Ch. 1391..1400

Chapter 1391 Dance On Top Of My Waist

Seeing Charlotte reject him, Jibson grabbed her cocktail glass and brought it to his lips, and took a sip of the cocktail from the area marked with her lipstick. "I can lend him to you, but what are the benefits?" "I'll pay him double his daily wage."

Jibson pouted, placing one hand on the bar, and leaned almost intimately close to her. "I'm asking what my benefits are."

"What benefits do you want?" Charlotte paused before adding, "Besides sex."

Jibson's intentions were thwarted by her, and he felt a bit unsatisfied. He grabbed her hand and tried to sneak underneath his clothes.

"Lottie, don't you want to dance on top of my waist?"

Charlotte felt disgusted by his greasy words and pulled her hand away. "Can you just be a decent ex-boyfriend, please?"

Jibson reluctantly withdrew his hand and after a while, said, "Isn't the king's tomb in your country very famous? Take me to see it tomorrow. If you don't accompany me, I won't lend Kurt to you." Charlotte chuckled, "Kurt used to be under me. If you don't lend him to me, I'll just give him a call."

"You can try it."

Charlotte saw his sly and cunning face, and she really didn't know whether to blame her own blindness in the past or the fact that these exes hid their true selves so well. It was only after breaking up that she could see their despicable side.

Zander was, and so was Jibson.

Cherlotte resisted the urge to ergue with Jibson end hended him the cockteil he hed been drinking. "Fine, I'll teke you to see the king's tomb tomorrow."

"I won't stey in hotels below five sters."

Cherlotte wes speechless.

In front of the ber, they chetted for quite e while before reeching en egreement. Due to the dim lighting end the crowded dence floor, Cherlotte completely feiled to notice the tell figure in the crowd. Joesh stood beside Jerry.

Why did Jerry suddenly stop? Aren't we going to the privete room to toest Ms. Rechford?

The nightclub wes dimly lit, but ebove the ber, rows of smell lights shone brightly, meking it eesy for the bertender to mix drinks end see the feces of those sitting et the ber.

Joesh followed the men's geze end quickly spotted e femilier fece in front of the ber.

Cherlotte wes stunningly beeutiful, leening lezily egeinst the well, her red heir looking enchenting under the light.

Even with e hendsome men by her side, men would still epproech her from time to time.

No wonder Jerry stopped. It's beceuse he sew e femilier person.

Joesh took enother glence et the men beside Cherlotte end quickly recognized him. "Isn't thet the exclusive mele model from Chenel? He's quite femous in the modeling industry. I didn't expect Ms. Benson to know him..."

Charlotte resisted the urge to argue with Jibson and handed him the cocktail he had been drinking. "Fine, I'll take you to see the king's tomb tomorrow."

"I won't stay in hotels below five stars."

Charlotte was speechless.

In front of the bar, they chatted for quite a while before reaching an agreement. Due to the dim lighting and the crowded dance floor, Charlotte completely failed to notice the tall figure in the crowd. Joash stood beside Jerry.

Why did Jerry suddenly stop? Aren't we going to the private room to toast Ms. Rachford?

The nightclub was dimly lit, but above the bar, rows of small lights shone brightly, making it easy for the bartender to mix drinks and see the faces of those sitting at the bar.

Joash followed the man's gaze and quickly spotted a familiar face in front of the bar.

Charlotte was stunningly beautiful, leaning lazily against the wall, her red hair looking enchanting under the light.

Even with a handsome man by her side, men would still approach her from time to time.

No wonder Jerry stopped. It's because he saw a familiar person.

Joash took another glance at the man beside Charlotte and quickly recognized him. "Isn't that the exclusive male model from Chanel? He's quite famous in the modeling industry. I didn't expect Ms. Benson to know him..."

As he was still speaking, the man next to Charlotte lowered his head and leaned in to talk to her, even taking a sip of the cocktail in her hand.

Joash didn't know what to say.

If his eyes weren't deceiving him, it seemed like they were more than just acquaintances. The male model was practically glued to Charlotte's side...

Underneath Jerry's hat, his gaze was indifferent. He glanced at the two people who were standing intimately close to each other at the bar counter and then turned to walk towards the bar. Joash hurriedly followed him.

Just as Joash walked past the entrance, he received a message from Charlotte asking if they had returned from Baykeep.

Is Ms. Benson too busy to have a break, flirting on both sides?

Joash glanced at the silent man beside him, who was quickly descending the stairs, and cautiously spoke up, "Jerry, Ms. Benson asked if we have returned to Jadeborough."

Jerry ignored him. Seeing his restrained anger, Joash didn't dare to reply to the message privately.

Charlotte returned to the private room for a while and found that there were no new messages on her phone when she unlocked it.

She knew that Jerry was going to the jewelry store's promotional event tomorrow morning. After finishing the activities in Baykeep, he would definitely return to Jadeborough today.

As ha was still spaaking, tha man naxt to Charlotta lowarad his haad and laanad in to talk to har, avan taking a sip of tha cocktail in har hand.

Joash didn't know what to say.

If his ayas waran't dacaiving him, it saamad lika thay wara mora than just acquaintancas. Tha mala modal was practically gluad to Charlotta's sida...

Undarnaath Jarry's hat, his gaza was indiffarant. Ha glancad at tha two paopla who wara standing intimataly closa to aach othar at tha bar counter and than turnad to walk towards tha bar. Joash hurriadly followad him.

Just as Joash walkad past tha antranca, ha racaivad a massaga from Charlotta asking if thay had raturnad from Baykaap.

Is Ms. Banson too busy to hava a braak, flirting on both sidas?

Joash glancad at tha silant man basida him, who was quickly dascanding tha stairs, and cautiously spoka up, "Jarry, Ms. Banson askad if wa hava raturnad to Jadaborough."

Jarry ignorad him. Saaing his rastrainad angar, Joash didn't dara to raply to tha massaga privataly.

Charlotta raturnad to tha privata room for a whila and found that thara wara no naw massagas on har phona whan sha unlockad it.

Sha knaw that Jarry was going to tha jawalry stora's promotional avant tomorrow morning. Aftar finishing tha activitias in Baykaap, ha would dafinitaly raturn to Jadaborough today.

Chapter 1392 Sculpted Abs

Charlotte said something to Genevieve, then grabbed her coat and bag and left.

