Chapter 601: Chapter 601: Displaying Majestic Power
The next morning, in the Design Department meeting room.
"Charlotte, are you even listening to me?"
A sudden, harsh voice shattered the quiet of the meeting room.
"Manager Clarkson, I..." Charlotte unwillingly lifted her head from the table, meeting Minister Clarkson’s disgusted gaze.
Originally, she could have left after finishing the design for the princess’ necklace, but since she decided to stay, she still had to attend all the various meetings of the Design Department.
She could feel that the newly appointed Minister Clarkson was deliberately targeting her.
"You what?" Minister Clarkson flicked her hand, interrupting her impatiently, pointing to a corner of the Design Department, "Haven’t you noticed that a light bulb over there is broken?"
"If I don’t ask you to fix it, would you not know to do it without being told?"
"I..." Charlotte’s eyes suddenly cooled, her rosy lips opened slightly, preparing to retort, but seeing her unreasonable demeanor, her eyes narrowed, deciding to wait and see.
She watched as Minister Clarkson really turned around and took something out of a drawer.
"Here!" Minister Clarkson, holding a brand-new light bulb, walked over to her, glancing at her dismissively and with a touch of disgust, "If you have nothing else to do, look around more, don’t think about slacking off all the time!"
"Tsk, Minister Clarkson, I came here to be a designer, not a light bulb repairer."
Charlotte is no pushover either, her cool eyes landed on her, then looked outside.
A ladder was quietly standing there.
It seemed that Minister Clarkson had intended to put her in danger all along, hadn’t she?
Otherwise, why would she be so prepared? Even the stepping stool had been prepared for her.
With a soft sneer, she saw Minister Clarkson’s face slightly sink, pointed out, saying: "Since Designer Charlotte is so free, why don’t you help?"
Charlotte lips curled into a smile, too lazy to argue with her, she took the light bulb and walked out.
Without any hesitation, she climbed on a nearly two-meter-high chair, holding the edge of the chair frame with one hand tightly, easily unscrewed the broken light bulb with the other hand.
Suddenly, the frame seemed to be kicked by someone, and it started shaking violently.
Charlotte’s eyes tightened, as she clung to the ladder, the light bulb that had just been taken off slipped from her grip and fell straight to the ground.
"Bang——!"
The booming sound of glass shattering instantly startled everyone in the Design Department, casting bitter glances at Charlotte, who stood on the ladder.
Voices of discontent filled the room as people murmured softly.
"Tsk, tsk, Minister Clarkson sure is bold today, giving a dressing down to Designer Charlotte who has a dispute with a big shot!"
"Yes, though I always felt sick whenever I saw Charlotte resisting me, it feels very satisfying right now."
...
If you look carefully, it’s easy to see that those people whispering Charlotte were the gossip-loving women in the Design Department.
The jumbled voices ringing in her ears did not stir a ripple in Charlotte’s heart, her delicate face still calm as ever.
She had already become accustomed to these kinds of rumors, having heard it countless times already.
"Miss Thompson? What is..."
Suddenly, a shocking male voice rang from a distance.
"Michael Richard?" As Charlotte turned around to look, she stumbled, accompanied by a violent shaking of the ladder.