Chapter 685: Chapter 685: To Please
After listening to Coco’s lengthy account, Charlotte Thompson fell silent for a few seconds, with a glimmer of uncertainty flashing through her eyes.
On the other hand, a woman with a work badge around her neck plopped down in a chair, casually picking up a glass of juice on the table for a sip.
With her legs crossed and her face plastered with thick makeup, it seemed like the powder would fall off in chunks every time she moved her mouth.
She smacked her lips, glanced down at the few ice cubes left at the bottom of her juice glass, a smirk in her eyes.
Setting the glass aside, she slowly straightened out her uniform, and then leaned back against the chair.
Folding her arms across her chest, she looked at the woman across from her in the same uniform and scoffed, "It’s really eye-opening how this Charlotte goes out of her way to please the crew and guests."
Upon hearing this, the woman across laboriously tied her loose hair into a low ponytail and casually responded, "Who knows what she’s planning, I just looked at the replay of the live stream in the bamboo forest."
She flashed a look of disgust in her eyes and stated, "Zoe Anne was pushed so far back by her, falling flat on her butt. Even though I was a bit far away, it was painful to watch."
"Yeah right." another woman leaned in and continued conspiratorially, "I came in a little earlier this morning, and Zoe Anne even asked me where Charlotte Thompson’s dressing room was."
"I kindly pointed her in the right direction."
She paused slightly and laughed, "Then she seemed to have marched up to Charlotte’s dressing room with her assistant. The two likely had a disagreement, that’s why Charlotte was so annoyed and took it out on Zoe Anne in the bamboo forest."
Full of cold drinks and desserts taken from the car on the table in front of them, the woman sarcastically said while eating, "Maybe Charlotte only realized the scuffle was live after ending the stream, that’s why she’s doing all this to appease us?"
"Moreover, like Zoe Anne, who always lives in luxury, would she accept such a thing? I think Charlotte’s tricks are not going to work this time."
They looked at each other knowingly, all seeing mirrored cynical feelings in each other’s eyes.
The air was quiet for a few seconds, the previously sipping staff member codependently mentioned, "I’m now even more curious about what’s going to happen. Although Charlotte has the title of a designer, the name Joy is only considered legendary in Ashton."
She paused for a moment and ambiguously smiled, "In Druarus, this name is considered to be quite obscure. Compared to Zoe Anne, a hugely popular star with a rich background and resources, how can a plain Jane like her stand up against Zoe Anne?"
Each person’s voice was filled with mockery and amusement as if they sincerely looked forward to seeing Charlotte’s ensuing drama unfold.
The laughter subsided, an older staff member chuckled and said, "Get back to work once you’ve had your fill, otherwise, if we keep talking, we may end up in hot water with producer Smith."
They all knew how protective Lincoln Smith was of Charlotte.
They grumbled in response, then collectively rose from their seats.
But none of them noticed that a man had just flitted past behind a pillar not too far away.
Michael Richard leaned against the pillar, a slight frown creased his brow as he heard the discussion. He then took out his phone, going through his call history to dial a number.