Chapter 661: Chapter 661: Mr. Ross
The amusement park was crowded with people, a few children clung closely to Charlotte Thompson and Jordan Thompson.
After buying the tickets, the children cheerfully entered to play.
Jordan, though fond of fun, never liked these kinds of attractions. So, he aimlessly sat down in the pavilion, head down, engaged with his phone.
Not far off, Charlotte was taking the kids on a carousel ride, her face filled with beaming smiles.
Jordan lazily yawned, then lifted his phone and took a photo of them.
The radiant smiles captured in the camera, he bowed his head to edit his friend circle, selected the photo, and typed a few lines of text.
"Everyone seems so happy while I, the multitasking workhorse, designated handsome chauffeur, sit alone in the pavilion, bored to death but looking very fine."
Once he finished editing, he hit post.
His WeChat did not have many people, only a few likes after releasing the post for over ten minutes.
Jordan refreshed and found a new comment.
Henry Hudson posted a smiling emoji below and commented, "Enjoying yourself?"
While casually liking the comment, Jordan turned off his phone and then bit the blue straw in his cup of ice-cold beverage.
When they came down from the carousel, Charlotte was a bit dizzy. She pressed her forehead, telling the children to go find Jordan in the pavilion while she went to a nearby shop to buy cold drinks for them.
Cyrus Thompson nodded first, and the kids followed suit leaving, but Chad Thompson and Jack Thompson paused simultaneously as if they saw something behind.
Cyrus, Hank Thompson, and Grace Thompson were ahead and did not notice they had stopped.
They slowly lifted their heads to look at the middle-aged man in front of them. His old face carried a somewhat stiff expression, showing signs of time spent.
But his sharp gaze, piercing at heart, was unchanged.
Just as Charlotte turned her head as if recalling something. She turned back to find some men with unfriendly gazes standing before her kids.
Her heartbeat skipped as she hastily moved a few steps forward reflexively, placing herself between the children and the men.
Seeing this, the oldest man stood up straight. He was wearing a black coat, and his cane tapped rhythmically on the ground.
Charlotte squinted, suddenly finding his face familiar.
She stepped back cautiously, then asked, "You are...?"
The bodyguard beside him was about to reply, but the old man slowly raised his hand to stop him, then spoke in a deep voice, "I am the head of the Ross Family, Adam Ross’s grandfather."
No wonder.
No wonder he looked so familiar.
Charlotte’s face showed no fear as she nodded slightly, smiling politely and said, "Mr. Ross, what brings you here?"
On hearing this, Mr. Ross flashed an almost imperceptible smile. His gaze passed over Charlotte and fell on the two children standing behind her.
"If my guess is right..."
He pointed, "These two children will be the descendants of the Ross Family, right?"
On hearing that, the reason for Mr. Ross’s visit became instantly clear to Charlotte.
The Ross family dynamics were complicated, and Adam Ross was pressured by his grandfather to take custody of his children. Now that Mr. Ross had personally come, he surely intended not to leave without the children.
Charlotte’s expression hardened, her voice turned cold.
"Mr. Ross, did you follow us here?"
At this, Mr. Ross chuckled, but the laughter didn’t reach his eyes.