As they walked out, they still attracted attention, since Charlotte Miller in Hallow Clan was already a high-profile figure. From a restaurant waiter to the president’s secretary, this was more than just a triple jump; it was a teoric rise. Moreover, Jack Smith was currently the hottest movie star, so walking together inevitably drew several glances.
Quickly stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the forty-first floor. At this ti, the café on the forty-first floor should be empty. The Hallow Clan employees enjoyed excellent benefits, and this café was specifically for the executives to have afternoon tea, making it a very quiet place for conversations.
The elevator ascended slowly, then suddenly jolted lightly, as if it had co to a halt. Looking at the red numbers, it just happened to be on the fortieth floor but refused to go up any further.
Did the elevator break down? Charlotte Miller was stunned for a mont and instinctively pressed the button to open the elevator doors. The doors didn’t open, and the elevator jolted again, giving a sensation like it was about to fall...
Could she really be so unlucky? Could sothing with such low odds actually happen to her?
She had never heard of any issues with the elevators at Hallow Clan or this brand of elevator, yet it malfunctioned as soon as she entered?
The sealed space brought endless oppression, as if, in that mont, even the air had turned thin.
Atlas Hallow was a wealthy leader; the company’s grandness oozed opulence. Naturally, the elevator was of the best brand. In all these years, there hadn’t been any accidents, and it just so happened to stop now. The security personnel had already called the elevator repairn, and the entire company was in an uproar.
The fact that two of the most talked-about young people were trapped in the sa elevator was enough to cause a stir.
The visiting reporters had already caught wind of the news and were eagerly waiting outside the elevator with their caras ready, hoping the elevator door might suddenly open and they could capture so sensational news footage—anything that would make their trip to Hallow Clan worthwhile today.
"The lady is trapped in the elevator; it might be a bit tricky," Daniel Parker reported to the CEO’s office as soon as he got the news, knowing this kind of issue couldn’t be hidden.
This truly was a troubleso ti; just after seeing off Hailey Hill, Charlotte Miller was unexpectedly stuck in the elevator with movie star Jack Smith.
Let’s highlight the fact that Jack Smith’s label is a young man, a handso and delicate heartthrob, a superstar who attracts won. So the problem wasn’t the elevator malfunctioning, but rather the two people being stuck in the sa faulty elevator.
"In the elevator?" Atlas Hallow glanced at Daniel Parker. She really was a small troublemaker. How is it that the elevator always works perfectly but just had to break when she was inside?
"Repairs have been arranged; the elevator company’s people are on their way. Alongside her in the elevator is Jack Smith; he’s here for filming today. I heard that she invited him to the café on the forty-first floor, but the elevator stopped on the fortieth floor." Daniel stood in front of Atlas Hallow’s desk, separated by an enormous desk, sensing the icy tension.
His eyes and brows were tinged with displeasure, like layers of clouds rolling in from the sky.
Did she really fear that the fifty million might cause problems she can’t repay, afraid of owing him sothing? Is that why she was so eager to et Jack Smith for a talk?
Atlas Hallow stood up and walked out, with Daniel Parker imdiately following. If his guess was right, their CEO was likely heading to the security departnt to check the elevator’s surveillance footage, to see what his wife was up to inside.
In the security departnt’s control room, a continuous wall of screens monitored many areas within the Hallow Clan office building, including the elevators.
The security staff had never expected the CEO would personally co to watch one day, and they were all quite nervous.
It’s unclear if they were concerned about the CEO’s secretary, Miss Miller, or worried about the superstar Jack Smith; worried Jack Smith might get into any kind of accident at Hallow Clan and cause trouble. In any case, when Atlas Hallow stood in the control room, everyone almost held their breath, not daring to make even the slightest sound.
Atlas Hallow was famous for his ticulous seriousness at work, and despite the elevator undergoing monthly inspections, it still experienced such an incident. Even if it wasn’t their fault, they couldn’t escape accountability.
"Are you very scared?" Jack Smith, with his long legs crossed, leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator completely. His ripped jeans were torn almost up to his thighs, one hole after another revealing lean yet firm muscles. The black bomber jacket was exquisitely embroidered with vibrant roses and colorful birds, and around his neck hung a necklace with a square pendant inlaid with small diamonds, inscribed with a simple English initial "Y".
Charlotte Miller t Jack Smith’s gaze. Was that "Y" for his surna Yi or Luna’s surna Miller?
But these weren’t her concerns. Luna Miller liked to linger among n; Jack Smith wasn’t the first. Hopefully, he’d be the last. What she should be concerned about was that fifty million investnt.
"Scared, a little." Charlotte Miller replied honestly. She had a slight case of claustrophobia, which had improved over the years, but being stuck in an elevator like this still made her a bit nervous.
"Afraid of what? It’ll be repaired soon." Jack Smith lazily stood up, stepped forward with one hand in his pocket, and placed the other hand against the wall by Charlotte Miller’s head, as he leaned in but still maintained a certain distance.
"Oh my God, Jack Smith is trapping Charlotte Miller against the wall, she’s so lucky..." The girls in the security departnt, tasked with quickly brewing a cup of coffee because the CEO had co down personally, happened to see the scene displayed on the surveillance screen and couldn’t help but say.
Staring dreamily at the zood-in image, she clearly saw Jack Smith’s exceedingly handso facial contours and forgot what she was supposed to do.
The aroma of coffee spread through the tense air...
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