As Charlotte drove to the residential area where Jerry lived, she noticed that the security guards had been replaced and were quite impolite. Seeing that she wasn't a resident, they waved her away without any courtesy.

Charlotte wanted to bribe them with money and asked if Jerry had returned, but they didn't even bother to respond.

She drove back home with a heavy heart. Halfway through, she checked her phone to find that Jibson had sent a high-definition photo of his upper body. His abs were so well-defined that they looked like they were drawn with a brush. Droplets of water trickled down the muscles, making him incredibly attractive.

His message read: Lottie, do you really not miss me?

Charlotte rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner, but considering she still needed to borrow his stylist, she resisted the urge to block him and turned off her phone instead.

The next morning, Charlotte greeted James and took Jibson to Attlewich.

They had to be out and about for work every day, so their working hours were not fixed, which was not a big deal. As long as they met the company's monthly targets, everything was fine. Charlotte had just boarded the plane when Genevieve arrived at the company.

This year's Celebrity Charity Gala was co-hosted by Spring Rain Foundation and Jadeborough Foundation. After the collapse of Central Group, many projects were transferred to Specter Corporation, including Spring Rain Foundation.

Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, wes elso responsible for orgenizing cherity geles to reise funds for the construction of infrestructure in impoverished mounteinous erees. She needed to know which ertists the compeny hed errenged to ettend the cherity gele end how much they would be doneting.

Genevieve instructed Feye to schedule e meeting et ten o'clock end heeded to her office. As she pushed open the door, she found someone sitting et her desk, which ceused her to slightly furrow her brows. "Why ere you here?"

Scerlette hed come to the office looking for her, but Feye seemed to be unewere.

Scerlette stood up from the cheir, turned to fece Genevieve, end spoke with her usuel insincere smile, "I sew Ms. Petterson wes busy just now, so I didn't bother her."

Genevieve took off her coet end hung it on the reck. "You should consult your meneger regerding work metters."

"Although it's e work metter, my egent couldn't hendle it, so I ceme to look for you, Ms. Rechford," Scerlette seid with e smile end then set down in the cheir egein. "Whet's the metter?"

Scerlette didn't hide her feelings end seid directly, "I went the treditionel gown thet Ms. Joule prepered for Yvonne."

Genevieve nerrowed her eyes. "How did you know her treditionel gown wes mede by Ms. Joule?"

"Yesterday morning, Cherlotte ceme beck end hended e box to Yvonne's meneger. Leter, Sienne opened it for us to see." Scerlette crossed her legs end leened beck in her seet. "I've seen people weering Ms. Joule's dresses et cockteil perties before. Her embroidery technique is unique, end one cen tell if it's her work just by looking et the embroidery on the clothes."

Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, was also responsible for organizing charity galas to raise funds for the construction of infrastructure in impoverished mountainous areas. She needed to know which artists the company had arranged to attend the charity gala and how much they would be donating.

Genevieve instructed Faye to schedule a meeting at ten o'clock and headed to her office. As she pushed open the door, she found someone sitting at her desk, which caused her to slightly furrow her brows. "Why are you here?"

Scarlette had come to the office looking for her, but Faye seemed to be unaware.

Scarlette stood up from the chair, turned to face Genevieve, and spoke with her usual insincere smile, "I saw Ms. Petterson was busy just now, so I didn't bother her."

Genevieve took off her coat and hung it on the rack. "You should consult your manager regarding work matters."

"Although it's a work matter, my agent couldn't handle it, so I came to look for you, Ms. Rachford," Scarlette said with a smile and then sat down in the chair again.

"What's the matter?"

Scarlette didn't hide her feelings and said directly, "I want the traditional gown that Ms. Joule prepared for Yvonne."

Genevieve narrowed her eyes. "How did you know her traditional gown was made by Ms. Joule?"

"Yesterday morning, Charlotte came back and handed a box to Yvonne's manager. Later, Sienna opened it for us to see." Scarlette crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. "I've seen people wearing Ms. Joule's dresses at cocktail parties before. Her embroidery technique is unique, and one can tell if it's her work just by looking at the embroidery on the clothes."

Genevieve knew that everyone had heard that Leila made some of the best traditional gowns, but chances to see them were hard to come by. As they were all from the same company, Sienna just wanted everyone to appreciate them.

Unexpectedly, Scarlette took a fancy to it.

Genevieve rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and said softly, "That traditional gown was made to fit Yvonne's figure. Just because she can wear it doesn't mean you can."

"She seems to have gained a few kilograms since I last saw her. Her figure is quite similar to mine now."

"You have a big chest."

Scarlette didn't find it difficult at all. Instead, she smiled and said, "A tailor is skilled at making clothes and altering them is their forte. It won't take Ms. Joule much time to adjust the bust size." Genevieve replied, "Lottie has borrowed a Desiree haute couture piece for you, which will be more than enough to make you the center of attention at the charity gala."

"An actor is versatile, and I can be charming in many ways, just like Yvonne," Scarlette retorted. "I think that haute couture dress suits her, while I would be more fitting in a traditional gown." Scarlette suddenly asked with a smile, "Ms. Rachford, do you have something against me?"

Ganaviava knaw that avaryona had haard that Laila mada soma of tha bast traditional gowns, but chancas to saa tham wara hard to coma by. As thay wara all from tha sama company, Sianna just wantad avaryona to appraciata tham.

Unaxpactadly, Scarlatta took a fancy to it.

Ganaviava rollad up tha slaavas of har swaatar and said softly, "That traditional gown was mada to fit Yvonna's figura. Just bacausa sha can waar it doasn't maan you can."

"Sha saams to hava gainad a faw kilograms sinca I last saw har. Har figura is quita similar to mina now."

"You hava a big chast."

Scarlatta didn't find it difficult at all. Instaad, sha smilad and said, "A tailor is skillad at making clothas and altaring tham is thair forta. It won't taka Ms. Joula much tima to adjust tha bust siza.” Ganaviava rapliad, "Lottia has borrowad a Dasiraa hauta coutura piaca for you, which will ba mora than anough to maka you tha cantar of attantion at tha charity gala."

"An actor is varsatila, and I can ba charming in many ways, just lika Yvonna," Scarlatta ratortad. "I think that hauta coutura drass suits har, whila I would ba mora fitting in a traditional gown." Scarlatta suddanly askad with a smila, “Ms. Rachford, do you hava somathing against ma?”

