After ordering, Justin Battleson handed the menu to the waiter, then looked at Charlotte Thompson. He nodded slightly and smiled, "Why didn't you accept?"
Across the table, Charlotte stretched in satisfaction and smiled lazily, turning her gaze towards the window.
The sun was about to set outside the window, its golden light pouring into the city. The sweetness permeated the air and seeped in through the window gaps.
Charlotte curled her lips slightly, a mysterious emotion flashed across her eyes. After a long pause, she shrugged, let out a chuckle and retorted, "Why should I accept? To enter the entertainment industry or to pursue fame?"
It sounded like a rhetorical question. Justin, understanding the implications, did not respond, simply watching her silently as she continued.
Charlotte crossed her arms and continued, "Being high-profile in the entertainment industry is like guarding against scandal or paparazzi every night, or even every few hours."