Chapter 502: Can't I, Charlotte Thompson, do without you?

The two speaking cut their words short, turning their heads to look at Charlotte Thompson.

The latter's eyes were clear and cold as she smoothed out Grace Thompson's dress with her hand.

Feeling that the girl was getting drowsy in her arms after speaking, she lowered her voice slightly, "Do you all really think I, Charlotte, can't do without you?"

Adam Ross opened his mouth to say something, but seeing her somewhat irritated expression he chose to remain silent.

He had intuition after all.

Charlotte glanced at them, her tone slightly mocking.

"You all saw it." She paused slightly; her wandering gaze slowly landed on Jack Bryant.

The later was still holding Hank Thompson. Feeling Charlotte's gaze, he shivered slightly. As if he had expected something, he gazed sorrowfully up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

He knew the atmosphere was not simple now.

He didn't want to offend these two big shots!

To be precise, he couldn't afford to offend anyone.