“Alright, Luna, I don’t have time to blabber on with you.
“I need to get changed now. After all, now that I am Jim’s future fiancée, I need to look my best for every
occasion.”
At the mention of this, Charlotte suddenly recalled something and snickered, “By the way, Luna, do you
still think my face has something to do with the drug you stole for me?
“Let me tell you this: that’s not the case at all.
“After six years, even your face that Malcolm ruined could be restored through plastic surgery, so why
would my face remain in its ugly, burned state?
“I had faked my burns to trick you into taking pity on me, and never had I ever thought an idiot like you’d
fall for it-”
Before she could finish her sentence, Luna furrowed her brows and hung up the phone.
A triumphant smile spread across Charlotte’s face when she heard the dial tone.
After putting down the phone, she turned and went into the walk-in closet.
Sitting in the gigantic closet, Charlotte placed her hands behind her head and leaned against the sofa
elegantly.
Just the day before, she had complained to Jim that she owned too few clothes.
To her surprise, when she woke up that morning, she realized that the maids had been busy arranging
her new clothes while she was asleep.
Jim had ordered her a new wardrobe before leaving to see Bonnie that afternoon, and he had bought her
all the clothes available in her size from every high-end luxury brand she could think of.
The gigantic closet was filled with clothes within a morning.
Charlotte stared lazily at these clothes, her heart filled with satisfaction and vanity.
This was hers! All this was hers.
She deserved all this, and at this moment, they were all hers!
All of a sudden, someone knocked on her door.
Jim’s low, melodic voice rang out, “Are you done yet, Charlotte-darling?”
Charlotte sniffed and quickly stood up. “I’ll be out in a second!”
She flung open one of the cupboards, breathed in the alluring scent of new, expensive clothes, and
picked out one of the most expensive outfits there.
Ten minutes later, a well-dressed Charlotte appeared before Jim.
She wore a long, black dress with a red trench coat draped over it, making her look elegant and
charming.
She twirled in front of Jim and asked excitedly, “How do I look, Jim?”
Jim squinted as he stared at her and fell silent for a while before finally saying, “Why don’t you change
into something in another color?
“I don’t think red looks right on you.”
Charlotte, who was submerged in her excitement, lifted her head to glance at him helplessly. “Is that so?”
With that, she scurried back into the walk-in closet, closed the door behind her, and began searching for
another expensive outfit to put on.
Standing outside the room, Jim let out a sigh as he stared at the closed door. Then, he strode downstairs
and sat down on the sofa.
After waiting for Charlotte for a little longer, he got impatient and turned on his laptop to start doing work.
The desktop picture of his log-in page was the same one he remembered; the photo of Bonnie in her red
clothes.
Jim propped his chin in his hand, staring at the photo of Bonnie and, all of a sudden, recalled how
Charlotte had looked when he first met her at the orphanage.
At that time, Charlotte looked outstandingly beautiful in her red clothes, so much so that he had thought
she was the only girl in the world who looked amazing in red.
However, now, even in her red clothes, Charlotte no longer looked as beautiful as she did when she was
young.
It seemed as though…she could not compare to this girl on his laptop screen, Bonnie Craig, his best
friend’s girlfriend.
As soon as he thought of this, Jim furrowed his brows, took out his phone, and dialed Christopher’s
number.
The phone was finally picked up after a long time. “Hello?” a clear, female voice rang out from the other
end of the line.
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