Seeing that Charlotte was tempted, Krik Jones hooked the corner of his lips and asked, "I wonder if Miss Barratt has the time to discuss further at another place?"
Charlotte looked down at her clothes, unable to stand the outfit she was wearing, "Sorry, I'm busy now. Let's do it another day!"
Having said that, Charlotte left without looking back.
Krik looked at Charlotte with a puzzled face, wondering why she suddenly changed her mind.
He stared at Charlotte's retreating figure, confused, and shouted, "Miss Barratt, when will it be another day?"
Charlotte stopped, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes. After all, Krik didn't grow up in high society and didn't understand the rules.
Generally speaking, even if she didn't leave her number, Krik should be able to get it from others.
But Charlotte didn't have time to care about Krik's stupidity. She turned to him, gave a series of numbers, and her red lips curled slightly, "My phone number."