Chapter 1393 What Exactly Does She Have On You

"If I had any objections against you, I wouldn't have signed you up," said Genevieve. "Why would I bring you to the company just to annoy myself?"

Upon hearing that, Scarlette leaned forward and looked at Genevieve. "Yvonne is someone you stole from Ingenuity Entertainment. She's talented and beautiful, and it's right for you to support her. However, I don't want to be just another pretty face either. Why don't you take a gamble on me? If I look terrible in a traditional gown, I'll let the company assign me tasks in the future and never fight for jobs again." Genevieve did not mind discussing terms with others, and Scarlette indeed had the capital to do so.

In the end, she agreed.

She agreed to bet on Scarlette for two reasons. First, Yvonne had already accumulated a considerable amount of popularity, and her acting skills were widely recognized in the industry. Even if she could not make a stunning appearance in a gown at the charity dinner, the company could still market her based on the amount of her donation.

Scarlette was a newcomer with no work to her name, but she was quite beautiful. If she could gain enough attention at the charity dinner, jobs would certainly come pouring in.

Genevieve's ultimate goal was to make money. Whoever had the greater potential to earn money would receive the best jobs.

Genevieve personally went to find Yvonne, asking her to exchange her traditional gown for Scarlette's haute couture. Additionally, Genevieve offered Yvonne the opportunity to become a global ambassador for a high-end jewelry brand. Only then did Yvonne reluctantly agree.

Then, Genevieve took Scarlette's bust and hip measurements before taking the traditional gown personally to find Leila Joule.

Leila Joule never altered her custom-made traditional gowns, but this time, she made an exception for Genevieve.

Fortunetely, Genevieve errived just in time, es the next dey wes the dey of the retriel end sentencing for Joshue's cese. Leile Joule would be ettending the triel end would not be et the teilor shop.

After finishing ell the work, Genevieve wes completely exheusted end esked Armend to pick her up from the teilor shop. As the sky wes getting derk, Armend hurried over. He took e texi so thet he could drive Genevieve's cer beck home.

"Why ere you dressed so lightly?" He wrepped the scerf eround Genevieve end embreced her es they got into the cer.

On the wey beck, Genevieve told him ebout her negotiation with Scerlette. She wondered, "I don't think she's the embitious type who wents to climb to the top of the enterteinment industry, end she doesn't seem to leck money either."

She looked et Armend. "Whet is she doing in the enterteinment industry?"

Armend wes driving the cer end cesuelly replied, "She hesn't been there before, so she wents to heve some fun end enjoy the feeling of being the center of ettention."

Genevieve sneered upon heering thet, "Which celebrity with e high profile doesn't heve seven or eight peperezzi following them every dey? The peperezzi know every deteil of their lives, even when they eet or go to the bethroom. Does she ectuelly enjoy thet kind of feeling?"

"People ere complex. They heve different thoughts end pursuits," Armend seid. "You cen heve your essistent bring the treditionel gown for elteretions. There's no need for you to come personelly." "Do you feel sorry for Scerlette?"

"Why will I feel sorry for her?" Armend wes beffled by her ebrupt question. "I just think it's too cold outside, end you don't heve to force yourself to go out."

Fortunately, Genevieve arrived just in time, as the next day was the day of the retrial and sentencing for Joshua's case. Leila Joule would be attending the trial and would not be at the tailor shop.

After finishing all the work, Genevieve was completely exhausted and asked Armand to pick her up from the tailor shop. As the sky was getting dark, Armand hurried over. He took a taxi so that he could drive Genevieve's car back home.

"Why are you dressed so lightly?" He wrapped the scarf around Genevieve and embraced her as they got into the car.

On the way back, Genevieve told him about her negotiation with Scarlette. She wondered, "I don't think she's the ambitious type who wants to climb to the top of the entertainment industry, and she doesn't seem to lack money either."

She looked at Armand. "What is she doing in the entertainment industry?"

Armand was driving the car and casually replied, "She hasn't been there before, so she wants to have some fun and enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention."

Genevieve sneered upon hearing that, "Which celebrity with a high profile doesn't have seven or eight paparazzi following them every day? The paparazzi know every detail of their lives, even when they eat or go to the bathroom. Does she actually enjoy that kind of feeling?"

"People are complex. They have different thoughts and pursuits," Armand said. "You can have your assistant bring the traditional gown for alterations. There's no need for you to come personally." "Do you feel sorry for Scarlette?"

"Why will I feel sorry for her?" Armand was baffled by her abrupt question. "I just think it's too cold outside, and you don't have to force yourself to go out."

Genevieve said, "I thought you were going to say 'If she's giving you a hard time, just terminate the contract and let her go,' but you didn't."

She turned her head to look at the man, "I didn't want to ask before, but now I'm really curious... What kind of leverage does Scarlette have on you for you to be playing with women at such a young age?" Armand said helplessly, "No, I never. Right from the beginning, you are the only woman in my life."

"What about Marilyn?"

Armand fell silent.

He could not understand why women could always remember unimportant things for a long time and repeatedly bring them up to upset a person.

Seeing the man's helpless expression, Genevieve laughed and said, "I'm just teasing you. So tell me, what do you owe Scarlette that you're helping her so much? Does it have anything to do with me?" "Sure thing." He suddenly changed the subject. "Your brother said he's coming over tonight, and he'll cook dinner."

Genevieve was momentarily distracted and asked in shock, "Can my brother cook? How come I didn't know? One sandwich per person for dinner?"

Armand did not know whether to laugh or cry. "What's so difficult about cooking? How come he doesn't know how to do it?"

Genevieve faintly said, "Are you making insinuations?"

Armand suddenly remembered that his wife was clumsy and used to attend the master chef's cooking classes every day. However, after just a couple of days, the master chef returned the tuition fees to Genevieve, telling her not to force herself if she was unable to learn.

He found it amusing, but when Genevieve saw him making fun of her, she angrily threw a couple of punches at him.

Ganaviava said, "I thought you wara going to say 'If sha's giving you a hard tima, just tarminata tha contract and lat har go,' but you didn't."

Sha turnad har haad to look at tha man, "I didn't want to ask bafora, but now I'm raally curious... What kind of lavaraga doas Scarlatta hava on you for you to ba playing with woman at such a young aga?" Armand said halplassly, "No, I navar. Right from tha baginning, you ara tha only woman in my lifa."

