Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Getting Angry
Charlotte Thompson had never been this angry at them before.
Upon seeing this, the children were genuinely scared.
What truly annoyed Charlotte was that they came over without informing her, sneaking off to Riley Group.
If she hadn’t been in Justin Battleson’s office and overheard the receptionist’s phone call to him, if she hadn’t had that strong sixth sense and went down to check!
They would have been at the police station by now.
Truth be told, it would have been better if they were at the police station at least that would be safe.
But if they had been targeted by the Thompson family’s enemies, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Thinking about such a scenario, Charlotte could not help but feel her heart race.
She was not usually one to overthink, but for these children, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.
Olivia Thompson approached, her petite, fair hands tugged lightly on Charlotte’s clothes.
Her pair of big, bright eyes evoked a sense of compassion, and her small mouth opened slightly, "Mommy, don’t be mad, okay?"
Charlotte’s heart felt like it was being nourished by a clear spring, cool and soothing.
No matter how gigantic her anger was, at this moment, it diminished significantly.
The other children also had a keen sense of perception.
When they noticed Charlotte’s anger starting to dissipate, they joined their small hands together, anxiously stepping forward to approach her.
The children stood in a row, heads bowed, after exchanging glances, they pleaded in unison, "Ma’am, please calm down, we understand our mistake."
They paused for a while and then, all of them raised their heads together.
Their eyes looked innocent and pure, like little deer in the spring forest.
Clear and bright, irresistibly adorable.
"What am I going to do with you all?"
Charlotte knitted her brows slightly, her words carrying a hint of helplessness.
Oh well, they always said children were debts from a past life, they must have owed them in their previous lives!
This issue will be put on hold for now.
Charlotte brought them to the BK Hotel, leading six children into the hotel which caught many people’s attention.
Once back in their rooms, Charlotte settled each of them down and promptly called Jordan Thompson on the phone.
Meanwhile, Jordan was having a blast with his friends at a bar.
He has long forgotten about his adorable nephews and nieces.
"Jordan, your phone’s been buzzing for a while."
A friend elegantly pulled out Jordan’s phone from a pile of clothes soaked in alcohol and handed it to Jordan, who was swinging to the beat.
"What now?" Jordan took the phone, slightly sloshed, squinting, and shaking his head.
However, as soon as Jordan saw the caller ID on his phone, he couldn’t help but scream out loud.
"Oh no."
He swiftly made his way through the crowd, ran to a quiet fire exit, and took a deep breath.
Then, closing his eyes, he reluctantly picked up the call.
As he expected, a cold voice from Charlotte echoed from the other end of the line.
"Who told you to bring these little ones back from abroad without letting me know? Are you aware of the grave situation that you’ve created?"
"Hold on sis, let me explain," Jordan said as he wiped his cold sweat, his brains working at top speed to come up with a plausible explanation.
One that could convince his sister.
"Hmm, I give you three minutes to explain where have you been. Through the phone itself, I can smell the alcohol on you," Charlotte’s voice was icy-cold, sending shivers down his spine even through the phone line.
This terrified him so much that he subconsciously looked around.