Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 341 to 350)

Chapter 341

Granger sent another text before disappearing for the night.

“I’m at a work dinner, you guys go ahead and chat.”

After that, he was off the grid.

Once Granger got into his car, he didn’t pay much

attention to the ongoing conversation and replied, “I’m busy too, catch you later.”

Then he closed the messaging app.

Seeing both Thorne and Granger were out of the loop, Vesta chimed in, “Time for dinner, talk later.”

Moran was totally speechless.

That afternoon, Charlene headed to the R&D department for a meeting. Gaylord was there too.

As Charlene skillfully identified issues and quickly offered solutions, Gaylord watched her without interrupting.

After the meeting wrapped up, Charlene was about to leave when she noticed Gaylord looking her way. She paused and, out of courtesy, asked, “Is your first day at the company going well?”

Gaylord replied, “I’m settling in fine, thanks for asking.”

Charlene nodded, said no more, and left the conference room with her laptop.

In the following days, Charlene juggled her work while negotiating a copyright agreement with an Al journal.

On Friday, after reviewing the R&D department’s work report, Charlene asked Chester to send Gaylord to her office.

Three minutes later, Gaylord knocked and entered.

Once he was seated, Charlene began, “Your algorithm does enhance the efficiency and performance of the existing model to a degree, but it still isn’t quite living up to my expectations.”

With that, she began discussing the issues with his algorithm.

Gaylord listened intently. He had been at PrimeStar for three or four days now. He had interacted with Charlene several times.

Her demeanor seemed vastly different from the day of his interview, yet Charlene didn’t seem curious or surprised by this change.

Moreover, on his first day, he sent her a bouquet of yellow roses as an apology.

Yet, days had passed, and Charlene never mentioned the flowers.

It was as if she never received them, and she didn’t seem curious about his reason for apologizing.

Charlene’s professional prowess was apparent to him during the interview.

However, after joining PrimeStar and witnessing her work firsthand, he realized she was far more competent than he had initially perceived.

In the Al field, Gaylord was considered a prodigy.

But after working with Charlene, he felt he hadn’t even scratched the surface of her expertise.

She seemed more innovative and skilled than the big names he had encountered at Goldland.

More importantly, she-

Charlene finished speaking, and seeing that Gaylord

didn’t leave immediately, she looked up, “Any other questions?”

Gaylord tore his gaze away from her, stood up, and said, “No, that’s all.”

Charlene nodded and said nothing further.

Gaylord returned to work.

Shortly after, his phone rang.

Upon answering, the voice on the other end asked, “So,

how’s it going with that Charlene girl? Do you think she’d choose you over Stewart?”

Choose between him or Stewart?

In Charlene’s eyes, he was probably just another researcher in the department.

“No progress,” he said while continuing to analyze data. “Gotta go.”

He hung up, and almost immediately, Vesta called him.

He glanced at the phone but didn’t answer, focusing on his work instead.

Meanwhile, across town…

“Mommy!”

As soon as Sally spotted her mom outside the kindergarten, she ran joyfully into her arms.

Sally’s mom hugged her tightly, then noticed Jasmine nearby and greeted her with a warm smile, “Hey there, Minnie.”

Jasmine nodded at Sally’s mom, “Hello, ma’am.”

Sally glanced around and asked Jasmine, “Minnie, is your driver here yet?”

Jasmine looked around but didn’t spot her family’s driver. Instead, she noticed many classmates being picked up by their moms, although she was usually picked up by the driver.

Initially, she didn’t mind.

She thought having her mom pick her up wasn’t cool at all,

So whether her mom came to pick her up or not didn’t matter.

But…

Seeing Jasmine’s driver hadn’t arrived yet, Sally’s mom noticed Jasmine seemed a bit off and asked with concern, “Is everything okay? You seem a little down.”

Jasmine remained silent.

Just then, her driver finally arrived.

She waved goodbye to Sally and her mom before getting into the car.

Once inside, she watched Sally bounce along with her mom as they walked to their car. Jasmine turned away and told her driver, “I’m not going home. Take me to my great-grandmother’s house.”

