Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 47

In the surveillance room.

"Ms. Emerson, here are the surveillance videos from the past two weeks," said the security guard as he got up to offer his seat.

Charlotte nodded and thanked him.

She sat down and started watching the videos. Her eyes were glued to the screen.

However, the surveillance region only captured the corridor by the entrance of the company and those caught on tape were all employees of the company. No suspicious person ever appeared.

Charlotte spent the next three hours or so watching the collection of surveillance videos, but ended up empty-handed.

She lightly massaged her sore shoulders and wondered in frustration, 'Just who would do such a thing?'

Charlotte was so lost in her thoughts that she bumped into someone as soon as she stepped out of the room.

Instinctively, she took a step back. Still flustered, she looked up and found Christopher peering down at her.

"Mr. Gibson, I' m so sorry," Charlotte apologized, rubbing her aching forehead.

Seeing Charlotte clutching her forehead in pain, Christopher's heart filled with sympathy. "Are you okay? It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked in a gentle and caring tone.

"It's okay, I'm fine.” Charlotte quickly dropped her hand and shook her head as her cheeks burned up slightly in embarrassment.

"Are you here to check the surveillance videos?" Christopher took a quick glimpse at the surveillance room. "Any gains?" he asked.

Upon being questioned, all shades of disappointment were painted on Charlotte's face. She shook her head and replied, "Up till now, I haven't gotten any clues nor leads."

Shane's words started ringing in her ears again. Charlotte frowned and said, "I'll continue looking for other clues."

"I may have a way to get some answers, maybe we could give it a go," Christopher offered with a smile.

Charlotte's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up with hope. "What way?"

"Come with me," Christopher said, all mysterious.

Without a second thought, Charlotte followed him. Christopher brought her to the technical department and walked up to the department head.

He started typing on the keyboard and, within seconds, the screen in front of them started spewing out codes that looked as if it was all in a different language.

Charlotte glanced at Christopher in confusion.

Christopher simply smiled at her, motioning her to be patient.

About 20 minutes passed seemingly without progress.

Finally, the department head broke his silence and raised his head, tearing his eyes off of the screen. He turned to Christopher and said, "Mr. Gibson, everything’s set."

Christopher nodded firmly. He then stepped aside and gestured for Charlotte to come closer.

Although she still couldn't wrap her finger around what they were doing, Charlotte obediently approached.

On the man's monitor display was an active group chat window.