"Darn it, I think I left the documents I brought in the makeup room."
Charlotte Thompson smacked her head in annoyance, then turned to look at Justin Battleson.
"You wait here for me, I’ll go get the documents."
Upon noticing this, Justin stepped forward to follow, "I’ll go with you."
But Charlotte shook her head, "No need, I’ll be back soon."
Seeing the concern in Justin’s gaze, Charlotte gently rotated him around and nudged him towards the car.
"Don’t worry, it’s just fetching a file. I’m not a child."
With that, Charlotte didn’t bother waiting for a reply from Justin, and walked straight back to the broadcast hall. Read complete version only at NoveIꜰire.net
As he watched Charlotte’s retreating figure, Justin couldn’t help but shake his head.
At this time, his phone rang, and the caller was Cyrus Thompson.
However, when he picked up, several other little faces were squeezed on the screen.
"Dad, have you heard from Mommy?" The first one to speak was Grace Thompson.
"Your mommy went to fetch some documents. She’ll be back soon," Justin replied, patient and serious.
"Then you guys come back quickly. We’re all waiting for you to have dinner," Hank Thompson’s voice came, his head sticking out into the kitchen with a look of anticipation.
"Why haven’t you had dinner yet?" A slight frown creased Justin’s brow.
"Because we’re waiting for you and Mommy to come back and eat," Grace’s voice filled with a slight childish tone, as if she was acting coquettishly.
In both appearance and personality, Grace was the most like Charlotte. Her lively and quirky demeanor made her a favorite wherever she went.
Justin was no exception. The first time he saw Grace, he was very fond of this little girl.
At that time, he didn’t even know Grace was his daughter.
Now that he knew, he cherished her even more.
"Alright, I’ll bring your mommy back soon," Justin said, nodding.
Just as Justin was on the phone with the kids, Charlotte returned to the makeup room on the other end.
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the still open makeup room’s door. She was worried earlier that the staff might have locked up and left by this time.
However, when she walked in, she realized that the person inside the makeup room was Zoe Anne.
She seemed to have another segment to do next and didn’t need to leave, so she was touching up her makeup in the room.
"What a lack of manners, not even knowing there’s someone inside?"
The assistant beside Zoe, annoyed by Charlotte’s abrupt entrance, turned her head and noticed Charlotte.
Zoe also noticed Charlotte through the makeup mirror. She turned around, her glare, hostile.
Charlotte ignored Zoe’s glare and began scanning the room. Soon, she spotted the documents on the makeup table.
"Charlotte? What are you doing here?" Zoe stood up and looked at Charlotte.
"Sorry, I left a document here."
As she spoke, Charlotte moved to reach for the document. To her surprise, Zoe quickly snatched it away.
Charlotte retracted her hand, her expression cool as she looked at Zoe.
"Miss Anne, please return my belongings."
Charlotte spoke up. She needed to return quickly because Justin was still waiting for her.
But evidently, Zoe wasn’t keen on letting Charlotte off easily.
"Who knows whether or not these documents are yours? What if they belong to someone else? What will you do if you steal them?"
With that, Zoe was ready to open the document bag in front of Charlotte.
However, Charlotte’s cold voice echoed through the room.
"Miss Anne, this is our company’s design secret. What you’re doing could be against the law."