Chapter 1390: Chapter 1390: Investigate Riley Thompson’s Background
Charlotte reached out to wrap her arm around Justin Battleson’s neck, her gaze sweeping over his thin lips.
She raised her eyes to meet his, finding her own reflection in his deep gaze.
"How about we find some time..."
Charlotte deliberately stretched out her tone.
"Hmm?" Justin’s throat moved slightly as he responded softly, as if eager to hear what she was going to say next.
"How about we find some time to take the kids to the amusement park?"
The next second, Charlotte flashed a mischievous grin, picked up a grape, and popped it into Justin’s mouth before gracefully slipping out of his embrace.
"I’ve promised the kids several times to take them to the amusement park, but we’ve never had a chance. Once this busy period at the company is over, let’s set aside a weekend to take the children."
Charlotte spoke with a serious expression.
Justin had caught the trace of a sly smile in Charlotte’s gaze earlier, and he knew things wouldn’t be as simple as they seemed.
But hearing Charlotte’s suggestion, Justin didn’t object and naturally nodded in agreement.
After all, there weren’t many opportunities for him and Charlotte to truly spend time with the kids. Taking a day to have fun with them sounded like a good idea.
"It’s settled, then."
As she said this, Charlotte stood up from the sofa, picked up the fruit tray on the coffee table, and went upstairs without delay.
Watching Charlotte’s back as she ascended the stairs, Justin’s expression was filled with unconcealed affection.
...
While warmth enveloped the interaction between Justin and Charlotte,
on the other side, as Annie Anne stepped out of the villa, she was about to loosen her palm, which had been holding onto Oliver Hudson’s arm.
However, Oliver seemed to anticipate her action, and he directly clasped her hand, intertwining their fingers firmly, leaving Annie no room to refuse.
"Let go of me. I can walk by myself," Annie said flatly.
But Oliver paid no heed to her words. When Annie tried to pull her hand away with a bit of struggle, Oliver tightened his grip on her palm and, with a slight force on her wrist, yanked her closer to him.
"Behave."
Oliver pressed his fingertips against Annie’s cheek, his tone carrying an undeniable authority that could not be defied.
And yet, Annie smiled sweetly at Oliver, her other hand intentionally brushing his fingertips away, as if purposely trying to provoke him.
"I won’t."
This gesture, however, made Oliver notice the bandage on her arm. He grabbed her wrist and lifted it slightly.
"What happened?"
"I accidentally fell," Annie replied lightly, withdrawing her hand as she noticed Oliver’s slightly scrutinizing gaze. She raised her eyebrows ever so slightly in response.
"Don’t worry. It’s not like last time, where I broke an arm and a leg."
Annie didn’t seem to pay attention to the expression on Oliver’s face, but she appeared to recall something and addressed him again.
"Oh, by the way, I told you before, right? There’s someone in my production crew who looks a lot like Charlotte—the actress named Riley Thompson."
Although Oliver gave a soft acknowledgment, it was clear he wasn’t particularly interested in this topic.
"I’d like to ask you to help me look into this Riley Thompson and find out what her background is."
"Alright." Oliver responded simply, agreeing to Annie’s request.