Chapter 9


    It hurts!


    The next day, the first thing Charlotte felt when she woke up was her agonising hangover.


    "Mommy, have some honey water."


    The obedient Sheryl stood beside the bed with a cup of honey water in her hands.


    Seeing her daughter being so considerate and attentive, Charlotte smiled as she took the cup and


    gulped down the honey water in one breath.


    "Where is Aunt Jane?"


    At this time, Charlotte had regained some of her memories, and she seemed to have drunk too


    muchst night.


    "Aunt Jane left for work!" Sheryl took the empty cup.


    "Mommy, it''s time for work too."


    Sheryl’s words immediately woke Charlotte up. What a mistake drinkingst night. She was


    supposed to report to office today!


    Having thought of this, Charlotte didn''t have time to worry about her hangover anymore.


    She quickly got up to wash up.


    Most of the clothes in her wardrobe were ck professional clothes. After she changed, she looked


    dull and boring.


    "Sheryl, make sure you listen to your nanny," Before leaving the house, Charlotte reminded her


    daughter again.


    Under Anne''s arrangement, she hired a nanny. By doing so, someone would always be there to


    look after Sheryl, and Charlotte would be able to work with ease.


    Afterpleting the paperwork for employment, Charlotte was randomly assigned to a corner,


    where she''d be working as an assistant designer.


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    Having this kind of treatment, Charlotte was okay with it. Since she had returned to the country, she


    would start from the bottom. She had thrown all her glorious past abroad behind her.


    But throughout the entire morning, no one had given her any tour, so she had to read thepany


    rules and regtions that human resources had given repeatedly.


    "Did you see the woman in the corner?"


    "Well, is that her?"


    During the lunch break, some people started discussing about Charlotte when they thought she


    wasn''t paying attention.


    "What a peculiar way of dressing up. I heard that Mr. Collins isn’t in today."


    "Looks like it, but the most bizarre thing is that a frigid man like Mr. Fuller even joked about her


    when he saw her yesterday."


    "Ah! What kind of joke did he say? What a pity! I took a day off yesterday."


    "That she doesn''t look like someone who''s here to pick up men. Haha." The crowd burst into


    laughter after seeing one of their colleagues mimicking Shane.


    These words naturally fell into Charlotte''s ears, but she didn''t show any displeasure on her face.


    She was no longer the eldest daughter of the Emerson family. In the past few years in society, she


    knew very well that in the workce, there was no chance of sess if she relied on gossiping or


    competing with others.


    What she needed to do was to wait for the right time.


    "Neer, look at these first. If there is anything you don''t understand, you can ask me.


    In the afternoon, a stack of documents suddenly descended from the sky. By the time Charlotte


    realised what was going on...


    The woman in high heels swayed her slender waist and left. Eventually, she went into the chief


    designer''s office.


    So the woman was her supervisor.


    A thought popped up in Charlotte''s mind. She then quickly put the documents in order and opened


    them up.


    On each sheet of paper was an architectural design draft. But no matter how it looked from the


    perspective of the lines or the design concept, these drafts looked like the works of a beginner.


    Was this a test for her?


    After thinking for a while, Charlotte picked up the pen and started to make amendments to the


    original work.


    When she finished everything, it was already eight in the evening.


    People around her had left, and only the lights on her desk were still on.


    After exiting thepany''s main entrance, Charlotte strolled toward the bus stop. However, at this


    moment, a red Porsche suddenly stopped came to a stop in front of her.


    While Charlotte was wondering whom it was, the car door swung open. A woman in branded


    clothes came out of the car.


    The hip-wrapping fishtail skirt outlined her curves perfectly. The ten- centimeter high heels clicked


    on the ground with a ttering sound.


    Charlotte stared at the elegant woman before her.


    It turned out to be ine.


    "Lottie, it''s really you. I thought I had mistaken you for someone else!"