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A little while later, Thorne Henderson picked up the phone. “School’s out?”
“Yeah…”
Thorne chuckled, “Missing your mom?”
“Yeah…”
“Haven’t called her?”
“Yeah.”
Thorne let out a small laugh, “Go ahead, today your mom should have time to pick up.”
Jasmine Henderson’s eyes lit up at his words, “Really?”
“Really, give her a call.”
“Okay!”
As soon as she hung up with Thorne, Jasmine quickly dialed Charlene Ross.
Charlene paused when she saw Jasmine’s call. Although they had seen each other recently when Jasmine had an accident and ended up in the
hospital, those meetings weren’t part of the planned monthly visits.
Putting those aside, it had actually been over a month since they last met according to their arrangement.
With that in mind, Charlene answered, “Hey, Minnie, just got out of school-“
Before Charlene could finish, Jasmine, thrilled that Charlene had picked up, exclaimed, “Mom!”
Jasmine’s voice was full of delight.
Charlene paused, her hand still over the computer mouse. It took her a moment to respond, softly saying, “Yes, I’m here. You finished school?”
“Yeah!” Jasmine replied excitedly. “Mom, where are you? I wanted to call you before, but I was afraid you’d be too busy. But Dad said you’d definitely have time today, so are you coming home?”
“Not quite-” Charlene began, then paused before continuing, “I’m still at the office, but later I’ll head over to your great-grandma’s. Do you want to meet there, or-“
“Wherever you go, Mom, I want to go!” Jasmine interrupted.
Charlene smiled to herself, “Alright. Then you head to your great-grandma’s, and I’ll join you after work.”
“Okay!”
After wrapping up her tasks at the office, Charlene left and headed to the Ross family home. She barely made it to the door when Jasmine, hearing the sound of the car, dashed out and leaped into her arms. “Mom!”
“Yes,” Charlene said, lifting her up. Inside, Helena Ross greeted them with a warm smile, “Charlene, you’re back just in time! Dinner’s ready. Come on in.”
Charlene nodded, “Alright.”
Jasmine sat next to Charlene at the table. It had been ages since she’d had a meal cooked by her mom.
Unable to contain her longing, Jasmine turned to Charlene and said, “Mom, it’s been so long since you cooked for me. Could you make dinner tomorrow? I miss the food you cook.”
Ever since she decided to divorce Thorne, Charlene hadn’t cooked much for Jasmine. And even when Jasmine visited the Ross family, Charlene had been too busy to whip up anything special.
Thinking about it, she agreed, “Sure.”
The ongoing situation with Vesta wasn’t much of a concern to outsiders. So, the close bond between Charlene and Jasmine hadn’t reached the ears of Irma or Vernon.
They had suspected, even before Jasmine returned, that she might grow attached to Vesta.
Naturally, this made them uneasy. But they also understood that Jasmine was young and unaware of the complicated history between the Ross and
Hawkins families. She couldn’t be blamed for what she didn’t know.
Charlene hadn’t been able to secure custody of
Jasmine, and Irma, and Vernon had worried that long separations might drive a wedge between mother and daughter.
Seeing Jasmine so attached to Charlene now, they were pleasantly surprised and quietly relieved.

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After dinner, Jasmine casually mentioned that Thorne was out of town for business, which came as news to Charlene.

Around nine in the evening, Charlene was taking a shower when her phone, left on the bed, started ringing.

Jasmine glanced at the screen and saw it was

Granger Harden calling. She picked up the phone and answered, “Granger.”

Hearing Jasmine’s voice, Granger paused for a

moment before responding, “Minnie.”

Before Jasmine could say anything else, Charlene

walked out of the bathroom. Jasmine handed her the phone, saying, “Mom, it’s Granger.”

“Okay,” Charlene said, taking the phone. Before she could speak, Granger said, “Am I interrupting?”

Charlene replied, “Not at all.”

Granger continued, “I’m out of town right now. We’ll have to reschedule our dinner for another time.”

Charlene responded, “That’s fine.”

After hanging up, Charlene was about to blow dry her hair when she caught Jasmine giving her a curious look.

Charlene asked, “What’s up?”

“Mom, you know Granger too?”

Charlene nodded, “Yeah.”

“Oh…”

The next morning, Charlene went downstairs to make breakfast.

About half an hour later, as she was heading back upstairs, she saw Jasmine on the phone. Jasmine ran over to her and handed her the phone, “Mom, it’s Dad.”

Charlene took the phone and asked, “What’s up?”

Thorne said, “I won’t be back until Wednesday at the earliest. Minnie will probably want to stay with the Ross family until then, so I appreciate you looking after her these next few days.”

Charlene listened quietly, then hung up the phone after the call.

On Monday, after dropping Jasmine off at school, Charlene headed to work.

With a project deadline looming, she was incredibly busy that week, often staying late into the night to finish her work. Because of this, even though Jasmine was staying with the Rosses, Charlene only had time to chat with her briefly in the mornings.

By Thursday afternoon, Jasmine called to let her know Thorne was back.

After school that day, Jasmine went straight back to the Henderson family.

