Justin Battleson’s gaze deepened slightly as he looked up at the small villa in front of him, with the thick, light-colored curtains pulled tightly shut.
It was peacefully silent, without any sign of movent, suggesting that the owner had not yet woken up.
He chuckled, "I’m downstairs."
A second, two seconds...
Charlotte Thompson’s blurry thoughts were finally awakened.
She shot up from her seat with a startled look in her eyes and an involuntarily raised voice.
She glanced at the ti; it was not yet seven.
"You’re downstairs now!?"
Justin Battleson nonchalantly responded with a "Hmm," reminding her, "I already inford you last night that I’d be taking you to the company for orientation this morning, but you cut off."
Like being hit over the head with a sledgehamr, Charlotte vaguely recalled Justin ntioning it, but she hadn’t heard him clearly.
After hanging up the phone, she hastily got out of bed and quickly packed her things before going downstairs.
Due to ti constraints, she had hastily pulled on a black ankle-length dress and slipped into black low-heels.
The casually tied hair and her delicate, makeup-free face were equally alluring.
She stood in front of the man, panting, and after she had managed to regulate her breathing, she forced a composed smile.
"Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Battleson."
Justin Battleson looked at the woman before him, slightly stunned, but he regained his composure within a few seconds.
Corner of his lips slightly upturned, he quietly said, "Get in the car."
In less than half an hour, they arrived at the company.
Since both had arrived ho late the previous night and had gotten up very early, they had not had a chance to check their phones, and were completely unaware of the news that had been intensifying online.
Charlotte’s phone was vibrating non-stop in her bag. As she stepped into the lobby, she impatiently pulled it out and turned it off without even a glance.
It was probably just a bunch of junk news notifications, anyway.
On her first day at Vanguard Jewelry, she needed to make a good impression.
Having attracted much attention at the jewelry competition, she knew she was now a focus of attention.
If she did well, everyone would be overjoyed, but if she ssed up, she would beco a target for criticism.
While she had BK’s patronage and wasn’t afraid of anything, she decided to keep a low profile this ti and wouldn’t reveal her relationship with BK unless absolutely necessary.
Justin Battleson walked slightly ahead, sowhat acting as the host, he personally accompanied Charlotte to the personnel departnt.
Actually, he just wanted to spend more ti with her.
But since it was his company and his territory, whatever reason he gave would ultimately be up to him, right?
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Charlotte, after weighing her options, tactfully voiced, "Mr. Battleson, if you’re busy, you can just assign a colleague to show around. There’s no need for you to take the trouble."
Her words were understated, but the underlying ssage was clear.
Justin Battleson went along with what she said, but did not agree.
"Miss Thompson, you’re being too formal. We are honored to have the senior designer Joy join Riley Group, and as the group’s president, it’s my duty to show hospitality."
He paused, his eyes obscure, "Furthermore, Miss Thompson, you are a distinguished figure, a rare talent, who should be treasured."
Even though his words were quite commonplace, spoken from Justin’s mouth, they unexpectedly carried a hint of sentint.
And an inexplicable... ambiguity?
Charlotte frowned slightly, feeling sothing was off, but she was still unclear about his intention.
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