The suit he hadn’t worn for a long time looked out of place on him, time had indeed left marks on him, his shaky figure could be seen from behind.
Upon entering the company building, Ethan Allen seemed rather awkward.
People around him were giving him curious looks, Ethan Allen responded uncomfortably, hastily moving towards the reception desk.
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Ethan Allen observed his surroundings and cautiously returned the greeting.
Finally unable to hold back her curiosity, the receptionist looked at him strangely. Ethan Allen did not beat around the bush and said directly: "I’m here to see your boss, Charlotte Thompson. I’m her father."
The receptionist was almost stunned, looking at him blankly.
Feeling as though he was being doubted, Ethan Allen was somewhat annoyed and attempted to take the phone, saying: "I’ll call her myself."
The receptionist had no choice but to protect her phone.
"I will call for you, I will call for you." During this, she couldn’t help but keep looking at Ethan Allen with suspicion.
On the other end, Coco picked up the call, looking somewhat nervous.
She glance at Charlotte Thompson, who was in a meeting in the conference room, and said: "Please appease him first, Sister Charlotte is in a meeting."
On the other end, Coco finally hung up the call, but her unease did not fade.
She clenched her phone, hoping for the meeting to end soon.
The phone rang again. It was the receptionist urging her to hurry, clearly unable to handle Ethan Allen.
Coco had no choice but to reluctantly enter the conference room.
"Sorry." She interrupted everyone’s conversation, facing Charlotte Thompson’s surprised gaze, she walked over to her.
She whispered something in her ear, till Charlotte Thompson’s face turned pale.
After a long while, she said: "You can leave first. I’ll come over when I’m done."
After Coco left, Charlotte Thompson was still taken aback, holding her chin with both hands, looking terrified.
The employees of the design department looked at her, glancing at each other uneasily, not knowing what to do.
As soon as the meeting was over, Charlotte Thompson hurried back to her office.
"He should have left." She looked at her phone, saw no calls from Coco, and assured herself.
The next second, Coco rushed in anxiously: "Sister Charlotte, he won’t leave. He insists on seeing you."
Charlotte Thompson’s gaze hardened, and she couldn’t help but sneer.
He had rather given up on her and not acknowledged her at all, and now he had come on his own, uninvited.
"What should we do? Sister Charlotte, shall I call security to send him away?"
After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte Thompson finally decided. She knew she had to face the fact that he was her father.
She looked at Coco and compromised: "Tell him to wait for me at the café, I’ll meet him."
Coco didn’t understand and objected: "Sister Charlotte, that man looks strange, he might do something to you..."
"It’s okay, go ahead."
Charlotte Thompson was firm, there must be a reason why Ethan Allen dared to come himself. If she didn’t go, he would surely create more trouble. It was better to solve it sooner.
Coco understood and quickly called the receptionist, arranging for Ethan Allen to meet at the café next to the company.
Charlotte Thompson sighed, stood up, and got ready to leave.
Coco looked nervous and tried to stop her, "Sister Charlotte, if you don’t want to go, we can tell Mr. Battleson, he will surely have a way..."
Charlotte Thompson was calm, gently pushing Coco’s hand away. Some things, she had to solve herself.
"It’s okay, Coco, don’t tell him yet."
Coco wanted to say something but was silenced by Charlotte Thompson’s gaze.
When they got downstairs, the receptionist quickly came over to report, "Sister Charlotte, the meeting is set. He has gone to the café and insists that he won’t leave until he sees you."