Fortunately, Charlotte's judgment of character was not bad. Although she still hadn't given up her dream of clinging to a golden thigh, in recent years, Charlotte had begun to consciously save money. If she ultimately had no way to become the mistress of a certain Milady, at least the gold coins in her hand could allow her to live a little longer.
But all of this changed after she met that black cat.
The Light God be her witness, Charlotte had lived nineteen years and never knew she had the ability to understand a black cat talking.
The emotion that arose in her heart at that moment was not joy, but terror. Charlotte's face turned completely pale on the spot, but her experience alongside all kinds of men over these years had made this pitiful woman's inner self much more resilient, preventing her from fainting in extreme terror.
However, if given the choice, Charlotte would rather have fainted on the spot, so she wouldn't have to endure this deadly fear.
