Who among them didn’t desire wealth and status, Ryan Richard was even more anxious than Emily Allen.
Moreover, his identity wasn’t just any relative of Charlotte Thompson—he was Charlotte Thompson’s ex-boyfriend.
Ryan Richard had fantasized countless nights about Charlotte returning to his side, and him becoming the son-in-law of the Thompson Family, rapidly rising through the ranks.
However, every ti he awoke from his dreams, he could only see Emily Allen beside him and the dilapidated house around him.
How could Ryan Richard be content with that?
Sotis, he even regretted, if he had focused on Charlotte back then, would the outco be different now?
"Since you know I’m anxious, we should go find Charlotte even faster,"
Emily Allen’s words cut through Ryan Richard’s reminiscence.
He lowered his head to look at Emily Allen’s anxious expression, his mind involuntarily recalling Charlotte’s cool and beautiful visage. He even felt a sense of revulsion as he retracted his hand from Emily Allen’s shoulder.
"It’s only one night. We can wait, and besides, we can think about what to say when we see Charlotte tomorrow,"
Emily hesitated for a mont, seemingly persuaded by Ryan Richard’s words, and finally nodded, "Alright, I’ll listen to you."
Ryan Richard’s lips curled into a smile.
The thought of soon returning to the days of being the young master of the Richard Family made Ryan Richard’s heart surge with excitent.
...
"Sister Charlotte?" Coco looked at Charlotte Thompson in front of her with a hint of surprise.
It was only then that Charlotte Thompson snapped back to reality, "What’s wrong?"
"Sister Charlotte, you ask what’s wrong—if that was hot water, what would have happened to your hand?"
As she spoke, Coco turned off the water dispenser while Charlotte just realized that the cup she had been filling was already full, and even the cold water had started to spill over.
"I was lost in thought and didn’t notice," Charlotte coughed lightly.
"Sister Charlotte, ever since you ca back from the TV station, you have been distracted. Are you still thinking about Emily Allen’s matter?"
Coco had noticed that Charlotte’s mood had been off since she saw Emily Allen at the TV station.
"It’s not all about Emily’s issue,"
Charlotte took a paper towel from the side, dried the water droplets off her hands, and sat down at the table.
"Actually, I’m still considering the cooperation with XTZ,"
"I rember you contacted the designer there before, right? Is there any problem?" Coco inquired.
"You could say it’s a matter of different beliefs and cultural differences," Charlotte’s brow furrowed.
The cooperation wasn’t rely between two brands but two countries.
Charlotte had considered many plans and drafts before, which were also rejected during the chat with XTZ’s designers.
Upon reflection, it was Charlotte herself who had overlooked sothing. She was intent on incorporating her own country’s culture into the designs, but she had forgotten a crucial premise of this project.
Cooperation.
They could not stray from XTZ’s original style, but this lead to a weird clash when the two very different styles t.
This had been troubling Charlotte for the past few days.
How to maintain XTZ’s original style while integrating their elents?
While Charlotte was pondering this, Coco had already spoken up.
"Sister Charlotte, you should wait until tomorrow to think about this. It’s ti to get off work now," Coco said.
Charlotte glanced at the ti, then turned her head to look at Coco, who was busy packing up, and asked with suspicion.
"Why do I feel like you’ve been very eager to leave work lately?"
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