On Saturday, Charlene met up with Granger and Daisy at the amusement park.

Upon seeing Charlene, Granger remarked, “It’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

“Has it?” Charlene replied, not having noticed the time passing.

Granger looked like he had something on his mind, but he didn’t say anything until it was nearly lunchtime. Hesitantly, he said, “You know Neural Nexus Tech has several shareholders, right?”

Charlene nodded, “Yeah.”

“Thorne plans to buy out the shares from me and Moran and give them too.

Granger didn’t finish his sentence, but Charlene knew he was referring to Vesta.

She was well aware of how indulgent Thorne had been towards Vesta at Neural Nexus Tech.

She had once joked that she wouldn’t be surprised if Thorne let Vesta take over the company entirely.

But she never thought he’d actually do it…

Even as a new company, Neural Nexus Tech was worth billions, and Thorne was just handing it over so easily.

Granger then added, “Moran and I agreed to it.”

Charlene simply said, “I see.”

Granger, Moran, and Thorne had been close friends since they were kids, practically inseparable. Given their bond, Charlene understood why they would agree when Thorne asked.

Granger wanted to give Charlene the heads up that things were shaking up at Neural Nexus Tech, even though they were still teamed up with PrimeStar Technologies…

Granger knew how much she loved Thorne.

Before understanding her connection with Stewart Ferguson, he genuinely thought she’d moved on from Thorne.

Now, however, he wasn’t sure if she’d truly let go.

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Over the years, the Hawkins family’s tech company had been struggling, bleeding money due to a lack of cutting-edge technology and high-caliber talent.

To help turn things around, Thorne embarked on a business trip, spending considerable effort to recruit some tech whizzes from overseas for the Hawkins family’s tech venture.

With Thorne’s assistance, the Hawkins family’s company was expected to make a comeback soon.

However, none of this really concerned Charlene. If she still liked Thorne, finding out he was involved would just make her feel even worse. So, Granger decided to keep it to himself.

After lunch, Granger had some matters to attend to, and they went their separate ways.

By Monday, the transfer of shares in Neural Nexus Tech to Vesta was finalized.

Charlene and Stewart found out about it because Quincy shared the news in the group chat as soon as he heard.

Thorne’s gift of a mansion worth over six million to Maureen Spencer or his decision to give part of his shares to Vesta on Valentine’s Day. Charlene hadn’t mentioned any of this to Stewart.

Although Stewart was aware that Thorne treated Vesta well, he wasn’t fully clued in on just how generous Thorne could be.

So, when the news hit, he was caught off guard for a moment.

Once he processed it, he muttered through gritted teeth, “Man, he’s really pulling out all the stops, huh?”

Charlene, having already heard about it, was unfazed.

“Let’s focus on work first,” she said.

The following evening, they had a dinner party to attend.

By the time Charlene and Stewart arrived, the place was bustling with guests.

Not long after, Granger and Moran made an entrance as well.

Just as Granger was about to greet them, Thorne and Vesta walked into the banquet hall, escorted by the hosts.

As always, Vesta was decked out in designer clothes and dazzling jewelry.

Neural Nexus Tech was well-known in their circles, and the news of Thorne handing over the entire company to Vesta had spread like wildfire.

Their arrival immediately drew the attention of nearly everyone at the party.

“That’s Thorne and his girlfriend. You’ve heard about the Neural Nexus Tech thing, right? Thorne’s quite the catch, but even he couldn’t resist her charms. Handing over such a promising company just like that is such a grand gesture!”

“Totally! If I were Vesta, I’d be over the moon. My boyfriend treats me like that, and I’d be on cloud nine.”

Someone else chimed in, “Wasn’t Thorne married

before? How come he never showed such generosity to his ex-wife?”

“I heard he wasn’t really in love with his ex. The marriage was more of a forced affair.”

“That makes sense. Otherwise, why would he keep his marriage so hush-hush? If it weren’t for that birthday party incident with Irma Henderson, nobody would’ve known he was ever married.”

“Exactly.”

Hearing this, Stewart and Granger glanced at Charlene. Her expression remained unchanged.

Leah had also shown up. She hadn’t seen Granger in ages and had specifically come over with Vesta.

As soon as she spotted Granger, she headed straight for him. “Granger.”

Granger didn’t respond.

Seeing him brush her off, Leah’s face fell slightly. Spotting Charlene nearby, she pursed her lips, let out a small huff, then forced a smile as she said to Granger, “Granger, my sister and her group are over there. Let’s head over.”

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Granger still didn’t pay any attention.

Just then, someone happened to come over and greet him.

