Charlotte Miller walked into the wardrobe and picked out a simple white dress, which was very straightforward as it only required pulling up a zipper, but also a bit risky since it would expose her if unzipped. She, therefore, paired it with a shawl and a clutch, and hurriedly left the bedroom.
The driver was already prepared when she went downstairs, and she no longer needed to tell the driver where to go because Atlas Hallow must have mentioned that if she needed to go out, the destination would only be the Hallow Clan.
The Hallow Family's driver drove at his usual steady pace, and upon arriving at the Hallow Clan, Charlotte walked with her head down towards the CEO's private elevator. The busy business atmosphere was unmistakably present, spreading to every corner, but Charlotte had no time to care about it, nor did she want to speculate about the astronomical figures of agreements and transactions made every day here. How could she become stronger than this man?
