Se connecterAfter leaving PrimeStar, Raleigh called Vesta.com right away. "Charlene got a job at PrimeStar? Vesta inquired. "Yeah. It seemed strange to Raleigh. "Didn't you know?" She was pushed out to create a way at PrimeStar because of Charlene, wasn't that right? "No idea." She believed she wasn't hired by Stewart to give Charlene an advantage. So, since joining PrimeStar, had Charlene left the Henderson Group? Raleigh hesitated. "What were those personal reasons you mentioned?" Vesta had no desire to elaborate. "Just some personal beef."
"But—" "What's going on?" He made a mistake. Raleigh couldn't help but wonder, "How capable is Charlene? His departure had nothing to do with Vesta." I've heard that she didn't even receive her PhD. She received more than simply her PhD. Her only degree is a bachelor's. She didn't attend graduate school. "Really?" "Yeah. " Vesta spoke in a cold tone. Charlene's departure from the Henderson Group was surprising. Vesta was even more shocked, though, by Charlene's lack of interest in continuing her education after leaving the Henderson Group. Instead, she used backdoor contacts to land a job at another company.
She lacked vision and ambition. "Vesta, what are your plans now?" inquired Raleigh. Vesta remarked, "I need to practice a lot because I have a big race coming up." Later, I'll consider work-related matters. "Oh, I see..." Raleigh was aware of Yesta's versatility. He occasionally questioned whether she could maintain her professional expertise given all of her pursuits. However, he was aware of Vesta's extraordinary qualities and thought she was on a different level. He reasoned that Vesta must have had a motive if she dared to do it. Thorne was browsing through some files at Henderson Group in the meantime, and without even looking up, he asked Coy, "Get me a coffee, will you?" "Right away.
Sunny was both anxious and eager because it was her first time preparing coffee for Thorne. She meticulously made the coffee according to Charlene's instructions, which Coy then brought to Thorne. Leaving his files aside, Thorne took the coffee to gently stir and lifted it to his lips, only to pause. There was something strange about the smell. After hesitating, he took a tiny taste but quickly put it down. Coy hesitated and said, "Brew it again." "Okay." Sunny was perplexed. "Make it once more? Was there too much sugar, or did it taste bad? However, I measured the sugar just as Charlene instructed. It must not be incorrect.
"Coy appeared defenseless. "I'm also unsure." Sunny needed to make another cup of coffee. Thorne didn't even taste this one, maybe because she was nervous. "What's going on?" he asked Coy after taking a whiff and putting it aside. Coy clarified, "Sunny might be nervous since it's her first time making coffee for you, so she might not have gotten the heat right..." Thorne sighed. "Is it sunny? Who is Sunny? "Where's Charlene?" Coy said, startled. "Charlene is no longer with the company. Did you not know? Thorne said nothing. He really had no idea. He was aware that Coy had been annoyed by Charlene's work attitude, which had resulted in discussions about her termination. "But—"When did she leave?"
