"She’s nothing more than a little goldfish."
"Moreover, whether this little goldfish will eventually be eaten by so big fish remains unknown~"
Charlotte Thompson spoke softly.
Zara Ward sighed helplessly, "Why are you starting to play guessing gas with ? You know perfectly well I hate all these cryptic riddles."
The next mont, Charlotte abruptly changed the topic without warning:
"Then, do you think a chiffon gown with a flowing hemline would look better paired with a cinched belt or a decorative brooch?"
Charlotte and Zara chatted about it for a while. In the end, they still couldn’t decide on Charlotte’s hesitant choice, so they agreed to et up soti to continue the discussion.
Later, as if she had recalled sothing amusing, Charlotte grabbed her folder and walked out of the office.
"Everyone should have arrived by now."
...
On the other side.
Teddy Carter, caught in a swirl of anxiety, arrived at the company, determined to confront Florienna Ellis face-to-face about the manuscript.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to carry on with his life.
But when he entered the designer’s office, he discovered Florienna wasn’t at her workstation. He asked a nearby colleague but was told they didn’t know where she went.
They ntioned that Florienna had been frequently disappearing lately, sotis even skipping half a day of work. Soone even joked that if anyone knew where Florienna had gone, it should surely be Teddy.
Teddy’s expression grew darker.
"Designer Carter, you’ve been standing there for ages. Is sothing wrong?"
It wasn’t until Charlotte’s voice rang out that Teddy was jolted from his spiral of self-reproach.
Everything had already been lined up—he just needed Teddy to take the bait. Then everything would fall into place seamlessly.
Teddy rubbed his nose, instinctively avoiding Charlotte’s gaze. "Nothing. I just wanted to discuss sothing with Florienna, but couldn’t find her."
Ever since he started suspecting the design manuscript, Teddy couldn’t help but feel guilty when facing Charlotte, let alone imagine she’d voluntarily start a conversation with him.
Shouldn’t this be more of a "die without ever crossing paths again" kind of dynamic?
"Oh, looking for Florienna? I just saw her. She should be in Mr. Robbins’ office. Why don’t you try there?"
Charlotte blinked deliberately, subtly guiding him.
If he went to George Robbins’ office, he was bound to see everything he wanted to see.
But Teddy didn’t take the bait and instead nodded lightly to her in thanks, "Thanks. If she’s with Mr. Robbins, she’s probably discussing work. I’ll wait here for her to co back."
Still, Teddy’s thoughts turned heavier. He understood Florienna all too well.
Right now, he desperately wanted to make their relationship public, but Florienna never agreed. At first, Teddy thought she was just shy, but over ti, he began to sense sothing more.
Charlotte’s gaze shifted slightly, and she let out a soft laugh. "I initially thought I could slack a little and have Designer Carter deliver these docunts to Mr. Robbins for , but it looks like I’ll have to make the trip myself."
As she said this, she even displayed an air of exasperation, secretly plotting to steer him upstairs by any ans necessary.
She was rather curious—what would happen when those three scheming individuals found themselves in a showdown? What sort of reactions would ensue?
If her plan were to fail, it would be a terrible sha.
"If there are any docunts you need sent, just give them to . I was going to head over there anyway, so go ahead and take care of other things."
Teddy hesitated for a while before politely taking the folder from her.
This sudden change in his attitude surprised Charlotte slightly, making her lips curl into a light smile.
The plan had clearly just started, yet it already seed to be yielding results?
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