When Charlotte Miller stepped out of the elevator, the housekeeper looked at her outfit and groaned inwardly—did he have to report such things to the young master every day? It was driving him to his grave.
Charlotte didn't drive today; she just had the driver drop her off at the city's largest luxury mall. The huge luxury mall was like a small mini-city, with seasonal new products displayed in glass windows. She wandered aimlessly since even the most beautiful goods couldn't stir her desire to shop.
In the center of the plaza, a small stage had been set up, and from afar, she saw a huge poster.
On the poster was none other than Jack Smith.
She slowly walked closer, then stopped and stood there looking at the poster from a distance. Behind her, girls were starting to walk over one after another, and in no time, people began rushing in to claim the best spots in the front row.
"Hurry, Jack Smith's car has arrived…"
"Oh my God, I'm about to meet him…"
