ログインThere was a true stampede toward the direction of the front rows when word spread. However, Kenton was prepared to be overrun by people who had secured the best seats early on as others from the rear rushed through. Despite being in the front row, Vesta avoided talking to Kenton. Laverne motioned her over after realizing this and getting a little restless. Vesta caught the signal and came closer. "Aunt Laverne." "With all these big shots swarming Mr. Wagner, trying to squeeze in for a chat wouldn't really do much," Vesta replied, interpreting Laverne's objectives without saying a word. Thorne suggested that we set up a private meeting with Mr.
Wagner at a later date. "That's right." Laverne saw that she might have been a little too impatient. Thorne was interacting with the high-flyers they typically just read about, and Laverne encouraged Vesta to rejoin the group in the hopes that she could broaden her network. Not to be put off, Vesta said, "I've met most of them already." These stalwarts of the industry were quite friendly to Thorne. Laverne relaxed and grinned, knowing how much Thorne cared for Vesta. "That's good to hear." Nevertheless, Vesta went back to Thorne's side after speaking with Laverne.
It wasn't simple for anyone to break into that crowd. However, the throng easily parted for her because she was known as Thorne's date. The corporate titans stopped swarming Kenton after their turn and instead began talking among themselves about market trends. "Ms. Hawkins is a real catch, Thorne," someone in the group joked when Vesta returned. You've struck gold. " These moguls didn't make decisions based only on their backgrounds, despite their high positions. Vesta was a fantastic young professional who stood out due to her impressive resume, beauty, and elegance. They were sincere in their compliments.
"Mr. Dale, you flatter me," Vesta said politely in response to Thorne's smile. "The discussion continued until Kenton excused himself to go since he was running out of time. Knowing the weight of his obligations, no one dared to hold him back. Charlene and Stewart were engaged in conversation with tech experts from different companies as Kenton departed; unlike the others, they never felt the need to battle to see Kenton. It wasn't as simple as for some, but it wasn't impossible if they wanted to see Kenton.
As expected, Stewart got a message soon after Kenton departed, and he led Charlene out of the exhibit hall to meet Kenton in the parking lot. When they arrived, Kenton was likely messaging someone on his phone. Charlene stopped. "Professor Wagner," Kenton gave a nod. "I've seen your exhibit," Kenton remarked in a chilly tone. It's okay. But "three years, and this is all you've got?" he said, casting a cold glance over them.
Stewart and Charlene felt a chill run down their spine.Stewart quickly said, "We're already on that, developing a new product line. We should have some samples ready by next year." "Uh-huh." Kenton responded coldly, adding, "Don't come to see me again until you get it done." Charlene and Stewart: "Yes, Professor Wagner."Kenton said again, "Send me a review tonight."Instantly, Charlene and Stewart realized that by 'review,' their mentor meant a technical summary of today's exhibition entries.Charlene and Stewart nodded. "Yes, sir."
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.







