"Have you fallen in love with me?" Atlas Hallow looked at her, slightly amused by her voracious demeanor. Could this young woman really be won over by a barbecue meal alone?
"Didn't you hear me clearly? I was talking about girls. I can't really be considered a girl anymore, and this identity was ended by you," Charlotte Miller finished speaking and pointed to the ribs he was grilling, adding, "I want them well-done; I don't eat them bloody."
Atlas Hallow nodded, skillfully sprinkling a bit of fine sea salt and black pepper on the ribs, continuing to turn them over.
"Charlotte, why do you enjoy finance? Aside from your elders' influence, of course." He was curious. Most people would expect a charming girl like her to be passionate about shopping, raising exotic pets, mastering flower arranging, tea ceremonies, or design. Yet, she had chosen to engage in finance, directly dealing with money—a man's battleground where she seemed to maneuver effortlessly.
