Charlotte Thompson sighed and glanced at her neat work desk before she turned her head, troubled. She just stepped out of the office when she ran into a panicked Coco.
Finally locating Charlotte, Coco quickly trotted over. She stopped in front of her, her voice a bit rushed. "Charlotte, where have you been? Mr. Richard had your desk moved away. I couldn’t even stop him."
Finished, she cautiously glanced at Charlotte, tentatively speaking: "Charlotte, you’re not really resigning, are you?"
Hearing this, Charlotte shook her head with a smile. "I’ve just moved offices, no need to be so nervous."
Upon hearing her response, the panic on Coco’s face finally subsided. She patted her chest and said, "You scared me. I thought you were really leaving. It’s good that you’re not."
As though something suddenly crossed her mind, she looked up at Charlotte, somewhat curious. "You chose to move your office for no good reason. Charlotte, did you hear about the gossip from the design team?"
Charlotte fell silent. Seeing this, Coco was convinced that her guess was correct. She rolled up her sleeves and, filled with vigor, turned around.
Charlotte’s heart missed a beat. She quickly reached out and grabbed Coco.
"Where are you going?"
"Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to teach those gossipy people a lesson," Coco declared, grinding her teeth.
Upon hearing this, warmth flooded Charlotte’s heart. She smiled and explained, "You misunderstood. I didn’t move because of what they were saying, but because my current design progress is stuck and Mr. Battleson needs to fully follow up."
As soon as she finished, Coco immediately calmed down. She turned her head and asked, "So...you moved into Mr. Battleson’s office?"
Charlotte nodded, unable to deny it.
Coco’s face instantly fell. She sadly said, "So I have to go to Mr. Battleson’s office whenever I want to find you? But I find Mr. Battleson terrifying."
Charlotte helplessly laughed. "Let’s not discuss this now. I need to tidy up things in the office. Are you coming with me?"
Having said this, Coco sighed, nodding her head.
The two proceeded towards the design department. Long before they reached the office, sarcastically toned discussions flooded their ears.
"Oh, isn’t this the almighty designer, Charlotte? How gracious of you to grace us with your presence," Shyla sarcastically exclaimed, "Did Miss Thompson’s real identity get exposed? Afraid that the Thompson Company will cause trouble and looking to secure your position in advance?"
Charlotte couldn’t care less; she didn’t even deign to glance at her and kept moving forward.
However, how could Coco, with her hot temper, stand this?
She quietly said, "Charlotte, you go ahead and clean up. I’ll wait for you here."
Hearing this, Charlotte knew what Coco intended to do. She frowned and said, "Coco, don’t mind them."
Coco, of course, ignored her advice. She halted her steps, turned around, and glared at Shyla.
"Did someone forget to brush their teeth before leaving home today? The bad breath even made it way over here."
Hearing this, Shyla’s meticulously made-up face twisted: "Coco, how dare you talk to me ??"
Coco, impatient, rummaged through her ear. "I didn’t name names. Why are you in such a hurry to assume it’s about you?"
Shyla was choked with rage, pointing at Coco, unable to utter a word.
"Coco, why are you so anxious, the emperor is in no rush but the eunuch is? Designer Charlotte didn’t say anything, so what are you shouting about?"
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