"Actually, I also know a few well-known collectors, but I think the term 'collector' doesn't quite suit you, Mr. Howard.
After all... collections obtained through despicable means can't stand the light of day."
"What do you mean by that?" Grayson Howard glared at Charlotte Thompson, unable to maintain his gentlemanly façade any longer.
"I'm really quite curious, how the design drafts originally placed in the Thompson Family's possession ended up in your hands, Mr. Howard, so inexplicably?"
As she said this, Charlotte removed her sunglasses, her eyes carrying a somewhat scrutinizing gaze, meeting Howard's eyes directly.
Upon seeing Charlotte, Grayson Howard exclaimed her name in surprise.
"Charlotte Thompson?"
"Mr. Howard, you still haven't answered my question." Charlotte slowly opened the file folder on the table and pulled out several design drafts.