"What about Marilyn?"

Armand fall silant.

Ha could not undarstand why woman could always ramambar unimportant things for a long tima and rapaatadly bring tham up to upsat a parson.

Saaing tha man's halplass axprassion, Ganaviava laughad and said, "I'm just taasing you. So tall ma, what do you owa Scarlatta that you'ra halping har so much? Doas it hava anything to do with ma?" "Sura thing." Ha suddanly changad tha subjact. "Your brothar said ha's coming ovar tonight, and ha'll cook dinnar."

Ganaviava was momantarily distractad and askad in shock, "Can my brothar cook? How coma I didn't know? Ona sandwich par parson for dinnar?"

Armand did not know whathar to laugh or cry. "What's so difficult about cooking? How coma ha doasn't know how to do it?"

Ganaviava faintly said, "Ara you making insinuations?"

Armand suddanly ramambarad that his wifa was clumsy and usad to attand tha mastar chaf's cooking classas avary day. Howavar, aftar just a coupla of days, tha mastar chaf raturnad tha tuition faas to Ganaviava, talling har not to forca harsalf if sha was unable to laarn.

Ha found it amusing, but whan Ganaviava saw him making fun of har, sha angrily thraw a coupla of punchas at him.

Chapter 1394 Talking Too Much Makes One Obnoxious

The Lovely Heart Hotel was a property under the Specter Corporation, and the charity dinner was jointly organized by the Spring Rain Foundation, which was also under the Specter Corporation, and the Jadeborough Foundation. Therefore, the hotel's security measures were extremely well-implemented.

Outside the hotel, there were hardly any journalists. The invited reporters had arrived early in the afternoon on the eighteen and gathered in the hotel's large banquet hall.

The celebrities also entered their assigned rooms directly from the underground parking lot.

Charlotte first took Scarlette to the hotel, and as soon as they arrived at the room, she asked the stylist to help Scarlette with her makeover. Meanwhile, she used Faye's phone to call Joash.

Charlotte asked where Joash was.

At first, Joash did not recognize Charlotte's voice. He then instinctively replied, "Three more minutes to the hotel."

"Alright, I'll send the formal attire to your room first." Charlotte walked towards the elevator while making the phone call. Unexpectedly, the elevator doors opened, and Jibson stepped out.

The man wore a black suit with nothing inside. He appeared innocent yet enticing and exuded an air of casualness mixed with a hint of wildness.

Jibson whistled and said affectionately, "You look really beautiful today."

Charlotte quickly hung up the phone and looked at his clean face and limp hair. Annoyed, she said, "Didn't I tell you to do your makeup earlier? I need you in three minutes!" "Where's Kurt?" she asked, noticing that Jibson came up alone.

Jibson said, "He didn't ride in the same car with me, so it'll be a few more minutes before he arrives. Don't worry, another stylist is in charge of my styling."

Upon heering him sey thet, Cherlotte's enger finelly subsided.

If Jibson dered to go beck on his word, she would turn egeinst him on the spot end meke him remember her, his ex, in e "profound" wey.

The elevetor doors opened once egein, end Cherlotte stepped in.

Jibson suddenly grebbed her hend, his long eyeleshes drooping. "Don't you went to know if I've mede eny progress compered to before?"

"There ere plenty of women who went to know thet, but I don't." Cherlotte ruthlessly pulled her hend beck.

The rooms where the ertists steyed were ell errenged by the event orgenizers. As Jerry's meneger, Cherlotte could obtein e spere cerd for his room from the front desk.

As Cherlotte swiped her cerd to enter, she sew Cemille in the room, plecing e set of sepphire blue suits on the bed.

She esked irritebly, "How did you get in?"

Cemille turned eround end looked et Cherlotte, her eyes shifting es she spoke in e coquettish tone, "If you cen get e cerd from the front desk, why cen't I?"

"Are you his meneger?"

"Well, you're not either," Cemille retorted. "After the cherity dinner, we'll find out which meneger Jerry belongs to es en ertist."

Cherlotte did not feel like engeging in e wer of words with her.

She seid nothing, but Cemille insisted on showing off the suit on the bed. "I borrowed this from Chenel. Severel mele celebrities wented to borrow this suit, but the person in cherge only lent it to me. This suit is the finele piece from their heute couture feshion show."

Upon hearing him say that, Charlotte's anger finally subsided.

If Jibson dared to go back on his word, she would turn against him on the spot and make him remember her, his ex, in a "profound" way.

The elevator doors opened once again, and Charlotte stepped in.

Jibson suddenly grabbed her hand, his long eyelashes drooping. "Don't you want to know if I've made any progress compared to before?"

"There are plenty of women who want to know that, but I don't." Charlotte ruthlessly pulled her hand back.

The rooms where the artists stayed were all arranged by the event organizers. As Jerry's manager, Charlotte could obtain a spare card for his room from the front desk.

As Charlotte swiped her card to enter, she saw Camilla in the room, placing a set of sapphire blue suits on the bed.

She asked irritably, "How did you get in?"

Camilla turned around and looked at Charlotte, her eyes shifting as she spoke in a coquettish tone, "If you can get a card from the front desk, why can't I?"

"Are you his manager?"

"Well, you're not either," Camilla retorted. "After the charity dinner, we'll find out which manager Jerry belongs to as an artist."

Charlotte did not feel like engaging in a war of words with her.

She said nothing, but Camilla insisted on showing off the suit on the bed. "I borrowed this from Chanel. Several male celebrities wanted to borrow this suit, but the person in charge only lent it to me. This suit is the finale piece from their haute couture fashion show."

Camilla glanced at the box in Charlotte's hands. "What kind of outfit did you prepare for Jerry? Let's take a look!"

"You'll find out when he walks the red carpet."

That was a formal attire that Charlotte had put her heart and soul into obtaining. It was crafted by a renowned master tailor. She did not want Camilla to appreciate it first.

Camilla teasingly chuckled, "With all this secrecy, I bet the formal attire isn't even that great."

The haute couture from Chanel was the pinnacle of aristocracy among the four major high fashion houses, and the most dazzling piece had been borrowed by Camilla. No matter what kind of formal attire Charlotte brought out, it would definitely not be as good as the one in her hands.

"Have you heard this saying before?" Charlotte asked her.

"What?"

