Chapter 948: Chapter 948: You Should Know Me, Right?
Zara Ward nodded.
Charlotte Thompson had thought that Zara Ward would show her a regular show dress, and hadn’t expected to directly see the finale outfit.
"If we can’t bring out full sincerity, how could we get Miss Thompson to trust and collaborate with us?" Zara Ward’s eyes sparkled.
Listensing, Charlotte extended her hand toward Zara Ward, "Then, here’s to a pleasant collaboration!"
"A pleasant collaboration." Zara Ward smiled.
Suddenly, it seemed that Zara Ward had thought of something and snapped her fingers, "Oh, there’s one more thing."
Zara Ward then hurriedly turned around, seemingly looking for something.
After a while, Zara Ward brought over a notebook, which made Charlotte wonder if it was some valuable journal?
"Ahem, Miss Thompson, could you please..."
Zara Ward stood in front of Charlotte, flipping open the notebook in her hand.
Charlotte listened attentively and looked at the notebook, but what she saw was a blank page.
Just as Charlotte felt puzzled, Zara Ward handed her a pen.
"Help me sign this."
...
After leaving Melissa Tanner’s studio, Charlotte looked through the booklet in her hands, which was a gift from Zara Ward, featuring clothing and accessories designed by the studio.
Each page of the booklet was made of embroidery, which made Charlotte respect Zara Ward even more.
Reaching the last page, Charlotte somewhat reluctantly closed the booklet.
"Oh, did you find what I asked you to check on?" Charlotte inquired.
Coco nodded repeatedly. "It’s all checked, that draft was indeed plagiarized."
This answer was within Charlotte’s expectations, and she lightly nodded.
"I can’t believe there’s such a despicable person in the company."
Unable to hold back, Coco spoke out, "But Sister Charlotte, why isn’t such a person immediately dismissed, yet kept around?"
"It’s, of course, to lay a long line to catch a big fish," Charlotte said nonchalantly.
Coco listened, somewhat understanding.
The two returned to the company, Coco went to park in the underground garage, and Charlotte, unwilling to take the long route, got out early, intending to enter through the main entrance.
However, before Charlotte could even enter the company, she felt a gaze constantly on her back.
Charlotte’s brows furrowed, almost instinctively turning her head. She saw a man standing not too far away.
The man was wearing sunglasses, making it hard for Charlotte to see his face.
No matter who this person was, as Charlotte stared at him, it gave her a chilling feeling.
Feeling uneasy, Charlotte began to retreat. Just as she was about to turn and leave, the man took off his sunglasses, revealing a familiar face.
It was Oliver Battleson, whom she had seen not long ago.
Charlotte paused, was Oliver Battleson here waiting for Justin?
While Charlotte hesitated, Oliver Battleson stepped forward.
"Charlotte, you... You know me, don’t you?"
From Oliver Battleson’s expression, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was somewhat nervous.
Charlotte looked at Oliver Battleson; although she didn’t have a good impression of him, he was after all an elder, and she wouldn’t neglect the proper manners.
"Mr. Battleson." Initially, Charlotte wanted to call him uncle, but on second thoughts, she changed it.
Fortunately, Oliver Battleson wasn’t particular about the form of address; he coughed, shifting his gaze away.
Assuming that Oliver Battleson was there to see Justin, she quietly observed him, waiting for him to continue speaking.