Outside, a few people who appeared to be passersby were all holding their phones to record videos. Inside the Hallow Clan's building, it seemed calm, yet it couldn't quell the curious people who were peeking through the windows from above.
This is a common ailment of modern people: they love to watch the excitement, love to critique, and even more so, they like to project their own dissatisfaction onto others to seek balance. So, Charlotte Miller happened to fall into such a chess game, seemingly fraught with danger.
"Atlas Hallow, how is Rowan Diaz's situation?" Charlotte had usually not often taken the initiative to enter Atlas Hallow's office. No matter how close they were in private, here she insisted that Atlas was merely her superior. Of course, now there was an additional layer to her identity; they had a cooperative relationship. Although the formal trusteeship contract had not yet been signed, it was as good as a done deal.
