying.
Inside the suite, Cyrus noticed Grace huddled by the door, sneakily peeking outside, and arched his brow curiously.
He walked over, crouched down beside Grace: "What’s going on? What are you looking at?"
Grace glanced at Cyrus, took out a lollipop from her pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.
She squinted her eyes, muttering softly: "It’s that bad uncle. Uncle is arguing with that bad uncle."
Cyrus furrowed his brows, slightly confused.
Bad uncle?
He peeked through the crack at the doormat, only saw Jordan’s tall figure, who was blocking the door completely. However, through the gap, he could see that man.
That face was very familiar to Cyrus.
"Brother, do you want to eat something? Mommy’s cooking will probably take a while."
Seeing Cyrus in a daze, Grace, who was next to him, began fumbling through the stuff that Jordan had bought back, and pulled out a few snack bags, offering them to Cyrus.
But Cyrus didn’t take them. His deep eyes were still staring intently at the man standing at the door.
"Brother?" Grace tugged at Cyrus’s sleeve, softly calling him.
It was as if Cyrus didn’t hear. He reached out and opened the door a little more, preparing to go out.
Just as Grace was about to stretch out her hand to stop Cyrus, she saw an annoyed Jordan turning his head back.
After seeing Cyrus’s face, he quickly let go of his hand that Justin was holding and with his other hand, he pushed Cyrus back into the suite.