Chapter 101


    Anne looked at the person who was sitting quietly beside her and tried to ease the tense


    atmosphere.


    "Lottie, let''s go shopping." When she finally caught the person''s eyes, Anne continued, "We haven''t


    gone shopping for a long time. We are seldom free. Why don''t we go shopping and watch a movie


    after that? There''s a new movie recently."


    Charlotte had just straightened up, but now she was dragged up from her seat. She smiled


    helplessly and could only nod in agreement.


    "Anne, where is my suitcase?"


    "Here it is."


    Anne pushed the luggage in the corner toward her friend with a helpless look. She couldn''t help


    urging Charlotte, "Lottie, you''re too slow."


    "It''s just the way I am."


    Charlotte was in a good mood when she saw the glum look on Anne''s face.


    It was half an hourter when the two of them finally walked out of the apartment.


    "Lottie, let''s go downtown directly and buy something first. But I have to tell you that I am not in


    charge of cooking. I absolutely don''t want to enter the kitchen."


    Anne said like a spoiled brat.


    "Look at that smug face of yours. I want to punch you in the face."


    Charlotte shook her head helplessly. She slowly shifted her gaze to the rows of high-rise buildings


    outside the car window.


    On their way downtown, they inevitably passed by the Emerson Corporation office building. Anne


    silently nced at Charlotte. She sighed in relief when she did not notice that there was anything


    unusual with Charlotte.


    However, Anne''s relieved sigh did not escape Charlotte''s eyes. Charlotte wasn''t calm at all. She just


    hid her emotions well.


    Emerson Corporation was the only thing her mother let her. Sooner orter, she would take it back!


    "We''re here."


    Anne opened the car door excitedly and waved at Charlotte, who sat next to her.


    "We haven''t been here for a long time."


    Charlotte couldn''t help but sigh.


    "Humph, even if youe here, you only go to the children''s clothing stores. You never buy


    anything for yourself."


    Anne spoke in a sarcastic tone.


    But deep down, she thought that if she had an adorable daughter, she would give the child


    everything."


    "Come on, I''ll help you transform yourself. Let everyone see the new you."


    Anne smiled cunningly and ran into the mall while holding Charlotte''s hand.


    Standing at the door of a hair salon, Charlotte was hesitant, but she was pushed in by Anne.


    "Anne!"


    "Wee."


    The receptionist at the front desk bowed to Anne and Charlotte, beckoning them toward the lobby.


    "Come on, let''s go in."


    Anne nced at the photos of hairstyles on the wall. She rubbed her chin silently, as if thinking


    about something.


    "Excuse me, do you want to style your hair?"


    Suddenly, a man''s voice rang out and startled Anne.


    "Yeah. My friend wants a makeover," Anne


    said.


    "I don''t want to change my hairstyle for the time being. I''vee here to shop with you."


    Charlotte protested helplessly.


    Although she was a designer who could produce the most avant- garde works, she herself wasn''t


    stylish and chic in any way.


    Ten years ago, as the heiress of Emerson Corporation, she was destined to attract attention


    wherever she went. But now, she only wanted to keep a low profile and minimize her sense of


    presence.


    "Sit down. You can''t make the hairstylist wait, can you?"


    Anne used her final trump card. She ced her hands directly on Charlotte''s shoulders and


    continued, "I know that you don''t want to be too eye-catching. But you should shed your dull


    pretense. Stop hiding andpromising. It won''t do you any good."


    "After all, looks are important these days."


    The earlier part of Anne''s speech caused Lottie to fall into deep thought. But the second half baffled


    her.


    "I want this hairstyle on my friend. Can you do that?"


    Anne suddenly pointed to the picture in her hand. Her gaze unconsciously fell on Charlotte''s


    delicate face behind her old-fashioned eye-sses.


    Charlotte had always been a stunner, but she made herself ugly on purpose.


    "No problem. Miss, you indeed have a keen eye."


    The hair salon nced at the hairstyle on the photo with a smile. He asked Anne to wait in a corner.


    An hourter, the hairstylist gazed at his marvelous handiwork and felt very proud of himself.


    "It''s done. It''s simply perfect."


    The hairstylist nced at Charlotte. Although her ck sses still blocked half of her face, one


    could tell that she was a beautiful woman.


    "Charlotte walked towards the ce where Anne was sitting, feeling a little conflicted. And Anne


    took off Charlotte''s sses right away.


    "Ah, that''s more like it."


    Anne''s eyes lit up at the refreshing sight before her. She had known that Charlotte was very


    beautiful. Even if Anne wasn''t interested in women, she was still stunned by her friend''s pretty face.


    All men should envy Shane for being a lucky b*stard.


    Meanwhile, Annemented for her poor brother who had let Charlotte get away...


    Charlotte looked at her reflection in the mirror. She now had wavy hair thatplemented her


    delicate features.


    "Lottie, let''s go and try on some clothes."


    Unable to dampen Anne''s enthusiasm, Charlotte had no choice but to brace herself and follow


    Anne.


    "I want this..." Anne set her eyes on a yellow dress.


    "Pack this up for me," said another person.


    When Charlotte heard that person''s familiar voice, hatred instantly erupted in her eyes, and her


    shoulders trembled slightly.


    "What are you doing here?"


    Spotting a familiar figure in the store, Anne immediately shielded Charlotte behind her and looked


    warily at ine, who dressed sexily.


    From up-close, they could catch a faint whiff of pungent perfume from ine.


    "Why can''t I be here? This is a clothing store, not your house."


    ine deliberately raised her voice so that the few shoppers around her could hear her.


    "ine Emerson, I picked this outfit first," Charlotte said.


    Suddenly, she slowly pushed Anne, who stood in front of her, aside and pointed to the yellow dress


    with a cold expression.


    "Yes, it was Lottie who chose it first. Firste, first serve. Don''t you know that? How rude!"


    As soon as Anne finished speaking, ine shot a finger at her and Charlotte. However, she


    suddenly sneered and took out a VIP card from her bag. Then, she handed it to the retail worker.


    "I am a VIP customer."


    The retail worker nced at the golden card, and then looked at Anne and Charlotte, who were


    empty-handed. She made her decision and said, "I''m sorry, miss, this dress will be given to Mrs.


    Emerson."


    Charlotte suddenly leaned in toward ine, who had a smug expression on her face. She


    whispered, "ine Emerson, if I give up on something, it means that I''ll be after something better.


    You, on the other hand, can pick up things that I''ve discarded."


    There was no emotion in her voice. ine''s face, which was thered with BB cream, turned paler.


    "You..."


    ine tightened her grip on the hem of her shirt and red hatefully at Charlotte.


    All this time, this was thest thing she was willing to admit.


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    Why was Charlotte showered with love and fortune as soon as she was born? She could get


    everyone''s attention almost without doing anything.


    When Charlotte turned to leave, Anne said, "Lottie, wait a minute."


    She did not intend to leave right away. Under everyone''s puzzled gaze, she said to the retail worker


    word by word, "You''re fired."


    "Huh?"