Almost as soon as the call was dialed, Charlotte Allison answered the phone.
Hearing her heavy breathing, Lucas Quinn furrowed his eyebrows slightly, knowing that she was smoking. He softly asked, "Charlotte Allison, still busy?"
"Mm." Charlotte's voice seemed to be tinged with smoke, vague and faint.
Time passed unknowingly. Receiving his call, Charlotte Allison glanced at the time; it was already 11 p.m.
She extinguished the cigarette in her hand in the ashtray, which was already filled with a thick layer of ashes.
"Did your live stream end today?" she asked.
After being busy for so long, only then did she get up from her seat, walk to the slightly open window, allowing the night breeze to gently brush against her features.
