Charlotte Thompson lazily lifted her eyelids, stepping aside, she drawled, "I know there's only forty minutes left until the observation ends..."
She turned her head towards Zoe Anne with a sly wink, stating with a cheshire grin, "Miss Anne is pretty well-off, so maybe you don't care about the competition results, but me, as the poorest designer in the industry, I have to be extra reliable and trustworthy."
She waved her hand, speeding up her pace, "I also need to feed my family by this show, so I can't chat with you anymore."
Watching the woman's receding figure, Zoe Anne's eyes widened. The hand gripping the strap of her backpack tightened, and after a few seconds of processing, she quickly ran after her.
Charlotte kept a helpless expression on her face as they went, with Zoe Anne prattling nonstop in her ear.
However, after a long talk, Charlotte finally understood what she meant.