The next day, Charlotte Thompson did not go to the company with Justin Battleson; instead, she went directly to a private museum.
The museum wasn't large, and it was very quiet inside.
The sound of high heels was particularly clear on the floor. Charlotte pushed her sunglasses up her nose, glanced around, and did not hurry to find anyone. Instead, she walked to one of the exhibits and began to admire it seriously.
After a while, she heard footsteps behind her and turned her head.
The person who came was a middle-aged man, tall and impeccably dressed in a suit. He first scrutinized Charlotte momentarily, with a hint of hesitation in his gaze.
"Mr. Howard."
Charlotte was the first to break the silence. Looking at Grayson Howard in front of her, she smiled slightly.
"And you are Miss Zhan?"
Grayson Howard was still observing Charlotte, but he quickly gestured, inviting her to a nearby lounge.
"Miss Zhan, how did you get in touch with me?"
