Although it was the celebratory cocktail party at the end of the show, Charlotte Thompson felt that these people were still performing in front of the caras.
Looking around, everyone seed to have found confidants and made friends after the recording of the show, but no one actually knew what it was really like.
The true and false in the entertainnt industry are the hardest to predict.
In fact, Charlotte had not gotten to know many people in the variety show, and since she had no plans to enter the entertainnt industry, she hadn’t been overly friendly with the celebrities and just idly stayed to one side by herself.
To those who ca to curry favor, Charlotte only responded with a slight smile, casually brushing them off.
Charlotte thought the recording of the party wouldn’t last too long, so she was just waiting for it to finish so she could leave imdiately.
However, Charlotte’s gaze had already quietly swept across the entire room.
She was looking for the paparazzo who had sneaked in.
But before Charlotte found him, soone else appeared in front of her.
"I thought Miss Thompson was very popular," Zoe Anne’s voice ca hauntingly.
Because Charlotte was sitting on the sofa, Zoe Anne, looking down at her, had an air of superiority.
Charlotte just pursed her lips with a smile, waiting for Zoe Anne’s next words.
"The way I treated you before, don’t you have anything you want to say to ?" Zoe Anne seed to want to sit next to Charlotte, but after thinking it over, she stopped her movent.
"Are you expecting to scold you? Besides, you’ve apologized," Charlotte inquired casually, her clear, glassy pupils rippling with a serene smile, which made Zoe Anne feel slightly guilty.
"Don’t think I’ll be scared of you just because you’re the Thompson Family’s Miss," Zoe hissed coldly, then handed a champagne glass to Charlotte.
"Charlotte, let’s just call it even with our past issues,"
Charlotte didn’t reach out to take it, just quietly watching Zoe Anne.
Zoe Anne felt sowhat displeased at this attitude, "What, you don’t accept my apology?"
"What if I really don’t accept it?" Charlotte said softly.
"You!"
Zoe Anne’s brows furrowed tightly, "Charlotte, I’ve already been punished, what more do you want? Will you accept it or not?"
As she spoke, Zoe Anne pushed the champagne glass slightly closer to Charlotte.
Seeing Zoe Anne’s sowhat anxious expression, Charlotte was sowhat speechless.
But Charlotte then went along with Zoe Anne’s wish and took the glass.
"Charlotte, I really despise you," Zoe Anne said openly.
Charlotte gently swirled the champagne in the glass, watching the slowly rising bubbles, her lips curving slightly.
"I hope you don’t regret it."
"What did you say?" Charlotte’s words made Zoe Anne sowhat confused, her look towards Charlotte tinged with caution.
Charlotte didn’t answer Zoe Anne’s question but sipped the champagne under Zoe’s watchful eyes.
Noticing Charlotte’s swallowing motion, Zoe seed to sigh in relief.
"I’ve drunk the wine, do you have anything else to say?" Charlotte asked lightly, though her words had a hint of dismissal.
Zoe Anne was irritated by Charlotte’s attitude but didn’t show it on her face, just continued looking at Charlotte with a forced smile.
Charlotte wanted to stand up, but feeling sowhat uncomfortable, couldn’t help but reach up to rub her temples.
Zoe Anne’s eyes brightened, then she leaned slightly closer to Charlotte, "No way, did a few sips of champagne get you drunk? Charlotte, you can’t really handle your alcohol."
Charlotte couldn’t be bothered with Zoe Anne, simply closing her eyes and massaging her brow.
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