Nightfall.
After deciding to participate in the show, Lincoln Smith's handling speed was swift. He immediately sent a document to Charlotte Thompson's mailbox.
Not only an email, but even another duplicate version of the contract was also sent over promptly.
Placing the milk on the table, Charlotte pulled a chair and sat down, wearing a soft, slick, white chiffon dress with ink-dripping hair draped over her shoulders.
She yawned and casually threw the paper contract onto the table. A computer was placed in front of her. She stretched out her hand to move the mouse and simultaneously clicked open the file sent by Lincoln Smith.
It was a more detailed program introduction than the one that Coco had given her, encompassing the process, rules, and the complete list of participants in the show.
In the column of judges, her name was first.
With a slight raise of her eyebrows, Charlotte read on seriously.