After ordering, Justin Battleson handed the nu to the waiter, then looked at Charlotte Thompson. He nodded slightly and smiled, "Why didn’t you accept?"
Across the table, Charlotte stretched in satisfaction and smiled lazily, turning her gaze towards the window.
The sun was about to set outside the window, its golden light pouring into the city. The sweetness perated the air and seeped in through the window gaps.
Charlotte curled her lips slightly, a mysterious emotion flashed across her eyes. After a long pause, she shrugged, let out a chuckle and retorted, "Why should I accept? To enter the entertainnt industry or to pursue fa?"
It sounded like a rhetorical question. Justin, understanding the implications, did not respond, simply watching her silently as she continued.
Charlotte crossed her arms and continued, "Being high-profile in the entertainnt industry is like guarding against scandal or paparazzi every night, or even every few hours."
At this point, she paused slightly, sighed, and shook her head, "I have both good and bad sides, I don’t want to hide them all, but if this exposure cos with such a price, I’d rather be a common person. I don’t want to get involved with anything related to the entertainnt industry, even if I’ve already experienced massive setback like Joy."
The dishes began to arrive one after the other. Charlotte moved the napkin in front of her to one side and continued, "Even if it’s just a variety show, even just being a judge, I don’t want to."
For her, the entertainnt industry echoed too strongly with the internet. If the winds of online public opinion changed, she would be led by the nose.
She didn’t want to live that way.
Upon her finishing, Justin was silent for a few seconds.
He had guessed earlier but hearing these words from Charlotte at that mont still sent shockwaves through his heart.
He nodded and said lowly, "I understand, let’s eat."
Since she didn’t want to participate, he would do everything to protect her.
...
Two days later.
Charlotte caught up with her design schedule. She felt a bit relieved thinking about it.
She grouped all her ideas together and managed to sketch out the look of the design in her mind.
On the other side, Justin, sitting at his desk, looked at the delighted look on her face, couldn’t help but curved his lips and smiled "What makes you so happy?"
Hearing this, Charlotte’s eyes lit up and she replied, "My design ...."
Before she could finish, a light knocking sound was heard at the office door.
It was different from the hustling and bustling knocking of Michael Richard, reminding them vaguely of sothing.
Charlotte looked over in confusion and said, "I will open the door."
Justin turned his head and nodded in agreent.
Outside the door, as soon as Charlotte opened it, she saw a nervous Coco.
Seeing that it was Charlotte who opened the door, Coco was relieved, hurriedly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Sis, I’m not going in, I don’t have anything important, I just wanted to know if you might reconsider the variety show offer?"
Two days had passed since the last ti she heard about it, and Charlotte had almost forgotten.
She blinked her eyes and asked Coco, "Reconsider what? Didn’t you reject it already?"
"Oh sis, obviously you know what I ant!" Coco beca a bit anxious, continuing, "I might have refused, but didn’t that producer Mr. Zhang co to see you personally? That proves whether I reject it or not doesn’t matter."
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