On the way to the hospital, Charlotte called Mia and Lena to let them know <b>she </b>was <b>safe </b>and told them not to worry
By the time she arrived at the hotel and met up with Sophie, it was already dinnertime.
Charlotte nced at her watch. “Let’s go grab something to eat.”
“Sure,” Sophie replied.
“What are you in the mood for?
Sophie gave a small smile. “I am fine with anything.”
“Alright, let’s check what is nearby<b>.</b>”
After dinner, Charlotte said, “You can go ahead and submit your resume through the normal process at the firm. They will arrange the interview.”
“Okay.”
“Have you found a ce to stay yet?” Charlotte asked, referring to whether Sophie had secured an apartment.
“Not yet,” Sophie replied.
Charlotte nodded. “I will ask someone to help you look”
Sophie quickly waved her <b>hands</b>. “Charlotte, you really do not have to trouble anyone. I can handle it myself.”
“Why are you being polite with me? You barely know your way around Jersey City. I do not want you getting scammed.
Sophie hesitated, then said softly, “Then… thank you.”
“It is no trouble,” Charlotte said, ncing at the time, “I will take you back to the hotel first. I have something else to take care ofter.”
“Alright”
After dropping Sophie off at the hotel, Charlotte Immediately drove to Gibson Corporation.
It was five thirty in the afternoon. The employees had not finished work yet, so Zan should still be in the office.
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soon <b>as </b>she parked outside the building, her phone rang with a <b>call </b>from an unfamiliar number
In fact, when she had first turned on her new phone<b>, </b><b>she </b>had noticed several missed calls from unknown numbers. Since she had <b>not </b>known who they were from<b>, </b>she <b>had </b>ignored them.
Now, after a few rings, she answered. “Hello?”
“Lottie! You finally answered. Where are you? Are you okay? Did Joseph Ford do anything to you?” It was Zac’s voice.
Charlotte’s fingers tightened around the phone. A wave of anger <b>shot </b>through her.
She forced herself to stay calm and replied <b>coldly</b>, “Me? Thanks to you, <b>I </b>almost lost my life. As it happens, I am right outside your office building Why don’t youe down and talk?‘‘
You are outside my building?<b>” </b>Zac sounded surprised and asked again to confirm.
Charlotte <b>spoke </b>impatiently. “Stop wasting
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Zar hurried to agree. “Alright, wait for me in the lobby. I will be right there
ng up, Charlotte went into the lobby and sat on one of the sodas.
Zhad not yete down, but Charlotte soon ran into someone else she knew
Wendy appeared, dressed in an ivory Chanel suit, carrying a white <b>Louis </b>Vuitton bag Charlotte’s own style, and even her hairstyle was exactly the same,
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light blue floral ents. Her outfit looked strikingly simr to
At first, Charlotte did not recognize her. She just noticed that the woman’s outfit looked oddly familiar and gave her a second nce.
That second nce made things Interesting it was Wendy
What’s the trying to do<b>? </b>Copy my style? Charlotte wondered.
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She frowned. The thought of Wendy mimicking her <b>gave </b>her an unsettling feeling, like something dirty hadtched onto her.
Noticing Charlotte’s gaze, <b>Wendy </b>tumed and caught sight of her. She hesitated mid–step, her brow furrowing
“Charlotte Riley?” Wendy’s heart skipped a beat, her expression darkening. She strode over. “What are you doing here?”
Seated on the sofa, Charlotte <b>looked </b>up at her, her time <b>casual </b>andced with sarcasm. “Oh, it’s you. For a second there, I thought you were one of my sisters. When did you start copying my style? Trying to pull off that whole imitation act?”
Wendy’s face paled. “Had she noticed?” she thought nervously,
She <b>quickly </b>regained herposure and forced <b>a </b><b>smile</b>. “Copy you? Please. You think too highly of yourself. <b>Why </b>