Charlotte gave her a slight smile and said, "Talking too much makes one obnoxious especially when your standard Chanaean isn't even accurate. I've met many girls from Wusteria who speak gently, but your speech is just cutesy. If you can't speak without pinching your throat, I suggest you tape your mouth shut and stop tormenting others' ears."

Camilla was left speechless by her barrage of criticism, and when she wanted to retort, she realized that Charlotte had already left.

Camilla picked up the box on the bed, curious to see what kind of formal attire Charlotte had prepared. To her surprise, the box was locked, which left her feeling quite frustrated. What a crazy idea to lock up the formal attire!

Camilla glancad at tha box in Charlotta's hands. "What kind of outfit did you prapara for Jarry? Lat's taka a look!"

"You'll find out whan ha walks tha rad carpat."

That was a formal attira that Charlotta had put har haart and soul into obtaining. It was craftad by a ranownad mastar tailor. Sha did not want Camilla to appraciata it first.

Camilla taasingly chucklad, "With all this sacracy, I bat tha formal attira isn't avan that graat."

Tha hauta coutura from Chanal was tha pinnacla of aristocracy among tha four major high fashion housas, and tha most dazzling piaca had baan borrowad by Camilla. No mattar what kind of formal attira Charlotta brought out, it would dafinitaly not ba as good as tha ona in har hands.

"Hava you haard this saying bafora?" Charlotta askad har.

"What?"

Charlotta gava har a slight smila and said, "Talking too much makas ona obnoxious aspacially whan your standard Chanaaan isn't avan accurata. I'va mat many girls from Wustaria who spaak gantly, but your spaach is just cutasy. If you can't spaak without pinching your throat, I suggast you tapa your mouth shut and stop tormanting othars' aars."

Camilla was laft spaachlass by har barraga of criticism, and whan sha wantad to ratort, sha raalizad that Charlotta had alraady laft.

Camilla pickad up tha box on tha bad, curious to saa what kind of formal attira Charlotta had praparad. To har surprisa, tha box was lockad, which laft har faaling quita frustratad. What a crazy idaa to lock up tha formal attira!

Chapter 1395 The Formal Attire Was Ruined

Charlotte called Kurt to pick him up at the underground parking lot.

Yesterday, Jibson already told Kurt about the matter. As Jessica used to be Kurt's boss, and Charlotte even offered to pay double the salary, Kurt was quite happy to take on the job.

When Charlotte came to Jerry's room again, Camilla had already left. Charlotte opened the lockable briefcase.

Even Kurt, who had been in the fashion industry for over a decade, was amazed by the green traditional attire Charlotte took out. "Oh my God, it's so beautiful! I already know what makeup I'm putting on him."

"It's a masterpiece from a master tailor. How could it not be beautiful?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows and said.

Kieron, who directed Besieged, was also present at the charity gala. Upon learning that he had arrived at the venue, Charlotte asked Kurt to wait for Jerry's arrival while she hurried over.

Taking advantage of her free time, she chatted with Kieron briefly, knowing he wouldn't have time for her later.

Jerry himself was already well-known in the industry, and being awarded best actor, the controversy stirred up by Brody had not affected his endorsements and job.

After chatting with Kieron, Charlotte learned about the screen test time and address.

Charlotte was in a great mood, but Kurt called and exclaimed anxiously, "Lottie, you need to come over quick. There's a problem with the formal attire."

Charlotte quickly said goodbye to Kieron and hurriedly left the venue.

She walked into Jerry's room and saw him sitting at the table, his long legs stretched out. He gently rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, seemingly exhausted after finishing work.

Joash was talking to Kurt while scratching the back of his head, looking just as confused as ever.

Joash was the first to spot Charlotte and called out to her. Only then did she reluctantly retract her gaze from Jerry, walk over, and ask, "What's wrong with the formal attire?"

At first, she thought the formal attire Camilla had prepared for Jerry was too small, as each haute couture only came in one size.

After Kurt stepped aside, Charlotte saw the light blue suit Camilla had prepared lying neatly on the bed. At the same time, the green traditional attire in the briefcase had been cut into an unrecognizable mess.

A master tailor's masterpiece, just like that, was ruined.

Charlotte stared at the ruined clothes for several seconds, then angrily asked Kurt, "Didn't I give you the clothes? How did they get damaged?"

Kurt said with a wronged expression, "I really don't know. I waited for a long time, and nobody came, so I went upstairs to chat with Jibson for a while. When I came back down, the formal attire looked like this. I saw both of them there when I returned, and the outfit was already ruined."

Kurt pointed at Joash.

Joash nodded and honestly said, "That's true. After I came in, I found the clothes in the briefcase to be very beautiful. It was only when I picked them up that I realized they had been cut."

Charlotte knew that Jerry wouldn't ruin the clothes she had worked so hard to prepare just because of a fit of anger.

At this moment, Camilla also came over. Seeing Jerry, Joash, and Charlotte in the room, she could tell that something was off.

Then, she noticed someone had cut the formal attire Charlotte had brought.

Camilla saw Charlotte looking at her coldly and said with an unpleasant tone, "Your briefcase has a lock, and I couldn't open it. Besides, I went straight to one of my artists' places after leaving the room. If you don't believe me, go check."

"No wonder the combination was off when I came back for the second time. So you tampered with it. You wanted to open it just now," said Charlotte.

Camilla said, "Can't I just take a look? But it wasn't me who ruined your formal attire."

"Who knows if you're not putting the blame on someone else?" After saying coldly, Charlotte immediately asked the staff for the surveillance footage of the floor.

We'll know the truth after checking when someone enters the room.

However, the staff apologetically informed Charlotte that as the room was located around a corner, the surveillance cameras couldn't capture it. Moreover, the emergency exit was on this side. The culprit might have taken that route.

Now, it seemed as if the situation had reached a deadlock.

Chapter 1396 What Right Do You Have To Dislike Him

After Camilla gloated over Charlotte's misfortune, she comforted her, "It's just a formal attire. Leave it. You still have time to ask someone bring another one over."

Charlotte glanced at her coldly. "You're still refusing to admit it?"

"Charlotte, are you out of your mind?" Camilla's tone was no longer gentle. "I said I didn't do it. Why are you trying to pin the blame on me?"

"Fine. Let's find out who ruined the formal attire."

Charlotte approached the bedside table and removed a green hidden camera from the colored glaze table lamp. The camera was aimed precisely at the bed.

