Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 313 - 185 Who is whose dream lover_2

When Charlotte Miller stepped out of the elevator, the housekeeper looked at her outfit and groaned inwardly—did he have to report such things to the young master every day? It was driving him to his grave.

Charlotte didn’t drive today; she just had the driver drop her off at the city’s largest luxury mall. The huge luxury mall was like a small mini-city, with seasonal new products displayed in glass windows. She wandered aimlessly since even the most beautiful goods couldn’t stir her desire to shop.

In the center of the plaza, a small stage had been set up, and from afar, she saw a huge poster.

On the poster was none other than Jack Smith.

She slowly walked closer, then stopped and stood there looking at the poster from a distance. Behind her, girls were starting to walk over one after another, and in no time, people began rushing in to claim the best spots in the front row.

"Hurry, Jack Smith’s car has arrived..."

"Oh my God, I’m about to meet him..."

The girls’ voices rose wave after wave, while Charlotte stood quietly in the crowd, as if it all had nothing to do with her.

This was a new product launch event, and Jack Smith was the new spokesperson for a well-known cosmetics brand here.

It’s a women’s cosmetic product, yet they chose a male spokesperson. It seemed a bit strange, but upon reflection, it made some sense. Jack Smith was a popular star deeply adored by girls, with an astonishing number of fans. If you want to persuade a girl to buy expensive skincare and cosmetics, a man might be more compelling than a woman, right?

Charlotte smiled wryly, looking at the array of exquisite bottles and jars placed on the stage. She never used these external products; all the skincare items she used were prepared by Atlas Hallow for her. From various lotions to serums, face creams, hand creams, masks, eye creams, shampoos, bath salts, and essential oil soaps, all were specially ordered from overseas workshops and sent to her, so she had no interest in these, nor the intention to look any further.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a crowd surged from behind, and the mall’s security began to part the crowd, creating a path while the screams rose to a deafening level. Charlotte was pushed by a security guard but was caught by another hand.

"Don’t push." Jack Smith’s clear voice echoed beside her ear, seemingly carrying a hint of irritation.

Charlotte straightened up, looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. In such an occasion, it was better not to greet him; otherwise, she might be overwhelmed by his passionate fans. Jack Smith just slightly nodded, and accompanied by his agent and assistant, strode up to the stage.

Charlotte ducked her head and quickly hid within the crowd, disappearing in the chaos.

The mall’s coffee shop was also beautifully decorated. A cup of black coffee sat in front of her, emitting a rich aroma. When her phone rang, she was startled for a moment. Taking out her phone, she saw it was from Jack Smith.

Jack Smith held the phone, recalling the scene he had just encountered. It seemed like a long time since he last saw Charlotte, almost as if a century had passed.

"Charlotte, are you still in the mall? Why are you here today?" In Jack Smith’s impression, Charlotte’s work was very demanding. Why would she be shopping during work hours? He felt an impulsive urge to ask if she came because he had an event here.

Such a thought was a bit ridiculous. Charlotte clearly had no interest in him. Many women might like him, but she certainly wasn’t one of them.

"Why can’t I be here?" Charlotte asked somewhat puzzled, wondering what was so strange about her shopping. Wasn’t she a woman?

Listening to the woman’s voice transmitted over the line, still so melodious and full of tension, yet why did it faintly carry a trace of coldness? 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Of course you can, I was just curious whether you don’t have to work?" He remembered Charlotte being very passionate about her work, always professional when it came to work matters.

"I quit." Charlotte’s answer was crisp and clear. She wasn’t sure why she was talking to Jack Smith. Perhaps for over a month, she hadn’t spoken much to anyone, almost forgetting the inherent ability to speak.