Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“We are near the second changing room,” Desmond told her while looking at the man cautiously.
“No one from outside came here without permission, Ms. Carter.” The man said in a warning tone, but Desmond scoffed.
“I will be there in two.” Mom said to us in a cold voice and hung up.
“Ms. Rachel Carter, the spokesperson from Carter’s Media. She is her mother, and she is already inside,” Desmond told him arrogantly, and my eyes widened in surprise when I was that man went pale.
“Are you sure that you want to stop us now?” Desmond asked him again, arrogance still evident in his voice.
My mother’s company wasn’t that big to stand against people like Emanuel and Mr. Rashid, but people like them also like to stay away from unnecessary exposure to the media nowad
