Soon, Charlotte Thompson and Coco arrived at the recording venue, only to notice quite a few people were already waiting outside the broadcasting hall.
Charlotte paused for a mont, thinking to herself that she wasn’t late. So why were so many people standing outside the broadcasting hall? The deputy director of the variety show was even present among the crowd indoors.
Charlotte furrowed her brows, wondering if there was an issue.
Just as Charlotte was contemplating this, the people outside the broadcasting hall spotted her and made their way towards her.
"Miss Thompson, you are finally here."
The deputy director was the first one to approach Charlotte with a pleasant smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were all piled up.
"Deputy Director, is there a problem?" Charlotte asked, scanning the few people at the front before pausing for a mont.
"No, no, how could there be? Please proceed to the makeup room, Miss Thompson, we will call on you if needed."
The deputy director kept shaking his head, signaling a junior assistant to lead Charlotte to the makeup room.
"No need for all the fuss, I can find my own way there." Charlotte felt that the deputy director was being a bit too enthusiastic.
She gestured with her hand, ready to head towards the makeup room, but the deputy director stopped her.
"Miss Thompson, your makeup room isn’t over there. Co with ."
The deputy director promptly explained, then turned around to guide the way.
Charlotte, with a mind full of confusion, clearly rembered the direction of her previous makeup room.
But upon second thoughts, she hadn’t been to the broadcasting hall for a month and suspected there might have been changes in the layout and decor.
Charlotte then followed the deputy director but her brow furrowed as she walked into the makeup room she was directed to.
The room was visibly carefully arranged, nothing like the makeup rooms she had used before when participating in shows, even going as far as to say it was distinctly different.
Not only was there a sofa, but there was also a separate sleeping room with a variety of fruits and drinks placed on the table.
"Miss Thompson, you can wait here," the Deputy Director said with a smile.
But standing at the doorway, Charlotte gave no indication of wanting to enter. She turned her head, her cool gaze sweeping over the deputy director’s face.
"Why haven’t I seen other judges? Am I the only one yet here?"
A hint of embarrassnt appeared on the deputy director’s face: "Not at all, the other ntors are resting in their makeup rooms."
"Then please, Deputy Director, accompany ."
Charlotte spoke in a soft voice, even smiling politely at the corner of her mouth.
She wore light makeup today, but to match her dress, she chose a deep-colored lipstick which made people feel an irresistible sense of dignity when looking at her.
The deputy director felt a chill running up from the bottom of his feet as he looked at her.
"In fact, I have so questions for the other judges," Charlotte said with a light laugh.
"This..."
The deputy director showed so hesitation on his face.
"Is there another problem?"
By this ti, how could Charlotte not understand the intention of the show staff?
The special treatnts were just because of her identity as Miss Thompson from Thompson family, right?
She had seen a lot of flattering and bootlicking people, but this was the first ti soone treated her like this.
Seeing that the deputy director made no move, Charlotte just nodded at him and exchanged a glance with Coco before making her way to the original makeup room.
It was then that the deputy director ca to his senses and followed her hastily.
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