Shane didn't reply. He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her small face.

Charlotte rested against him for a while before she managed to pick herself up. Even as she walked, she was still unsteady. She wanted to return to her office to eat something sugary.

But what about Shane?

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and eventually decided to invite Shane. "Shane, do you want to come and take a seat in my office?"

Lets go.

She hung her head low and led the way.

Charlotte's office was stark. It didn't look like a woman's office.

Shane had met quite a lot of female CEOS from different companies. Most of them would decorate their rooms with plants, and some would even put up photo frames.

There were no decorations on Charlotte's desk. Only a pen, notebook, a computer, and a hand cream next to the mouse could be seen.

The design style was more of a cold color scheme.

Shane didn't know why but he thought that the office looked a little familiar. His lips curled into a slight smile when he saw the color combination of the bookshelf. "Does Ms. Emerson have the habit of replicating other people's office design style?" "This was an accident." She poured him a cup of coffee and said, "At that time, I was in a hurry to find an office, and the renovation was also in a rush, so I bought a ready-made bookshelf instead."

"Why don't you use Rick's?"

"His office is painted white. That's an unlucky color."

"That's it?"

What else could it be?

Charlotte asked in confusion, "What did you expect?"

Shane took a sip of his coffee, put the cup on the table, and walked out.

Charlotte sat in her seat while eating chocolate. Before she could even react, he had already disappeared.

What did she say to offend him?

After she finished eating the chocolate, Charlotte wiped her hands and prepared to read some documents. But how could one recover from low blood sugar in such a short time? She was feeling dizzier.

Rendered helpless, she put down the documents and leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, a trail of fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

Shane was carrying a lot of bags in his hands. He then placed them all on her desk.

and desserts. But because the bags and packages were not opened, she could barely see

front of her, taking the documents

even react, Shane had already taken out his

was so familiar with it that it

to deal with?" Charlotte opened the package

much." He paused.

Thirty.

not a huge number. It was not

did a mental calculation of the time she'd used to settle one document. It was roughly ten to

should be at least

day?"

document for her and put it back in front of

a sudden, she shot up her head

"No."

you to swear that

"I swear."

and

long fingers on his knees curled into

that Peter

he knew that she

was his man.

to swear. She hoped that he would ignore his conscience and abandon his initial thoughts to admit that this person was a gift he gave to her and not a kind of monitor. She grew faster than he

it because Rick taught her all these

heart. Even the way he looked at her

was a little

been a more suitable advisor for her

me back then, I might not have even known the impact of shipping routes on big companies until now." "Why?" He

people sometimes, I know that you were trying your best to protect everyone. It's just that, have

"So?

best friend, you don't want to say it out loud. You asked me to stay away from him, not because of jealousy, but because you were

opened a box of cake and pushed it to her. "So, you think that I need you because I

so blunt and straightforward, as if he

Forget it.

science was science

admitted and said,

strategies

eyes. She felt that his words contained a lot of hidden

rang. An important customer from abroad had come to River City, and he

as he took a pen and wrote seven words on Charlotte's memo: There

stared at the seven words as she let

be many

to be with her for many

page out of her memo. The moment when she was about to tear it apart, she

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