Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 306

"Getting rid of the cocoon in excitement, sensing the impulse of a glorious re-birth..."

When Nancy asked me how we should name the studio, my cell phone rang.

I took a look at it and saw that Patrick was calling me.

Yesterday, I had told Patrick my number.

I hesitated for a moment and picked up the call, asking, "What's the matter?"

Over the phone, Patrick was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I want to tell you that I have gone back to the company and that I may be busy in the next few days. So I probably can't contact you. And I will contact you after the advertising auction is over."

"After the advertising auction..."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Although I said so verbally, I wasn't sure if Patrick and I could meet again after the auction.

After I hung up the phone, Nancy asked me, "Why don't we name our studio Swallowtail Butterfly?"

"Swallowtail Butterfly?"

It happened that the name of my cell phone ringtone was Swallowtail Butterfly as well.

"Yes. We both restarted our life and were re-born. Among the butterflies, the swallowtail butterfly is the largest one with dazzling colors. I think it has a good meaning." As Nancy said, she picked up a pen and casually drew something on the paper, saying, "And based on this name, we can design a logo for it with ease. We can design it like a butterfly with stretched wings with different colors on both sides. One represents me. And the other represents you."

I agree.

I raise my hand and showed my support.

In fact, at this time, I had other things on my mind. Regarding the name of the studio, I would let Nancy call the shots.

That afternoon, Nancy and I went to Gifted Design Company, telling the one in charge that we would set up a studio.

And we had oral agreements that we could cooperate with each other.

As the advertising auction was coming soon, I was getting more and more ill at ease. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

On the day before the advertising auction, I asked Ryan to take Glenn back to Town S.

As for what was going on in the Cowell Family, Ryan knew a little about it.

He agreed immediately without even asking me why.

Of course, Glenn didn't agree. I persuaded him with all my might. In the end, I promised to pick him up a month later. Hearing so, he reluctantly agreed.

The advertising auction would be held the next day.

And it would officially begin in the afternoon.

Waking up early in the morning, I carefully dressed up. Instead of choosing the Chinese-style dress, I chose a noble sapphire blue dress, curled up against my straight hair with a curling iron, and tied it up with delicate makeup on my face.

Looking myself into the mirror, I did look like someone from a noble class.

After getting everything done, I went to Noah Center in which there was an auction for advertising on the national TV channel next year.

I wanted to see if I could sneak in.

After arriving at the door, I couldn't help but be frightened by the situation there.

In front of the vast plaza at the entrance of Noah Center, it was crowded with luxury cars. These luxury cars weren't the ones I usually saw on the main road, like Bentley or Porsche.

On the contrary, they were of some marks that I had never seen before.

For some commonly seen cars, they were of colors which I had never seen before.

This scene had fully illustrated how extraordinarily capable the attendees of the auction today were.

In an instant, I understood why Patrick had looked so gloomy when he had been asked about how confident he was about winning the auction this time.

After all, as the saying goes, there was always someone better than you.

It wasn't a piece of cake to win the chance to advertise on the national TV station during the prime period.

I traversed through the plaza and arrived at the entrance of Noah Center.

As soon as I stood there, I was stopped by the staff at the door, "Madam, please show me your invitation card."

"Invitation card?"

His words immediately confused me.

It turned out that not everyone could enter Noah Center and that the attendees had to get an invitation card.

I, who didn't have an invitation card at all, looked guilty. Even so, I pretended to open my bag and turned it over carefully before saying to the staff, "I seem to... forget to bring it with me."

"Madam, I'm sorry. You can't go in without an invitation card."

The staff said to me in a business-like way.

Even so, he looked somewhat disdainful.

After all, he had seen many people tell such a lie.

Looking a little embarrassed, I realized that I had been too careless by coming here like this.

As I stood there at a loss, the staff looked behind me, raised his head high, and said respectfully, "Mr. Roger."

I looked back and saw a man's upper body.

Then I raised my head.

And I saw a familiar face.

It was Roger.

Roger slightly lowered his eyes and looked at me. Pausing for a moment, he lifted his feet and went inside.

Upon seeing Roger, I thought of the several calls Seth had made before his death first.

Roger probably knew the truth of Seth's death!

However, Roger was too dangerous. I couldn't expose myself in front of him.

After seeing Roger, I was a little confused in my head. At this time, Roger actually went back and stood in front of me, saying, "Miss Archer, long time no see."

I was shocked!

I didn't expect that Roger would recognize me!

I turned around, planning to leave. However, as soon as I took a few steps, I heard Roger change his wordings, "Oh, no, you should be Janetta Nolan now."

Hearing him call me, the staff asked, "Is this lady a friend of yours, Mr. Roger?"

"That's right."

Roger admitted it directly.

It wasn't surprising that Roger would recognize me. After all, he was the one who had told Jeremy and Gina about my movements.

He should have been watching me for a long time.

I turned around and denied it, "I don't have such a noble friend as you, Mr. Roger."

Roger slightly raised his eyebrows as he heard this. Looking at me, he said with a smile, "A noble friend? It's me who can't afford to have you as my friend, Miss Nolan. After all, Miss Nolan, you made the uncle and the nephew in the Cowell Family turn against each other. As the nephew accompanied you, who was in a coma, days and nights for five days in a row without keeping an eye on his company, his uncle seized a chance and dealt a fatal blow to Towering High."

"What?"

I was stunned.

What Roger had said just now implied too much!

At the same time, it confirmed that what Patrick had said that day was right.

Sure enough, it was Shelton who did it.

However... It turned out that the one who accompanied me for five days back then was...

At this moment, since the auction was about to begin, many people arrived one after another.

The staff was busy checking the invitation cards. As Roger stood there, people coming and going kept greeting him.

Roger dealt with them randomly and asked me, "Miss Nolan, do you need me to take you in? An invitation card can take two people in."

"I..."

"But I have to remind you that both the uncle and the nephew will be present here today. At that time, I'm afraid that the auction will turn into hell. Don't you think so?"

Roger interrupted me.

Hearing his words, I, who originally planned to go in with him, was discouraged immediately.

"Will both Patrick and Shelton be here today?"

"In that case, it won't be suitable for me to show up here."

I shook my head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Roger. I won't go in."

After that, I turned around and wanted to leave. Thinking of Seth, I stopped and turned to ask him, "Mr. Roger, do you know Seth? About his death, I want to ask whether you know something about it."

Originally, I wanted to ask Roger indirectly.

Having no idea about how to beat around the bush, I asked him directly.

Hearing my question, Roger curled up the corner of his mouth slightly with a trace of surprise showing up on his handsome face, asking, "Miss Nolan, you are quite capable. How come you can even find out this matter?"