Chapter 412: Chapter 412: It’s His Child
Michael Richard continued to speak, Justin Battleson subconsciously nodded his head, as if an idea had crossed his mind, and he looked at Richard with raised eyebrows.
"Keep investigating, we must find the child’s whereabouts, no matter what, no matter what connections you use, you must find him for me."
Michael Richard nodded and left with the file.
Justin Battleson’s gaze deeply lingered on the scenery nearby, already sinking in the twilight.
The dusk scene was still charming, afterglow on the river’s surface, appearing extremely relaxed and comfortable, and seemingly softened amidst the dense steel jungle.
He strangely thought of Charlotte Thompson’s pretty face, and her light scent of rose water. It seemed to him he has not noticed it for a long time and for a moment found it hard to suppress his longing.
He didn’t know why, but he always felt that Charlotte gave him a sense of familiarity as if he had met her many years ago.
As for that child...
That child, who resembled him so much, was stubborn; his eyes even seemed deeply thoughtful.
Whether it was their appearances, expressions or any other aspect, they were so alike.
It felt as if the boy was his son.
If that was the case, could Charlotte have given birth to his child?
As this thought crossed his mind, for some reason, battles Justin Battleson felt relieved, and he gently sighed.
If that boy were his son, it wouldn’t be bad; he was clever and had an unparalleled calmness and composure. He was stubborn yet practical.
"Charlotte..." Justin Battleson softly whispered her name.
Like the most enchanting spell in the world, it slowly opened up his heart, leaving him bewitched.
He thought of when Charlotte had previously asked him about the resort hotel incident.
Although he woke up seeing Evelyn Curtis’s face, from the beginning, the person who gave him that feeling was always Charlotte.
Whether it was aura, breath, smell, sense, what Charlotte provided him was always different from Evelyn Curtis.
Could it have been Charlotte that night?
This idea flickered like fireworks in Justin Battleson’s mind; his hand unconsciously clenched into a fist while a shadow of thought passed his eyes.
"Michael Richard."
Justin Battleson exited his office. He glanced at Michael Richard standing up and spoke softly.
"What business do I have this afternoon?"
Michael Richard flipped open his notebook and calmly started to speak.
"At two in the afternoon, you have a meeting with the director of Ze Lin Group to discuss business cooperation, at four you have a video conference with the Crunridge branch office, at six the internal meeting of Hebei board of directors..."
Justin Battleson furrowed his dark eyebrows and spoke in a clear voice.
"Call them all off."
Michael Richard’s hand, which had been taking notes, paused. He unconsciously wanted to ask something.
But when his gaze met Justin Battleson’s face, he swallowed his words.
"Yes, Mr. Battleson."
Justin Battleson called off all his work.
The only thing on his mind right now was to ask Charlotte whether it was him with her at the resort hotel that night.
Even though the answer seems to gradually take form, like a vague silhouette, his heart seemed to throb as if confirming something.
Justin Battleson’s face was rarely excited as he skillfully drove the car out of the underground garage.
Seeing the crowd passing by, he seemed a bit absent-minded for a moment.
He remembered the way to the BK Hotel very clearly and kept moving forward according to the route.
Unconsciously, he felt as if he could see Charlotte’s charming and smiling face in the next second.
It was as if he was gradually peeling back the layers, like unwrapping candy, and his heart couldn’t help but thrill with anticipation for the answer he sought.