"Alright." Charlotte Allison guessed Mr. Newman knew where Grandpa had placed that item in the ancestral home and intended to show her.
Walking from the backyard to the front, there were people from the acting troupe inside the house.
"Young lady, I've got a question for you," Mr. Newman said.
"Go ahead."
"What were you thinking, lending this lovely house for filming? What kind of play are they shooting, with so many strangers coming and going every day?" Mr. Newman found it quite incomprehensible.
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Charlotte asked politely.
"Tell me both, I'll listen."
She slowly said, "The lie is to provide a venue for artistic projects, offering the best viewing experience for audiences to promote traditional culture."
"The truth is I need to maintain a good relationship with the director to achieve my goals."
Mr. Newman watched her say these two sets of words with such calmness and matter-of-factness without a hint of blush.