Standing in her room, Charlene felt a little uneasy but not extremely so. After all, she and Thome were married, and although they had become less common over time, they were familiar with the intimacy of marriage. Charlene had hoped that Thorne would fall in love with her ever since they were married. She never used overt seduction, though. It wasn't that she hadn't considered it; she just didn't take action because she thought it wouldn't work on him. As a result, she continued to dress modestly at night, usually in loose, button-down pajamas. She was currently wearing a loose-fitting shirt that was long enough that, even without pants, it didn't reveal too much. Charlene thought her top was appropriately modest and not intended to be seductive, so she quickly clarified, "I just forgot to grab my pants..."to avoid giving Thorne the wrong impression. But she didn't realize how well-proportioned she was, how the high-low hem of the shirt perfectly accentuated her long, fair legs, and
As she did so, Irma gave her grandson a quick gaze that spoke more than words could. Her grandson seemed unfazed and began serving Charlene food without Irma's further prodding. In a whisper, Charlene said, "Thanks." Irma continued talking about the assortment of vitamins she had brought over, saying she would choose some for Charlene and Thorne to "recharge" after supper. * Charlene simply nodded away, unable to truly say no. Irma truly mastered the art of making the ideal soup when she was younger. She insisted on personally overseeing the making of a special, healthy broth for Charlene and Thorne after supper. Irma politely but firmly pushed Charlene out of the kitchen when she volunteered to assist. Charlene ended up taking a seat on the couch.Thorne and Jasmine were both present, each engrossed in their own worlds—one fumbling with a Rubik's cube, the other looking on her phone. There was silence in the room and a lot of unsaid words in the air. Stewart sent Charlene a message a
Tears filled her eyes, and she briefly lost consciousness. But before she could finish inquiring about his health, Thorne unexpectedly took his cigarette away, gently wiped a tear from her cheek, and said, "Get some rest early." She quickly snapped back to reality, blurting out, "Thank you, so you—" Watching his leaving form, Charlene was shocked and temporarily at a loss for words.* She wasn't sure what to do next by the time she collected her thoughts. When Thorne advised her to go to bed early, did he intend for her to stay the night? They weren't legally divorced, so staying the night wasn't out of the question even if she had moved out. However, remaining in the master bedroom... Perhaps not. She collected her possessions, including a change of clothes and some everyday needs, and went to Jasmine Henderson's room after calming herself with that thinking.She stayed in Jasmine's room that evening. She awoke shortly before seven the following day. Jasmine joined Charlene after she
Fantastic! Jasmine's mood clearly improved as she skipped upstairs. When Charlene emerged from the master bedroom after shutting down her laptop and organizing her belongings, Jasmine threw herself into her arms and exclaimed, "Mommy!" "Uh-huh," Charlene said, caressing her daughter's hair but without giving her a hug in return. Jasmine joyfully chattered away, unaware of her mother's lack of affection. Thorne went upstairs at that moment. His eyes briefly met Charlene's as she drew his attention. Charlene's look was just as controlled as Thorne's. "How about Mrs. Thompson giving you a bath tonight?" she said, turning to face Jasmine. Mommy needs to talk to Daddy about something. "When Thorne heard this, he stopped in his tracks. Jasmine was in a good mood after having a great time the previous two days. She went off to have Mrs.Thompson assists her with her bath, despite her minor reluctance. "Shall we talk in the room?" Charlene suggested as she saw Thorne playing with his phone wh
Charlene was not at all shocked to see that Vesta had picked up the phone. She and Thorne were almost inseparable, after all. What if she picked up Thorne's phone? Charlene said calmly, "I'm looking for Thorne." "He's taking a shower," Vesta said icily, identifying Charlene's voice on the other end. You can let me know if you need anything. "Tell her?" Yes, she was concerned about the issue. Henley may have bought the mansion, but Vesta's uncle saw her aunt in the area today. He probably bought the mansion as a favor to Vesta's grandmother, who is now his mother-in-law. Would Charlene prevent her grandma and uncle from moving into that house if she actually told Vesta? She wouldn't, of course. Furthermore, Charlene was shocked that Vesta was ignorant about her uncle's family's intention to relocate across from their estate.Telling Vesta would therefore be useless and might even backfire. Charlene hung up the phone without saying anything. Over an hour went by, and Thorne still hadn't
Granger remained silent, giving Moran the impression that he thought it was premature to talk. Knowing that it would be pointless to press Granger, Moran turned to grin at Daisy and knelt at her level. How many times have you seen Daisy, the woman you had lunch with? Can you recall her name? Granger's hold on his cup tightened abruptly. "Moran!" "Three times!" was Daisy's direct response when questioned about Charlene, unaware of the adults' nuanced ideas and unfamiliar with Moran. "The lady's name..." Daisy couldn't exactly remember Charlene's name, and Granger hadn't even called her "Ms. Ross" when they first met earlier that day. She turned to Granger for assistance. Granger looked down and said, "Uncle, what's the lady's name?" "Next time you see her, you can ask her yourself." Daisy gave a joyful nod. "All right. Moran said to himself, "Stingy." Granger disregarded him.Daisy hesitantly gave Jasmine a crystal keychain after noticing how content she was with it. Jasmine was happy.







