Chapter 344

After Joyce left in the elevator, Charlotte took a few deep breaths to

calm herself down.

No matter how much she hated Joyce in her heart, she just could not at

least show it in front of Luther.

She went to the secretary's desk and asked the secretary to make an

intercom call into Luther's office to inform her that she needed to see

Luther.

It took a long time after the secretary called Luther before he finally

answered.

After hanging up the phone, the secretary stood up and said to

Charlotte with a smile, “The president said that you should wait in the

reception room downstairs, and he will be there in half an hour.”

Charlotte froze.

What did that mean? She's an outsider? She could only go to the

reception room?

She was not even qualified to enter his office?

“I can't go in?" Charlotte could no longer keep the bitterness she felt

from showing up on her face, pointing uncertainly at the door to the

president's exclusive office. The shutters were still tightly closed. She

couldn't see what was going on inside at all.

“I'm sorry, that's what the president meant.” The secretary was very

polite. After all, Charlotte was the Heath family's daughter.

With all the commotion in the room just now, they had guessed what

was happening inside. After all, why would they ever need to close the

blinds?

It was just obvious how close the president with Joyce, and how

indifferent the president was towards Charlotte.

Although they had been talking about it in private, they would never

dare to show their mockery in front of Charlotte.

"Okay, I got it, I'll go wait for him downstairs now, thanks." Charlotte

tried her best to blossom into a smile. When she turned around, her

eyes were already burning with a vicious flame.

She did not need to take the elevator to get to the reception room

downstairs, because the penthouse was actually a duplex structure and

she could simply take the internal stairs down.

Charlotte walked down the revolving staircase and sat down on the

coach in the reception room.

Waiting in anger was a torment, and the more she thought about it, the

angrier she was, she waited for about half an hour.

Luther came down the revolving staircase.

She could see that he seemed to have just taken a shower, and he

looked so handsome with his chiseled, profound features, and slightly

wet and half-dry hair. As he approached, he emitted a refreshing smell

of mint body wash.

She was fascinated, could not move her eyes, and even her feet

seemed to have been glued to the floor.

Joyce came out of his office disheveled and flushed, and his

inexplicable shower in the morning was more evidence of what had just

happened to them.

Charlotte bit her lower lip until it turned white, her fingers shaking

slightly.

Luther coughed softly, “What do you want?"

His tone was detached and there was a chill in his voice.

Charlotte bowed her head and whispered, “You weren't answering my

calls, so I had to come to you."

“Yeah? I never take calls outside of work and I didn't notice your call.”

Luther casually brushed it off.

Charlotte looked even more gloomy, and he didn't even bother to make

an excuse.

Not answering calls outside of work? Could he not answer Joyce's

calls? Not noticing her calls, was that possible? She had called a dozen

times in the past few days, how could he not see it?

She wanted to pretend to be unwell in front of him, the old dry heaving

trick, but finally she thought better of it, afraid that he was more

disgusted.

“If you need anything, just say it. I'm busy." Seeing that she hesitated to

speak, he said impatiently.

With that, he stood up, "If you think of anything, you can ask your

secretary to pass it on to me."

"Wait." Seeing that he was in a hurry to leave, Charlotte hurriedly stood

up to stop, "Actually, my grandfather and my mother want to meet you."