Chapter 172 Joy

Charlotte Thompson didn't let this throw her off, she kept looking at the jewelry.

Racking her brain for new combinations, she sought something that would make the audience's eyes light up.

Her eyes fell on a pair of shining white shells, and Charlotte had a new idea. She was going to take a different path.

Gems indeed showcased elegance, but it seemed no one had considered whether everyone could afford them.

If she used shells, the cost and price would decrease.

Now having an idea, her actions gained speed, and she started polishing the shell by hand.

On the stage, Charlotte's focused gaze treated it like a treasure rather than just a shell.

Meanwhile, Evelyn Curtis was staring unblinkingly at Charlotte on stage, as if fixated on prey.

Thoughts uncontrollably raced in her mind.

This woman, Charlotte, was too odd—could it be she attracted attention only because she looked like Sophie Allen?