Everyone huddled together with Cyrus Thompson, scrutinizing the contract in his hands without blinking.
At these words, Justin Battleson casually draped his jacket over the back of a chair and looked at her with a playful smile. "Working overtime today... oh, what, can’t bear a day apart from me?"
There was a strange, pregnant silence in the living room immediately following these words.
Charlotte Thompson blushed slightly, then coughed lightly to cover her awkwardness. She rose and walked towards the room. As she passed Justin, she tugged at his sleeve and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Come with me, I have something to say."
After saying this, she paused briefly, then left and went towards the study.
Justin, curious, turned and followed her, an inquisitive gleam at the bottom of his eyes.
In the study, Charlotte sat down on the couch first. She glanced at Justin, who was about to close the door, her lips tightened, and a hint of indecision flickering in her eyes.
As the man sat down across from her, he gracefully folded his legs and looked at her worryingly, chuckling softly, "What’s so important that you had to speak to me so seriously?"
His slightly teasing tone perfectly eased the tension.
After thinking for a few seconds, Charlotte spoke with a resigned look. "I’m going to participate in that reality show."
"A reality show?" Justin thought for a while, asking, "Is it the one Lincoln Smith mentioned the other day?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte nodded and said, "I’ve been thinking about it for a few days. Fame is usually fleeting. Once the show has had its run and the hype has died down, it will be forgotten."
She paused slightly, smiling. "Producer Smith offered me a generous salary. I can make a lot of money, which is not bad at all." Content originally comes from Nove1Fire.net
Once she finished speaking, she looked up at Justin, observing his face.
Upon hearing this, a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes, "Being on a show is too high-profile. You are bound to become the subject of idle gossip. Don’t you always say that you hate trouble?"
"I’m not afraid of being high-profile." Charlotte laughed and coaxed, "Besides, even if someone did target me, you’ll be there, right?"
At her words, Justin’s eyes flashed with admiration and surprise.
This seemed to be the first time since he had known Charlotte for so long that she spoke to him in such a tone.
For some reason, Justin, whose heart already stirred, put up a front and tried to tease Charlotte.
"But what if something irreversible happens when I let my guard down a little?""
His tone was undeniably playful.
Charlotte wrinkled her nose, looked up at him, almost instantaneously, a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes as she looked mockingly at him.
"Hmm? What did you say?"
The sound of her voice was clearly different from the playful tone she had just a moment ago. It was a drastic difference.
Her face changed, it was like a split-personality.
Looking at her expression, Justin stopped his antics and smiled, flicking his lips, "Just joking...I promise to follow you throughout the process."
As his words fell, Charlotte relaxed, she leaned back on the couch and murmured cheerfully.
"That’s more like it."
Across from her, a man softly traced his thin lips with his index finger, his gaze focused on Charlotte, his eyes filled with laughter.