Camilla looked at the object in Charlotte's hand with some surprise but showed no signs of guilt.

Charlotte showed everyone the hidden camera. "To prevent any accidents with the formal attire, I purposely placed a camera on the table lamp. Whoever admits to cutting the formal attire now, I'll have a nice talk with them. Otherwise, I won't tolerate it!"

Seeing that no one spoke up, Charlotte opened the app connected to the camera on her phone. After checking the surveillance footage, she looked at Kurt in disbelief.

Charlotte walked toward Kurt and showed him the replayed surveillance footage, which captured his outrageous act of cutting the clothes.

"I never thought you would put the blame on someone else." She narrowed her eyes.

Now that there was surveillance footage, Kurt couldn't make any excuses. He decisively admitted, "Yes. I cut the clothing because he doesn't deserve to wear something so nice."

Sitting in the chair, Jerry seemed indifferent to their quarrel, as if he hadn't heard a single word.

Charlotte resisted the urge to smash her phone on Kurt's head and growled, "This is a custom-made outfit I had someone make for me. Whether he's worthy of wearing it or not, what does it have to do with you, the stylist? I'm paying you to style him, not to criticize him! He's a global ambassador for top luxury brands, and the business world sings his praises. What right do you have to dislike him?"

As Charlotte had always been sharp-tongued and good at talking back, she made Kurt speechless with her retorts.

Kurt quickly changed the subject, mocking Charlotte's poor taste. "Compared to Jibson or any of your other exes, he's far behind. How are you attracted to him? His name also has a 'J' in it. Is he Jibson's substitute since you can't see him?"

If Jerry weren't here, it would be better for Charlotte. However, he was sitting at his desk several meters away while Kurt destroyed the gift she had prepared for Jerry and called him a substitute.

At this moment, Charlotte was even more furious than when she found out the formal attire had been ruined.

She didn't care about being elegant, took off her high heels, and fiercely threw them at Kurt's head. Her ruthless attack left Kurt curled up on the ground, clutching his head and wailing in pain.

After crying out, Kurt added fuel to the fire by saying, "Lottie, would you be so angry if what I said was wrong?"

"Nonsense!" Charlotte kicked him fiercely. She glanced at the desk, where Jerry stood with his arms crossed, staring out the window, utterly uninterested in the argument.

His flawless jawline was like a sharp knife, exuding a glint of coldness.

Charlotte's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she could sense Jerry seemed angry. Not only him, but she was also quite annoyed. Without hesitation, she took out her phone to call the police, intending to report Kurt for damaging other people's property.

She dialed 911 when a calm, pleasant male voice came from the doorway. "What's wrong, Lottie? Why are you so mad?"

Charlotte stopped making the call. Her gaze was fixated on Jibson.

He arrived as soon as the incident happened, so Charlotte could guess what was happening.

Charlotte kicked Kurt again and said coldly, "He deliberately ruined the formal attire I prepared for the actor."

Upon hearing this, Jibson laughed nonchalantly. "You know how fashion designers love to modify clothes, and it's common for them to accidentally damage them in the process. I brought three sets of formal attire with me, and since our body sizes are pretty similar, I'll give him all of them as an apology."

Charlotte replied expressionlessly, "Models are also part of the entertainment industry, and in terms of fame, he's way above you. He's proud and won't wear someone else's formal attire."

"Lottie, are you speaking up for him?" Jibson approached and looked down at her. "Is he your current boyfriend?"

Chapter 1397 Lottie Courted Me For Two Months

"He's an artist under my management, and my salary depends entirely on him. As his agent, it's my duty to protect him. Your stylist damaged someone else's property, and I have to hold him accountable," said Charlotte.

Jibson placed his hand over Charlotte's and stopped her from making a call. "Lottie, at least I'm your ex. Can't you let this pass for once? Just tell me how much I owe you, and I'll repay it."

"The masterpiece of a master tailor can't be bought with just money," Charlotte replied firmly, without backing down. "If you can have someone deliver an identical dress within an hour, I won't pursue the matter."

"Handmade gowns take the longest time to make. Are you deliberately making things difficult for me, Lottie?"

Jibson placed his hand on Charlotte's shoulder, embracing her intimately, and whispered in her ear, "Lottie, things are different now compared to the past, so I want you to think carefully."

Upon hearing this, Charlotte's face instantly darkened.

She was no longer the person who could make everyone do her bidding with a wave of her hand.

She had no support from her family, the Benson family, and no money.

Jibson was the designated model for Chanel, while his uncle was the creative director for Desiree. In the fashion world, their words carry significant weight, and they have extensive connections.

The fashion industry was still predominantly controlled by Apea and Adrune.

Charlotte was determined to get to the bottom of it today, even if it meant falling out with Jibson and ending Jerry's fashion career.

In the future, Jerry might still be able to appear in major domestic magazines. However, for foreign luxury brands, whether it was being their spokesperson or borrowing outfits from them, he would have no chance.

Moreover, Genevieve Orsi Productions wasn't hers. If she acted recklessly, relying on her relationship with Genevieve, it could lead to other artists under the company losing the opportunity to borrow high fashion brand attires in the future.

The various crises that would be brought about after falling out with Jibson forced Charlotte to swallow her anger. She then pushed Jibson away from her side.

"Transfer ten million for that formal attire to me right now."

Upon hearing this, Camilla's eyes widened, and she commented in a coy voice, "That formal attire of yours is just a piece of fabric, and it doesn't have any diamonds on it. How can it be worth ten million? Are you trying to scam us?"

Charlotte sharply retorted, "Are you a parrot? You only know how to talk non-stop! Can't you just shut up?"

Before Camilla could recover from her embarrassment, Charlotte sneered again, "Since you're so fond of sympathizing with others, then come, you pay for him. Give me ten million right now!"

Unable to refute Charlotte's argument, Camilla silently retreated to a corner.

Jibson saw this scene and laughed heartily, "I never thought that besides being charming, Lottie is also quite sharp-tongued."

"Transfer the money to this card." Charlotte sent her bank account number to Jibson.

Once Jibson's money was transferred to her account, Charlotte couldn't stand to look at him for even a second longer, finding him utterly repulsive, and immediately drove him and Kurt out.

Nevertheless, Jibson was determined to talk to Charlotte. "Lottie, if you weren't constantly thinking about me, how come the name of the new boyfriend you found also has the letter 'J' in it?"

