Luckily, just as the sleek sports car arrowed toward the ornate iron gate, the gate opened just in ti, making the housekeeper break out in a cold sweat.
After Amir Hallow left, Atlas Hallow’s car was brought down to the marble steps below. Watching Amir drive that car earlier, he found it amusing and said to the housekeeper, "Switch to another one..."
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The place where Charlotte Miller dined with Annie Gray was chosen to be a garden restaurant known for its privacy.
She ca here once with Jack Smith before, not to show off or anything, but just to sit down for a proper chat,
In this city, she doesn’t have many friends; Annie could be considered one.
So people don’t need a long ti to beco friends because certain shared views and values can quickly make them confidants.
"Actually, the taste here is quite average, but I really find this place’s privacy comndable. It’s not unusual to bump into celebrities here." Charlotte looked at the dishes on the table, feeling rather indifferent, wondering if her taste buds had been spoiled by the chefs from the Hallow Family, who prepared various cuisines for her. At formal als, she could expect at least four representative dishes from different cuisines at the table.
"I think it’s delicious." Annie glanced at Charlotte, earnestly tasting each dish on the table, finding them quite good. For a lonely woman drifting in a big city, having friends around and hot dishes on the table, everything satisfied her.
"Thank you and President Baird; I’ve only been working for a few months and received such a large year-end bonus." When the year-end bonus was credited to her account, she was a bit stunned upon seeing the text alert; it was indeed quite a lot.
"Your work capability matches what you deserve." When discussing work matters, Charlotte always seed like a different person, exuding intelligence and calmness, traits Annie deeply admired.
"Before when you worked for President Shaw, didn’t he give you a lot of bonuses?" Ethan Baird had ntioned that Annie finally bought an apartnt recently, paying the down paynt. The apartnt wasn’t large, less than eighty square ters, but its location was decent, and the minimum down paynt had already depleted all her savings; it seed she even owed a little money.
After asking this question, Charlotte smiled and said, "I’m referring to your work capabilities, not any other relationships. It was wise to pay a high price to hire you; Annie, you’re very outstanding."
Looking at Annie, a woman seemingly more capable than her, her ability was actually just a protective color on the surface; Annie was sowhat timid and lacked confidence.
"He gave a supplentary card, but after using it for necessary family expenses, I never used it again." A woman who sells her body won’t end up well; Annie once thought of marrying an ordinary person, but thinking back now, it seed laughable. She sipped the red wine in her glass and slowly said, "Having that kind of relationship with him, no matter how hard you work, everyone will assu you climbed to the position of the CEO’s assistant through bed skills..."
Charlotte poured a glass of juice into her glass; its golden color looked less alluring than the red hue in Annie’s glass. She took a sip and then looked at Annie, quietly listening to her recount past events.
People need to vent; Annie’s job is high-pressure, and she’s willing to be a listener.
"Then do you think I dare say anything else? I would rather never get a raise, never at all. I dislike how people look at . My involvent with President Shaw was helpless, but I did give a lot, for instance, my many years of youth." There was really no other way at that ti; she had just graduated from university, and Joseph Shaw was the fastest way she could get the money needed for her family.
She also wished to be noble and proud, but selling to one person was better than selling to many, right?
"Did you ever like him?" Charlotte put down her chopsticks, unsure if the topic was too heavy or if she genuinely disliked the taste of the dishes prepared here.
"I never liked him, don’t know what it’s like to like a man..." Annie smiled faintly, showing a rare shy expression on her face. After many days, she had co to terms with her relationship with Joseph Shaw.
"Liking soone is like a seed, planted in your heart, with every action of theirs nurturing it little by little, growing roots and sprouting, until it develops into branches and tendrils that spread throughout your thoughts and veins, so much so that even your breath carries their essence, lingering and unforgettable. When he’s there, your heart is full of joy..." Charlotte spoke slowly, her voice gentle as feathers drifting by, sweet and dreamlike.
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