The man walked over and sat in front of her.
He didn't say a word, but the air was gradually filled with the aura emanating from him.
It was an intensely invasive feeling, a presence developed over the years from Robert Stephens holding a high position. Charlotte, eating alone for a while, found herself a bit overwhelmed.
She put down her chopsticks and stood up as if to leave.
"Where to?"
The man's calm voice sounded from behind her.
This was the first time in days that Robert had called out to her during their silent feud, and she was genuinely a bit flattered.
Charlotte turned her head, looked at Robert, and gently said, "I have to go to work."
Her voice was soft, wearing a waist-cinched long-sleeved dress in a simple color, her waist slender and tender, her whole demeanor clean and innocent.
Robert lightly tapped the marble tabletop with his fingertips and said blandly, "I need to buy something later. You accompany me."
