Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Why Are You Only Coming Back Now?
Nightfall.
After deciding to participate in the show, Lincoln Smith’s handling speed was swift. He immediately sent a document to Charlotte Thompson’s mailbox.
Not only an email, but even another duplicate version of the contract was also sent over promptly.
Placing the milk on the table, Charlotte pulled a chair and sat down, wearing a soft, slick, white chiffon dress with ink-dripping hair draped over her shoulders.
She yawned and casually threw the paper contract onto the table. A computer was placed in front of her. She stretched out her hand to move the mouse and simultaneously clicked open the file sent by Lincoln Smith.
It was a more detailed program introduction than the one that Coco had given her, encompassing the process, rules, and the complete list of participants in the show.
In the column of judges, her name was first.
With a slight raise of her eyebrows, Charlotte read on seriously.
Just as Coco mentioned, the name of the show was "The Birth of Beautiful Clothes", themed around design. Apart from the judges, the participants were all current popular stars in the entertainment industry with some design background and goddess-level actresses.
After nearly half an hour to figure out the main direction of this program, Charlotte stretched her neck and leaned back, lightly sipping a mouthful of milk.
As if remembering something, Charlotte picked up her hand from the table, glanced at the lit screen, which clearly displayed a time.
Eight fifty-nine in the evening.
A dangerous light flashed in her eyes. Charlotte slowly took out the car key from the drawer, her index finger leisurely twirling the key ring, her gaze fixated on the time.
When eight fifty-nine turned into nine o’clock sharp, Charlotte put down the cup, clapped her hands and stood up, strode out of the living room. As she was reaching out to open the door, she slightly lifted her gaze.
She and the man outside, panting heavily, exchanged glances.
Embarrassment filled the air. Jordan Thompson looked helpless, he quickly took out his phone to check the time, and then showed the screen to Charlotte.
With a triumphant smile gracing the corners of his mouth, Jordan pointed at the screen and said, "Look, not a minute more, not a minute less, exactly nine o’clock."
Charlotte: "..."
She rubbed her brow wearily and stepped aside to make room for Jordan, saying, "Come in."
Seeing that she was not holding grudges, a touch of joy crossed Jordan’s face. He quickly nodded, changed his shoes at the door, and briskly walked into the living room.
A faint smell of alcohol lingered on him.
He sat in front of the table. The computer was still on, with the show’s overall direction displayed on the document page.
Just like a dragonfly skimming the water surface, Jordan’s gaze swept across the screen. But when he inadvertently spotted Charlotte’s name, he turned his gaze back, stared at it for a moment, and muttered aloud.
"The Birth of Beautiful Clothes... Sis, when did you start getting interested in variety shows?"
Charlotte, who followed right behind him and sat down on the sofa, replied after hearing his words, "I’m just acting as a judge."
On the far end of the sofa, the paper contract which was somehow taken away by the children, Cyrus Thompson looked at it, sipping his lips in surprise.
There was a soft sound outside the door, following which a tall and straight man figure appeared in Charlotte’s vision.
Charlotte straightened up her body and casually asked, "Why are you only coming back now?"
Upon seeing the man, Jordan sneered lightly and immediately moved a few steps closer to him.