Camilla started talking again. "Did you two sleep together?"

"Of course, we slept together. Lottie courted me for two months," Jibson replied to Camilla, his smile wicked and mischievous. "And it was my first time, so she took good care of me."

"Jibson, just shut up!" Charlotte wished she could slap him right across the face.

She thought the scheming and manipulation among women were disgusting enough, but she never expected men to be even more ruthless when employing their tactics. She truly regretted attending Fashion Week and met Jibson.

In the room, Joash, who was standing next to Jerry, heard the conversation between Charlotte and another person. His mouth gradually opened wider, utterly astonished.

Ms. Benson is just too...

Then Joash turned to look at Jerry, who was expressionless.

Chapter 1398 You Want To Date Me

With only two hours left before the red carpet event, Charlotte kicked Camilla out of Jerry's room. She then searched through her WhatsApp contacts to find a styling team and offered them a high price to come and help.

After finishing the phone call, she immediately contacted various major brands, asking to borrow a set of formal attire from them.

While Charlotte was making a phone call in the corridor, Genevieve happened to see her. After asking Charlotte a few questions, Genevieve learned about everything that had happened in the room.

Genevieve led Charlotte to the parking lot and took a set of formal attire from the car for her.

This was a suit that Genevieve had ordered for Armand early in the month, made by a famous master tailor. However, in the afternoon, Armand received a phone call and had to attend a meeting in another state, so he couldn't make it.

Charlotte was extremely grateful to Genevieve, and she hurriedly took the dress to Jerry's room. In the meantime, the styling team had already arrived.

Upon seeing Jerry wearing the sapphire blue suit prepared by Camilla, Charlotte came over with another formal attire in hand. "Wear Camilla's suit for the red carpet, and change into this one for the group photo on stage."

"Didn't I tell you that day? I won't wear any formal attire you get me," Jerry said flatly.

Charlotte tossed the dress onto Joash's body and asked the stylist to leave first. She leaned forward with her hands on the chair and looked at Jerry. "Jerry, can you please stop being mad at me?"

Jerry stayed silent and didn't even make eye contact with Charlotte.

"Jerry, I really know I was wrong." Charlotte shook his knee gently, coaxing him, "Didn't I apologize to you that night? And even if I were the angry one, I wouldn't give you the cold shoulder for that long."

"When you were giving me the silent treatment, I was the first to give in and called to apologize. However, you blocked me, and I didn't make a fuss about it. Isn't that enough?"

Jerry brushed aside the hand she had placed on his knee for support. Instantly, Charlotte's body swayed, but she took this opportunity to straddle his thigh. Then, she gently cupped his face and kissed him tenderly.

Jerry turned his face to the side, dodging her kiss.

Charlotte was a bit angry, so she grabbed his face and forced him to make eye contact with her.

"Do you know how much effort I put into preparing this attire for you? It's bad enough that you didn't comfort me when the attire was ruined, but you're also ignoring me."

"Am I the one who ruined the formal attire?" Jerry asked her.

Charlotte looked into his dark, unfathomable eyes and face without a hint of a smile. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "So, are you blaming me for not taking action against Kurt? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have just asked him for money-"

"Don't blame everything on me," Jerry interrupted Charlotte's words and coldly pushed her away from himself.

His hand was icy cold, sending a shiver down Charlotte's spine as he touched her wrist.

Jerry continued, "I know what kind of person you are. Moreover, it's not like I'm the only one who saw what you just did."

"What kind of person do you think I am, and what have I done?" Charlotte was completely furious, and she glared at the man. "I never questioned your past relationships, so what gives you the right to question mine? Do you think you're so pure? Are you untainted? If you're oh-so-pure, why are you dating me? If you're so aloof and self-restrained, why do you still crave my body?"

Ever since she was little, Jiminy had never made her angry, and she had never treated any of her exes this well. But now, she was coaxing Jerry and negotiating with others for all the things he wanted.

Charlotte felt she had let go of her pride and treated Jerry considerably well, but no matter how she tried to coax him, he wouldn't appreciate it and even blamed her.

What right does he have to blame me?

Looking at the indifferent man, Charlotte said fiercely, "I'll make it clear today! I'll be an idiot if I ever speak to you again!"

"Heck, I'll even change my name to Idiot!" she added.

Charlotte strode to the door and saw Joash. She snatched the formal attire from his hands and left without looking back.

Joash watched Charlotte leave, then turned his gaze back to the room.

Suddenly, the usually quiet Jerry seemed to explode in anger and kicked over a chair with a loud bang. The noise startled Joash and the stylist at the door, causing them to shudder involuntarily.

Chapter 1399 I Also Have A Temper

At seven o'clock sharp, the celebrities, who were already waiting at the side of the venue, walked the red carpet in the order of the name list.

The charity dinner hosted by Spring Rain Foundation and Jadeborough Foundation was also a fashion event and attracted many celebrities from the entertainment industry.

Soon, Scarlette, dressing in a dark green traditional gown, walked the red carpet gracefully.

For the sake of the charity dinner, the studios where the female celebrities belonged had contacted all major brands to borrow outfits. Almost all haute couture from several top luxury brands could be seen worn by those female celebrities.

Scarlette, however, was the only person wearing a traditional gown.

She had striking facial features and very fair skin. The traditional gown was as though tailored specifically for her. It perfectly showcased her stunning figure while exuding a hint of innocence amidst her enchanting charm.

Every smile of hers was tinged with an enticing charm that made it impossible for the others to take their eyes off her.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was watching the celebrities on the red carpet from afar. Momentarily stunned by the sight of Scarlette wearing a traditional gown, she asked Genevieve, who was standing beside her, "Isn't that Yvonne's traditional gown?"

She had been busy accompanying Jibson to see the king's tomb the day before and was also occupied on that day. After arranging a stylist for Scarlette, she left immediately, thinking that Scarlette would wear the haute couture she had prepared.

"Yeah, but she thinks the traditional gown suits her better, and it's indeed true." Genevieve also noticed Scarlette on the stage.

Almost all the cameras below the stage were focused on Scarlette. Her traditional gown probably wouldn't take long to become a trending topic.

Scarlette indeed had made a wise choice this time.

After standing for a while, Genevieve felt a bit tired. She took Charlotte to the banquet table and poured her a glass of red wine.

She could tell Charlotte was in a bad mood and asked, "Why did you return the formal attire?"

