Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Unwilling to Admit
After reading the comments on Weibo, Charlotte Thompson’s eyes seemed to lose their light. She chose not to engage with the comments anymore.
She had already said what she needed to say.
She forcefully pushed down the mess in her mind and began to amend the design drafts with her head bowed.
She haphazardly added some strokes to it, but after some thought, she felt it was inappropriate, so she erased them.
She amended it a dozen times back and forth, but still couldn’t attain the effect she wanted.
Charlotte put down the pen restlessly and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her throbbing forehead.
When she was in Ashton, due to the Thompson family relationships, she frequently mingled with the queen. They naturally became acquainted, and because they’re of similar age—though the queen was a few years older—they thought alike.
Now that she was specially selected to come up with the design, she had to do it well. However, she felt she invested too much time in considering the queen’s preferences, which made it hard for her to finalize the design plans.
All these worries naturally became stumbling blocks for good design.
Recognizing her own restlessness, Charlotte reluctantly stood up from her chair, poured herself a glass of water, and pensively paced around the office, her hands clutching the cup.
The weather outside was gloomy, with massive dark clouds gathering from who knows when.
It seemed a storm was brewing.
Charlotte had a sip of the water and leaned against the window, looking out at the somewhat desolate scenery, her mind wandering.
While she was zoning out, the office door was knocked, somewhat breaking the atmosphere.
Her thoughts were quickly pulled back. She walked up and put down the glass, before finally opening the door.
A man in a suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, stood straight outside.
He had a smooth, satisfied smile on his face.
Charlotte greeted him politely with a nod: "Mr. Richard, what can I do for you?"
Upon hearing this, Michael Richard pushed his glasses up, neither submissive nor arrogant, he said: "Miss Thompson, Mr. Battleson asked me to invite you over."
In fact, upon seeing Michael Richard himself, Charlotte already had an inkling of what he wanted.
She closed her eyes with a hint of irritation, "Mr. Richard, as you know, my design schedule is tight, and it’s almost time to get off work, so I can’t spare the time to go there now."
At her words, there was a momentary pause from Michael Richard. His astute eyes flickered with contemplation, then looking earnestly at Charlotte, he said, "Miss Thompson, this is a task assigned to me by Mr. Battleson."
"So what?" Charlotte didn’t want to say more. She attempted to close the door, only for Michael Richard to react fast and prop up the door with his elbow.
Charlotte, with nothing better to do, looked at him patiently, "Mr. Richard, let me put it this way, I don’t want to go."
Michael Richard was not surprised, after hearing her words, he nodded understandingly, "I can see that, Miss Thompson, do not make it difficult for me."
Having said so much, Charlotte was momentarily taken aback.
After a few seconds of thought, she sighed, opened the door, and said, "Let’s go."
Inside the office.
Michael Richard stood dutifully at the door of the office, made a "please" gesture to Charlotte.
Charlotte pursed her lips and pushed the door open.
A man was sitting upright in the office chair, evidently waiting for her not long.
Upon seeing her, Justin Battleson inclined his head slightly, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Have a seat."
"No need," Charlotte shook her head, "Please speak your mind."
At her words, there was a minor pause from Justin. His eyes reflected complexity: "Why won’t you admit your identity?"