The next day, Justin Battleson still wouldn’t allow Charlotte Thompson to go to the film set, insisting on keeping her by his side.
After Justin pulled Charlotte into Vanguard Jewelry, he did provide her with a comfortably lavish lounge.
A small refrigerator in the corner piqued her interest.
She walked over and opened the fridge door. On the top shelf lay several brands of bread she liked, all of them fresh. They must have been specially prepared for her arrival here.
Her phone suddenly rang, and the ringtone resonated in the spacious lounge, breaking the silence.
"Charlotte, is there sothing special happening today? We’ve got the set ready here, you need to get here ASAP."
Apart from this call, the call records showed that the production team had called her twice before. For so reason, she had not answered them.
"Okay, I’ll be there soon."
Charlotte attempted to twist the door handle of the room. The door was not locked, and within the next mont, she was standing in the hallway.
"Justin?"
She called out tentatively, but there was no reply.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window of an office ahead, she could faintly discern Justin hunched over a computer desk.
"How did you get here?"
Seeing her, Justin seed quite surprised.
"The door wasn’t locked, so I left." Charlotte raised her phone, "I got a call from the set just now, saying ti is running out, I have to rush over."
"Running out of ti?" Justin furrowed his brows in response.
"Yes."
He pondered for a few seconds, then called his chauffeur: "Take her there."
Like the crew on set, Coco was eagerly anticipating her arrival, already waiting at the entrance as the car pulled up.
"Hurry and get your make-up done, everything’s prepared for you." Coco helped Charlotte out of the car.
Only after seeing Charlotte safely enter the set, did the nanny car drive away from the studio.
"You saw the news last night, right? Close your eyes."
Charlotte lightly closed her eyes, allowing Coco to apply make-up to her face.
"Hmm." she simply responded.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now. Did you check out the comnt section, it was bustling."
Still imrsed in thoughts about Evelyn Curtis’s whereabouts, Charlotte chanically nodded.
"I was really worried for you, fretting over how to handle this. But everything seems calm today."
No matter how animatedly Coco spoke, Charlotte just forced a small smile at the corners of her lips, pretending to be happy.
"You don’t seem in a good mood today."
Coco finally noticed her unusual behavior.
"Huh? I... I’m fine."
No matter what she said, Coco would only see it as an excuse.
"Tell , what’s really going on."
Charlotte’s eyes fell to the floor.
"Evelyn Curtis, she’s missing."
"What?" A wave of chill perated Coco’s body, her voice trembling as she spoke again.
"She’s missing? Where could she have gone?"
"Justin and my older brother are already helping to find her. There’s just no news yet."
She bit her colorless lower lip gently to hide the fear in her heart.
"It’s okay, we’re all with you."
Despite her reassurances, the image of Evelyn putting Charlotte in a life-and-death situation once popped into Coco’s mind.
They were almost parted by life and death.
This ti it was Charlotte comforting Coco, "Don’t worry too much. I have people protecting , and many others looking for her. Nothing like what happened last ti will occur."
While they were talking, the voice of the director could be heard from outside the make-up room, "Are you two done yet? It’s ti to go on set!"
"We’re coming!"
Charlotte’s voice sounded much more cheerful.
"Let’s go, we should head over."
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