Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Are you Jordan Thompson?
Then he turned around to face the door.
In his view, all ordinary mortals were unworthy of dialoguing with him.
The Jordan Thompson standing before him was just such an ordinary mortal.
Justin Battleson’s defiant manner was stirring up Jordan’s anger.
After all, he was a member of the Thompson family. When had he ever been treated with such disdain, even by Justin Battleson?
"Oh? The boss?"
Jordan Thompson looked at Justin Battleson with a hint of playful mischief, intentionally asking in a rogue-ish manner.
Speaking, he deliberately walked over and stood in his way.
The more Justin Battleson ignored him, the more he decided to obstruct his path.
Of course, this was also for Charlotte’s sake, because he presumed that at this moment, she wouldn’t want to see Justin Battleson.
Furthermore, for the sake of the kids...
Watching the man in front of him, Justin’s heart was filled with a growing sense of familiarity. Yet the man’s behavior was pushing his patience.
"What are you doing? Could it be that you’re here for Charlotte too?" Justin’s deep voice bore a bit of chilliness.
"I’m here for her..." Jordan unconsciously held back what he was about to say next.
What should he say?
He furrowed his brow, finding Justin Battleson increasingly irritating. Suddenly an idea came to him: "Yes, I am here for her."
Justin Battleson narrowed his eyes slightly, and a touch of coldness flashed in his hawk-like gaze. His cool lips then voiced a few words.
"What are you looking for her for?"
"Why should I tell you? Who are you anyway?" Jordan gave Justin Battleson a roll of his eyes, arrogantly reaching into his pocket to find his keys to unlock the door. Unfortunately, he realized he hadn’t brought them.
Damn, he forgot it was a code lock.
If he were to input the code now and Justin saw it, the game would be over.
He awkwardly tapped his forehead, then raised his hand to knock on the door.
Before his hand could touch the door, Justin Battleson’s cold, arrogant voice came from behind him.
"Are you Jordan Thompson?"
Although it sounded like a question, the tone was brimming with certainty.
This kind of absolute arrogance made Jordan feel as if his cards had been seen through. Being manipulated this way was infuriating.
Well, since Justin Battleson wasn’t pretending to be oblivious, then he didn’t need to pretend not to know him either.
"Are you Justin Battleson? Aren’t you just Mr. Battleson from that lousy company, acting all high and mighty. What are you doing here looking for my sister?"
Jordan lifted his face, his posturing full of arrogance, like a reckless patrician lad who refused to be controlled.
Justin Battleson, however, disregarded his stance.
He even found Jordan’s clumsy provocation amusing.
He had seen this man online before.
To be precise, he had come across him while investigating the Thompson family.
Five years ago, Sophie Allen had a male friend in his late teens, who seemed to be none other than Jordan Thompson.
The young master of the Thompson family, with a dissolute character but no interest in business; rather he was fond of music.
Particularly of rock music.
Upon meeting Jordan now, Justin realized that a comment he had read online rang true.
This young master of the Thompson family, despite his sunny and lively face, seemed more like a...greenhorn.
He subconsciously thought about the identity of the real Charlotte and then decided that today he would ferret out some information from this greenhorn young master of the Thompson family.
He would find out whether his sister’s surname was Thompson or Allen.
"I’m her boss. Coming to see her today is naturally work-related. Why, Young Master Thompson, am I not welcomed?"
Justin Battleson spoke with his usual icy tone, only with an unusual hint of mockery in his voice.