Chapter 877: Chapter 877

The man in the passenger seat was quite young; distractedly scrolling through his phone, he finally broke down.

"I’ve been up for several nights now, why don’t we go back?" After saying this, the man couldn’t help but let out a big yawn.

"Hang in there a bit longer. I barely managed to get someone to help us sneak into the parking lot, and we’ve already boasted so much about this. If we go back empty-handed, the boss will definitely chew us out. I also don’t know why the boss suddenly decided to get involved in this kind of thing."

The man in the driver’s seat was somewhat chubby and squinted unconsciously as he spoke.

"I’d rather be criticized at a meeting than suffer here. Plus, do you know how scary the parking lot is at night?"

The young man complained, then he rubbed his somewhat messy hair and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed.

"If you want to suffer, you can keep at it. As for me, I’m going to sleep."

"You’re really going to sleep?"

The plump man glanced at his partner, his expression wavering. Just as he was considering whether to drive back, suddenly a figure hurriedly emerged from the elevator.

Startled, the chubby man quickly tapped the young man beside him: "Hey, wake up! Take a look!"

"Ah, what’s up? Did you see a ghost or something!" The young man opened his eyes impatiently.

"It’s Charlotte Thompson! It’s Charlotte Thompson!" The chubby man urged anxiously.

Charlotte emerged from the elevator, seemingly on a phone call, but her face looked extremely worried.

However, for the paparazzi, such a state was a goldmine.

The young man reacted swiftly, immediately pulled out his camera, and started frantically snapping photos of Charlotte’s side.

Justin Battleson, always half a step behind Charlotte, seemed to notice something and cast his gaze directly toward the direction of the van.

This scared the chubby man and the young man so much that their hearts nearly leapt out of their chests.

The two quickly ducked their heads.

When they looked up again, Charlotte had already left with Justin Battleson in a car. The young man hastily took a few more shots of the back of the car.

Even though Justin’s look just now had left them quite shaken, the next second they were thrilled to have successfully captured Charlotte on camera.

"Heaven rewards the diligent, we finally caught Charlotte!"

Unable to contain himself, the chubby man spoke out in admiration, then he leaned over to the young man, as they checked the photos they had just taken.

"Why is Charlotte in such a rush, where could she be going?" the chubby man asked.

"What else could it be? It must be something about the online drama. You see, she could be contacting the Thompson Family now."

The young man looked up, satisfied, and then carefully set his camera aside.

This certainly felt like a big scoop.

However, Charlotte had no idea that her earlier reaction had been captured by the paparazzi, but she was indeed in a rush to get back to the villa.

Many cars were parked outside the villa. As Charlotte pushed the door to enter, she heard a stern voice.

"Just a minor member of the Thompson Family, and you dare to be so insolent in front of me? Take the child away!"

Hearing this, Charlotte’s pupils contracted, and she immediately strode forward: "I’d like to see who dares touch my child!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelꜰire.net

Charlotte scanned the room and saw Jordan Thompson sheltering several children behind him, but several intimidating bodyguards stood in front of him.

Upon seeing Charlotte return, Jordan, although relieved, didn’t dare to relax his vigilance immediately.

Several children called out to Charlotte, fear evident on their faces.