Charlotte Thompson burst into laughter. He looked so comical.
"Stop laughing." Justin Battleson glared at her darkly and hissed.
Could this have happened if she didn’t insist on him not walking her home?
Justin’s sharp hawk-like eyes squinted. He had already memorized the appearance of the so-called "rich second generation".
Poor Mr. Jones didn’t know he had lost the opportunity to work with Justin Battleson, thanks to his extravagant son.
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The tardy Bryant siblings, Jack and Liam, finally reached Charlotte’s side.
"Sorry, Miss, we’re late." Jack said with a frown, bowing his head to apologize and admitting his fault without hesitation.
Charlotte waved it off. She didn’t mind that.
She had only informed them at the last minute, so she didn’t blame them.
The expected philandering man didn’t show up, but two brawny bodyguards did.
Justin’s face turned different shades of colors, fluctuating between green and white. He ate unnecessary jealousy, causing a major misunderstanding.
Following their orders, Jack and Liam stood close to Charlotte like a human wall, blocking Justin’s view.
"Thanks for the dinner, Mr. Battleson. I’ll go now." Charlotte casually waved her hand and got into the car under Jack’s care.
Justin watched helplessly as she left, feeling as though he had been toyed with.
This little woman was really something...
Her calm profile was blurred through the car window and caught Justin’s eye.
Although he felt played, he finally managed to laugh it off helplessly.
Only after seeing the tail of the car disappear around the corner did he move to get his car to drive, the car he drove was enough to astonish those two guys.
Back at the hotel, Charlotte took two digestives to relieve her sense of fullness.
After a brief rest, she entered the bathroom.
Warm water from the showerhead washed over Charlotte, slowly washing away her fatigue.
She felt much more relaxed.
Charlotte sat down in a massage chair, relieving back pain caused by sitting for long periods.
That’s how it was for people in this industry. Because of long hours spent leaning over to create, they all had some minor issues.
The warm massage chair kept running, Charlotte sighed in relief.
It felt good to relax.
Charlotte pleasantly checked her phone, making the most of this rare moment of leisure.
Suddenly remembering Justin’s words about designing a wedding necklace for the royal family, she had a guess.
Royal family of Ashton, marriage.
With these two keywords, she understood.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly dialed a familiar number, and waited for the other side to pick up.
"So you finally chose to call me." A sweet feminine voice tinged with exhaustion came from the other end of the line.
Hearing her somewhat drowsy voice, Charlotte subconsciously checked the time.
According to the time difference, it should already be past nine in the morning there. She probably didn’t disturb her.
"I heard you’re getting married soon, and you didn’t tell me." Charlotte teased her on purpose.
The girl on the other side collapsed instantly, sat up from the bed, and confidently replied.
"I’ve been so busy lately, I forgot. I was super busy until late yesterday. I just woke up."
Diana Smith sounded tired while she was complaining about her hardships to Charlotte, her tone entirely that of a damsel in distress.
Who would think that this woman, who was acting so coquettish, was about to become the queen of Ashton by marrying the prince.
"What kept you up until late?" Charlotte teased her with a cheeky grin.