Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 22

At night, in the Emersons's living room.

Yuliana clasped Elaine's hand and asked meekly.

"Sis, is that really Charlotte over there?"

Elaine rolled her eyes at her hopeless sister.

"What kind of question is that? You follow Shane around like a lost puppy every day, yet you still know nothing. Speaking of Shane, what's the matter with him? He made a fool out of me in front of so many people today! When are you the two of you ever going to get hitched?

"Sis, calm down. It'll happen soon, alright?" Yuliana hung her head in shame.

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Elaine's younger sister was making her blood boil so much, she nearly fainted. However, it was a blessing that Shane couldn't recognize Charlotte.

This was indeed a silver lining to the cloud.

"Madam Emerson, Elder Master is back."

The housekeeper said as he entered.

Hearing this, Elaine shot a stern glance at Yuliana, signalling her to wrap up the conversation. Then, she went out to welcome her husband.

"Timothy, how are you? You must be exhausted traveling back and forth." Elaine said, helping Timothy take his coat off.

"How did the birthday party go?"

Timothy hadn't been able to attend his youngest son's birthday party, since he had to return to his hometown for prayers.

"Yes, everything went smoothly." A sweet smile lit up Elaine's face, like a perfectly doting wife.

She had ordered that no one would talk about what had happened earlier that day. Timothy would be none the wiser.

"I'm tired. If there's anything you want to talk about, we could go over it tomorrow."

As Elaine watched Timothy make his way up the stairs, a hint of malevolence flashed across her eyes.

Charlotte was back. She would need to get her plans rolling quickly.

Monday.

Charlotte arrived at the company. Before she could even take a bite out of the steamed buns she bought in the morning, the design manager called her to the office.

The moment she opened the door, Tilly, the design manager, slammed a document on the table. She pointed furiously at Charlotte. "You' re Charlotte, the newcomer right? Who gave you the authority to change the design drafts?"

Charlotte was slightly puzzled. She pursed her lips. The old-fashioned clothes and the glasses she wore emphasized her docile demeanor.

"You gave me the documents, but you didn't tell me what to do with them. I thought you wanted me to amend them."

"So that's the case. Are you trying to put the blame on me?" roared Tilly. She was getting increasingly livid, and it was showing in the harshness of her voice. "Charlotte Emerson! Who do you think you are? Our team has been working tirelessly on this for the past few months. How could you simply make changes as you whim and fancy?

"Look at these. Look at the garbage you’ve turned them into!"

"Get out. Immediately! Our company doesn’t need someone like you!”

Tilly's face was seething red with anger, glaring at her furiously.

Charlotte shook her head, upset and in disbelief. She had just been described as a good-for-nothing designer. What a total insult it was.

If word got out to other companies that she was dismissed in such a manner, she would not be able to find any more work.

As Charlotte thought about it, she met Tilly's gaze. She said in an unsettlingly quiet tone, "As a new employee, I wasn’t given any guidance. Without knowing the head or tail, a bunch of designs was chucked at me. I saw a few things that I thought needed revision. But oh well, it’s all my fault anyway."

"On top of that, I’m really surprised the design manager would have approved work of this poor quality. I truly am amazed.

Tilly was pissed off by what she heard.

"Charlotte Emerson! You'd better shut up!" She growled and raised her hand, ready to unleash the full force of her anger in a slap.

Thankfully, Charlotte was able to dodge the strike, and Tilly' s hand failed to make contact.

She looked at Tilly coldly. "Manager Page, I'm just a rookie. How could you be so angry at me? Have I offended you in any way?"

Charlotte really found it odd. She had only been here for a few days, how could she have already ended up in Tilly’s bad books?