Chapter 550: Chapter 550: Black Man Question Mark
One of the women seemed intent on pursuing the line of questioning, but Charlotte Thompson politely drew a small smile, pressing her index finger lightly against her lips in a silencing gesture.
"Now is still working hours, everyone should get back to their duties."
Her voice was so soft and gentle, one couldn’t help but temper their anger.
Although the woman was rather reluctant, she was mindful of the possibility that Charlotte might be Miss Thompson, and it wasn’t wise to make a scene. Grudgingly, she nodded and returned to her seat.
Seeing their ring leader retreat, the remaining office workers lost their nerve. They scattered hastily, heads bowed as they returned to their desks.
A path cleared, Charlotte lowered her gaze and resumed her steps, pushing the office door open.
Once she closed the door, she took her mobile out of her bag, and threw the bag casually onto the sofa.
At the same time she was dialing a number, she strutted single-handedly toward the window.
The first call went unanswered.
Charlotte looked at the mobile screen somewhat annoyed, swiped her finger across it, and dialed Jordan Thompson’s number again.
After a dozen seconds of ringing, the call was finally picked up.
On the other end, Jordan had just stepped out of the shower and was busy drying his hair. In his hands, he flipped through the sensational news on the internet, his face darkening with every news item.
His fingers slid inadvertently and caught sight of a missed call, just from the main character of the news.
Jordan’s normally happy-go-lucky expression sank for once. He answered the call, and without waiting for Charlotte to speak, he began to accuse.
"Hello? Sis, I was just looking for you. What’s going on? Didn’t Grandpa repeatedly tell you when he was in Ashton not to reveal your identity? Now the entire internet is awash with news about you. What would you do if some ill-intentioned people targeted you?"
It was almost a roar as his words flooded out, he was breathless and gasping when he finished speaking.
On the other side, in the office.
Before Charlotte could even respond, she heard a bellow from the other side of the handset. She was caught off guard and quickly distanced the phone a bit from her ear.
After listening, Charlotte’s face was full of confusion, marked by several question marks above her head.
When Jordan finished his rant, she still had an astonished look on her face.
Then she asked in disbelief: "Are you saying that you didn’t leak my identity?"
Upon hearing this, Jordan was so angry he stomped his foot: "Do I look like I have nothing better to do? I thought it was you who did it."
As his words fell, the corner of Charlotte’s mouth twitched. It seemed like he wasn’t the culprit.
After explaining the situation briefly, she hung up and pondered for a bit, filled with doubt.
Not many knew of her identity, only her family and some people in Ashton.
She paused and decided to call her older brother.
He picked up almost immediately.
Charlotte thought for a moment, then asked: "Brother, can you help me check if my identity has been leaked online by someone from Ashton?"
At her words, Henry Thompson was slightly taken aback, but he didn’t ask much. He instructed his servant to investigate.
Not long after, the servant tactfully reported back: "Young Master, I’ve checked. No one has disclosed any information about Miss."
At the other end of the phone, Charlotte was filled with even more suspicion.
If the people from Ashton didn’t leak her identity, then who could it be?
After hanging up, she stared blankly at her mobile phone, the wallpaper displaying a group photo of several children.
An idea suddenly struck her. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on the wallpaper.
Could it be their children?