Chapter 570 Mr. Smith, May I Come In?
Seeing his serious expression, Charlotte also got playful. âWell then, tell me about all the differences.â
Joe wasnât daunted; he truly enumerated all the differences point by point, leaving even Charlotte momentarily stunned.
After a while, she finally said, âNow I truly believe youâve looked through all my works.â
If he hadnât genuinely examined them, he couldnât have analyzed so many distinctions, some of which Charlotte herself
hadnât even noticed but were discovered by Joe.
Joe tightened his hold on her arm, his gaze ambiguously tracing her lips. âI told you I wonât lie to you anymore.â
Their gazes locked, and they shared a passionate kiss.
Early the next morning, Charlotte had a sudden idea. âHow about I drive you to the company?â
Joe glanced at her lightly. âAre you willing?â
Since they had been together, most of the time, it was Joe who went to find Charlotte. She rarely took the initiative to visit the Smith Group to see him.
Today was truly a rare occurrence.
Charlotte shot him an exasperated look. âIf Iâm not willing, why did I bother asking?â
Before her words even faded, her fingers were already caught in Joeâs grip.
His expression remained indifferent. âLetâs go.â
Hand in hand, they arrived at the Smith Group building. Jack seemed surprised to see Charlotte and then quickly said,
âMiss Clinton, your timing is perfect. Mr. Smith had asked me to order your coffee a while ago. Itâs been waiting for you.â
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Charlotte hadnât expected Joe to arrange this specifically for her. She smiled and asked, âWould you kindly make me a
cup?â
Jack nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered that a business partner was supposed to come to
the company for a contract signing today. He reminded Joe, âThe representative from Roland Group is scheduled to sign
the contract today. Do you need to reschedule?â
âOf course, thereâs no need to reschedule.â
Joe hadnât even spoken when a seductive voice sounded from the door, âOf course not necessary, because Iâm already
here.â
The door to the presidentâs office swung open, revealing a sensuous beauty dressed in a red suit.
Large areas of her fair
skin were exposed in the low-cut outfit, causing even Jack to avert his gaze in embarrassment.
Joe frowned. âWho are you?â
Upon seeing the woman enter, Charlotte felt a sense of familiarity.
It wasnât until the woman smiled that Charlotte remembered her as the same woman she had encountered near the resort!
âHello, Mr. Smith. Iâm the representative sent by Roland Group. My name is Sandra Faulkner,â the woman extended her
hand, attempting to shake hands with Joe, only to be unceremoniously avoided.
âSandra Faulkner?â Charlotte repeated the name in surprise, unsure if the woman had the same name by coincidence or
had another motive.
Before she could voice her probing question, Sandra smiled at Charlotte. âYou must be Miss Clinton, right? I heard you
recently submitted evidence to the police, claiming that I bribed others to frame you?â
Joeâs expression darkened. âI thought knocking before entering an office was a matter of courtesy.â
Sandra chuckled lightly, gracefully walking to the office door and knocking. âMr. Smith, may I come in?â
Joe glanced up, his lips curling into a faint smile. âNo, you canât. Get out.â
Hearing that, Sandraâs expression immediately changed