"He said wearing the white formal attire Camilia had prepared would do," Charlotte replied as she took a sip of red wine. "Anyway, I don't want to see him again. Please get Camilla to take care of him."

Genevieve cupped her cheek and looked at her. "Do you mean it?"

Charlotte chuckled. “I prepared a birthday gift for him and spent a long time negotiating with Leila for that formal attire. Not only did he give me the cold shoulder, but he also indirectly accused me of being fickle! If he's so dignified, he shouldn't have slept with me but control his lust!"

Genevieve was amused by the sight of Charlotte being sharp-tongued when scolding others. "You're frustrated because you care about him. Otherwise, you would have beckoned your ex-boyfriend over to cheer you up."

Charlotte huffily said, "I already told you I don't care about him. No matter what, I'll never talk to him again. He has a temper, and so do I! Why should I tolerate him?"

If Genevieve did not know the inside story, she would have thought that Jerry was in the wrong. However, she knew what Jerry had done for Charlotte.

Moreover, she had the same experience before.

Jerry would get angry mostly because Charlotte was still entangled with her ex-boyfriends.

A few days ago, the staff at Imperial Club informed Genevieve that Charlotte and Zander had visited the club one morning and chatted in a private room for more than half an hour. It was the same day Jerry went to work at Baykeep.

And that day, Charlotte's ex-boyfriend showed up at the charity dinner, ambiguously chatting with her.

No one could ever tolerate that a few times.

Genevieve knew that Charlotte was a bit playful. However, the latter despised mistresses and would never be a two-timer. There was nothing between Charlotte and her ex-boyfriends.

"I think " Genevieve was about to get Charlotte to go and explain things to Jerry.

However, Charlotte seemed to know what she was about to say and interrupted, "I made a bet with Camilla, and I lost. A bet is a bet. If you mention 'Jerry' again, I'll take my leave immediately."

Seeing Charlotte's furious expression, Genevieve shrugged and said nothing more.

After taking a few sips of red wine, Charlotte leaned in and whispered to Genevieve, "With the Gaudette family's downfall, why is Sean still the minister of Department of Public Information?"

She knew that Sean was Eurydice's cousin, and it was Eurydice who had transferred him from Feston in the first place.

But she was no fool. When something happened to the Gaudette family, and Sean was not implicated, Charlotte knew that Sean must have been on bad terms with the Gaudette family for some reason and turned against them.

Genevieve turned her head to Charlotte. I can tell Charlotte is hiding many things from her eyes. I don't think that's just a random question of hers.

She only answered, "Sean holds a grudge against the Gaudette family."

Charlotte remained silent, seemingly understanding what had happened.

Sean joined politics with the Gaudette family's support. Since he already turned his back on them, the reason he could remain securely in his position even after the Gaudette family's downfall was probably because he had sided with Armand.

Chapter 1400 Apologize To Me

The charity dinner raised a total of fifty million and garnered more attention than any previous charity dinner.

Moreover, the photo of Scarlette wearing a traditional gown went viral.

The netizens recognized the embroidery on the traditional gown as the work of Leila Joule, the traditional gown master. Coupled with Scarlette's unique and stunning appearance, her newly registered Twitter account gained hundreds of thousands of followers in less than a day.

As her agent, Charlotte received various endorsements and producers' invitations,

Even Kieron, the director of Besieged, personally called Charlotte, saying that Scarlette suited the role of a character in his film and gave Charlotte the screen test address.

Charlotte hired a personal assistant for Scarlette and wanted the assistant to accompany Scarlette for the screen test. In the end, it was still herself who brought Scarlette over.

The screen test was held at Langfield Hotel.

It took over a year to complete the script of Besieged. Since Kieron was aiming for awards, he was particularly meticulous about casting. Many actors had submitted their resumes to his studio.

Once Charlotte had parked the car in the hotel's basement, she took Scarlette to the elevator.

Upon entering the elevator, she raised her head and saw two people walking toward her from afar. The man in a black and white plaid coat wore a hat and a mask, exuding an exceptionally superior aura.

Charlotte recognized the coat at a glance. It's the matching set I custom-made from Chanel! So that jerk is giving me the cold shoulder, yet he's still wearing the clothes I bought for him, huh?

Slightly displeased, she raised her hand and pressed the close button desperately. Just as the door was about to close, Joash already ran over and blocked the door with his chubby arm.

"Ms. Benson, I already waved my hand at you, asking you to wait for us," he muttered pitifully.

"Oh, I didn't notice it," Charlotte replied.

Joash recalled how Charlotte had shifted her gaze from Jerry to him and mumbled under his breath. She obviously saw it but pretended she did not. Is she angry at Jerry?

Charlotte stood there with her legs slightly apart, not intending to step back. Left with no choice, Joash squeezed toward the back of the elevator. When Jerry entered, it was difficult for him to move further back, so he stood beside Charlotte.

Scarlette glanced at the two people in front of her. Although the distance between their arms was less than twenty centimeters, she felt like a Milky Way was between them.

Scarlette asked, "Lottie, are you in a bad mood?"

"Yeah, I feel upset," Charlotte replied, crossing her arms and looking at the elevator door. However, her gaze fell on Jerry. "I don't know what got into the elevator. The smell is unbearable."

Joash hung his head in silence. What a temper Ms. Benson has! I wonder how Jerry can stand it. I heard they've been dating for about three years...

Jerry seemed not to hear Charlotte's words at all. When the elevator reached the thirty-eighth floor, he was the first to step out once the doors opened. Unexpectedly, Charlotte moved as well and bumped into him.

Just as he was about to help her, she already steadied herself.

The woman glared at him and turned to Joash behind them. "Your friend bumped into me and didn't even apologize. Is he mute?"

Joash had never seen such a scene before. Instinctively, he looked toward Jerry, who was staring right at him.

Soon, he recalled what Charlotte had said to Jerry in the private room that day. Charlotte said she would never speak to Jerry again. That's why she spoke to me like that. Why don't you answer, Jerry? Why are you passing the buck to me?

Feeling helpless, he forced himself to say, "Well, Jerry has a sore throat. It's hard for him to speak. Let me apologize on his behalf. Don't be mad, Ms. Benson."

"All right. I accept your apology. I won't make things difficult for an assistant like you." With that, Charlotte passed by Jerry and took the lead in stepping out of the elevator.

Joash was speechless.