The office lights were all on, illuminating the faces of the two people looking at each other.
Charlotte Miller looked at this man; in the three years, he hadn't changed much.
He seemed to have a slightly more mature aura, a cold allure that surely attracted girls, but she was no longer a girl.
She no longer had the pure liking and admiration she once had.
"If there's nothing else, President Hallow should leave. It's so late, staying in my office might invite gossip." Charlotte looked at Atlas Hallow's handsome face, his sharp features exuded an intimidating aura, and just like before, he didn't like backing down.
No wonder he had always been spoiled by those women; thinking of this, Charlotte's smile grew colder.
