Charlotte Miller stepped out of the elevator and saw a tall man leaning against the reception desk from a distance.
Ethan Baird?
What’s this guy up to? He’s actually come to the Hallow Clan? Seriously, this is crazy. He’s even dressed like a delivery guy. Even with a hat and mask, she could recognize him at a glance.
Such a tall person, aside from Atlas Hallow, there probably isn’t another one in this building, right?
He’s holding a large box in his hands. What important thing needs to be delivered at this time?
"Miss Miller, let me help you carry it up. This thing is quite heavy." Seeing Charlotte’s mouth form an ’O’, Ethan Baird really wanted to toss a candy into it. If his sister were still around, she’d be exactly Charlotte’s age.
"Oh... okay... thank you..." Charlotte was quite startled by the sudden appearance of Oliver, and even her speech became a bit stuttered.
Once inside the elevator, Charlotte let out a long sigh of relief: "Ethan, why are you dressed like this and coming over?"
Ethan was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit. Did he really believe that delivery workers actually wear jumpsuits like this? It looked quite strange, although he looked good in anything, much like a fashion model in a magazine, but it was too eye-catching.
Thankfully, Atlas Hallow had gone out for an important meeting just now; otherwise, running into him like this would definitely not be fun.
A man as moody as that is best not to provoke; although Charlotte didn’t quite know why he was angry, avoiding him seemed the safest bet.
They quickly reached the top floor. Ethan glanced around unsurprised and followed Charlotte into her office.
Clean and bright were a given, but there were even several pots of expensive indoor plants inside, and small bouquets placed on the desk—Atlas Hallow had indeed put some thought into it.
"Sweetheart, these are all your skincare products; I’ve brought them all..." Ethan sat down and, like presenting a treasure, opened the box. Inside, the plain pastel pink boxes were neatly arranged, and as the box opened, a faint rose fragrance wafted out.
Charlotte’s skin was somewhat sensitive. The moisturizing water, oils, and lotions she used were all bespoke by Ethan overseas, made from organic roses. She had only brought a little back this time. Unexpectedly, Ethan was quite thoughtful and had all these items bespoke and delivered anew.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t touched. Having a friend like this sometimes made her feel especially fortunate and fulfilled.
And he was a male friend, offering her a different perspective on the world, helping her understand many issues, which always left her feeling fulfilled and fortunate.
"Sweetheart, someone has already come looking for me these past couple of days. Has Atlas Hallow mentioned this to you?" Ethan sat on the sofa in Charlotte’s office, discussing this matter in the corporate building of Atlas Hallow felt a bit special.
What could Atlas Hallow mention to her? Charlotte was quite curious.