The result was that her white dress turned gray, and her black heels were covered in mud.
She rode back to the set, and after the judges and guests took their seats, the filming continued.
The creative drafts were still laid out in front of the guests, but this ti, the countdown tir on the big screen was extended significantly.
Leisurely uncapping a bottle of mineral water and having a few sips, she found herself bored idle in her chair for a while. Ti flew by quickly, and it was soon lunch break.
As filming had just ended and before she could leave, a man dressed in a suit suddenly appeared on the set.
He seed unfamiliar, but he was carrying bags full of stuff, distributing them to whoever he ca across.
The guests and crew who received the items turned their heads to look at Charlotte Thompson, their eyes filled with curious expressions.
Charlotte was a little taken aback, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
That wasn’t all. Next, more than a dozen catering trucks, dessert carts, and beverage carts arrived in succession, too many to count.
By her side, Coco handed Charlotte a small cake, exclaiming with delight, "I must say, the producer’s cooking skills are amazing, he can even make a simple little cake taste heavenly."
Coco savored a bite of the cake, only then noticing the bustling food trucks not far away.
She was surprised, "Sis, how co I don’t know we have these in our program?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte was also puzzled and shook her head, "I didn’t know either."
The next mont, Coco couldn’t contain her desire for gossip. After swallowing the cake in one bite, she darted over to find out more.
After a few minutes, Coco ca back looking astonished, still unable to comprehend what was going on.
Seeing Charlotte, her eyes were full of bewildernt.
"Sis, I asked those guys, they said... all these things were prepared by you and sent over."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
When was it that she prepared these things?
...
Inside one of the catering trucks, a man in a suit leisurely took out his mobile phone and answered a call.
On the other end, an office brightly lit.
Justin Battleson held a phone to his ear, an anticipation in his voice that he himself couldn’t detect, "How did it go? How did she react?"
The man standing next to the catering truck was none other than Michael Richard, who was trying not to be noticed by Charlotte.
The man snapped his fingers, and then said with a raised eyebrow, "Mr. Battleson, I just had soone check on how Miss Thompson’s shoot in the bamboo forest went. It seems everything’s going smoothly, so there’s no need to worry."
Upon hearing this, the anxiety in Justin’s heart gradually subsided. He nodded, leaned back, a hint of contemplation in his eyes before he asked, "Michael, do you think... she will forgive if I do this?"
Upon hearing this, Michael’s corner of the mouth twitched a bit.
The renowned Mr. Battleson was trying to earn his wife’s forgiveness by bringing in more than a dozen catering trucks, dessert and beverage carts, and providing various thoughtful services under Charlotte’s na.
This tactic of advertising herself as the generous benefactor ca as quite a shock to Michael at first.
If it were the old Justin, Michael would never believe he could do such a thing.
But ever since Charlotte ca into the picture, Michael felt that whatever Justin does is not surprising when it cos to her. No matter how uncharacteristic, he would regard it as normal.
Only after instructing him over and over again on the phone, did Justin hang up.
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