"Sir, your female companion is ready." Outside, a uniformed makeup artist walked in with a smile and opened the door.
Robert Thomson looked up indifferently, but seeing her for the first time left him utterly shocked!
He suddenly stood up, even knocking over the teacup on the small round table in front of him, spilling the water out, instantly wetting the floor before him, and even his pant leg, but he remained unaware!
Fortunately, he only spilled water this time, not coffee or other stains that would leave a visible mark. Once it dried, it would be fine.
But he was still amazed!
Even his eyes stared at her without blinking, not knowing what night this was -
Not only him, even Christopher Wilson beside him was stunned.
Because this outfit, this appearance, and this clothing – wasn't this a replica of Charlotte Rodriguez?
Indeed it was. Others may not recognize the outfit, but how could Robert Thomson not recognize it?
