FAZER LOGINCharlene sabotaged Vesta's chance at PrimeStar because, in Laverne's opinion, she was jealous that Vesta had taken Thorne away from her. Charlene seemed to thrive on making drama despite having no genuine ability or education. Laverne found the entire situation hilariously pitiful just thinking about it. She reasoned that she wasn't the only one who felt this way. Thorne most likely thought the same thing. Sadly, Charlene was blissfully oblivious to this, most likely still congratulating herself for ruining Vesta's opportunity. Laverne felt there was no competition when she considered Vesta's superior intelligence to Charlene's.
"I know," Henley sighed. He was in agreement with Laverne. "But she won't listen." "She's just so..." Like her mother, she is stubborn. Laverne didn't say anything about that. After all, discussing that woman was never pleasant. "About the project..." "Let's wait for Vesta to get back and ask her," Henley said, sounding worried. They had invested a lot of money in Al throughout the years, but their company's growth was poor since its goods lacked cutting-edge technology. However, even with no effort, PrimeStar made millions of dollars a year from the project. Who wouldn't be jealous?
Their company's value may soon soar to billions of dollars if they could deconstruct the project's main technology and incorporate it into their ongoing efforts. Vesta entered as they were discussing this. When she saw Laverne and Henley, she said, "Dad, Aunt Laverne." "Vesta, you're back?" With her love and respect for Vesta as evident as a bell, Laverne's face lit up with a smile. Vesta sat down and nodded. "What were you guys talking about?" According to Henley, "The project" "What are your plans if you don't have access to PrimeStar?
Was there anything Mr. Henderson said? "Thorne promised to get in touch with Kenton on my behalf," Mesta remarked. A prominent figure in the AI sector, Kenton was elusive to the general public but well-respected by the government. The concept had been devised by Stewart, one of Kenton's few direct students. They had to try their luck with Kenton because the Stewart route was a dead end for them. Henley grinned and said, "That's good," but he was a little concerned. "Stewart may have disparaged you to Kenton since he was his pupil. Is that possible?" I doubt it," smiled Laverne in response.
"You don't realize how much Kenton appreciates talent, Henley. Vesta is a brilliant person. If she has the opportunity to meet Kenton, I'm confident that her abilities in Al will impress him. It's possible that Kenton will make an exception and accept her as a direct pupil. Henley laughed. "That would be something." Laverne responded, "Did Mr. Henderson mention when you might meet Mr. Wagner?"
"Next week at the Future Tech Expo," Vesta said nonchalantly as she sipped her drink. It is reported that Mr. Wagner will be present. "Everyone knew about the Future Tech Expo. But their business wasn't well-known enough in the sector to get the government to invite them. But they had hope, thanks to Thorne. Laverne and Henley turned to look at Vesta. According to Vesta, "Thorne got me two tickets, but there are only two." "It's okay. Who you go with is irrelevant. The important thing is that you go. Laverne grinned. "Exactly."
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.