The newcomer also knew Charlene and Stewart.

The four of them started chatting.

Leah was left standing awkwardly on the sidelines, feeling increasingly embarrassed until she had no choice but to make her exit.

Meanwhile, across the room, Moran looked over at Granger and said, “Granger seems to be hitting it off more and more with them.” By “them,” it was clear Moran meant Charlene and Stewart.

Vesta nodded in agreement.

After all, if Granger and Stewart were merely business partners, a quick hello and some polite small talk would have sufficed at such an event.

But here Granger was, engrossed in conversation with Stewart and Charlene, suggesting they were on the brink of friendship.

To Vesta, it made sense that Granger would befriend Stewart, as Stewart was certainly the kind of person worth getting to know.

Charlene was just a part of the package.

Thorne glanced over at Charlene and Stewart but didn’t seem too fazed.

Vesta turned her gaze away from them and noticed Gaylord Hearst making his entrance into the banquet hall.

Thorne followed her gaze and spotted Gaylord too.

Dressed formally, Gaylord looked even more striking and aloof than usual.

When Gaylord noticed Vesta and Thorne, he briefly met Vesta’s eyes before turning away to join his friends, entering the hall from the side.

Vesta watched him go, sighing with a helpless smile. “I guess he’s still mad at me for tipping off his family about his whereabouts. He hasn’t been taking my calls, and now he’s ignoring me even in person.”

Thorne remarked, “Mr. Hearst is still young. It’s only natural for him to be a bit hot-headed.”

Vesta couldn’t disagree.

Unaware of what Vesta and Thorne thought, Gaylord had just stepped into the room and was about to greet the host when he caught sight of Charlene and Stewart.

His grip on his wine glass tightened momentarily.

He hadn’t expected Charlene and Stewart to attend the party night.

Charlene was decked out in a pale blue gown with fancy embroidery that really showed off her calm and classy vibe. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

It was the first time Gaylord had seen Charlene in such attire. He found it hard to tear his eyes away.

Noticing Gaylord’s distraction, his friend followed his gaze and, upon seeing Charlene, exclaimed, “Wow, she’s gorgeous! Who is she?”

Gaylord snapped back to reality, replying, “Charlene.”

“Charlene?! That’s Charlene? She’s that beautiful?”

Gaylord didn’t respond, setting down his wine glass and making his way over to Charlene and Stewart. “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ross.”

Charlene and Stewart turned, surprised to see Gaylord.

They hadn’t expected him at the event either.

They nodded in acknowledgment.

Granger turned to see Gaylord and asked, “And who might this be?”

Stewart introduced him, “This is Mr. Hearst.”

He briefly explained Gaylord’s background and then introduced Granger, “This is Mr. Harden.”

Granger recalled hearing about the Hearst family from Starfall City before. After Stewart’s introduction, he greeted Gaylord, “Mr. Hearst.”

After exchanging pleasantries, the group began to chat.

Throughout the conversation, Gaylord’s gaze frequently drifted back to Charlene.

Moreover, the way he looked at Charlene-

Noticing this, Granger’s grip on his wine glass tightened, and he glanced over at Gaylord.

Gaylord caught his look and returned it.

As their eyes met, an understanding passed between them. They both realized each other’s feelings for Charlene.

With that recognition, they fell into a tense silence.

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But neither of them said a word about it.

Charlene and Stewart were busy chatting with others, completely oblivious to the silent exchange of glances happening between them.

Charlene, having skipped dinner, soon slipped away from the crowd and headed toward the buffet to grab a bite.

Gaylord followed her, striking up a conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Moran happened to be at the buffet too. He noticed them and whatever he saw made him pause, letting out a low whistle before turning back to Thorne and Vesta. “Looks like Gaylord’s taken a shine to Charlene,” he said, smirking. “Did you see the way he was looking at her? Classic puppy eyes.”

Thorne, curious, looked where Moran was staring. Sure enough, there was Charlene, busy chatting away with Gaylord.

Gaylord’s eyes, as he looked down at Charlene, were full of that soft, intense gaze men sometimes have when they’re truly interested in a woman.

Not to mention, he was being quite the gentleman, taking her empty glass and setting it aside, then reaching up to get a slice of cake from the top tier and handing it to her.

Thorne raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Gaylord’s attentive demeanor.

As soon as Moran finished speaking, Vesta had already turned her attention to Charlene and Gaylord. Gaylord was indeed very considerate of Charlene.

Seeing this scene unfold, if she didn’t already know the truth, even she might have believed that Gaylord was genuinely smitten with Charlene.

But-

“Gaylord’s plan is to pretend he’s into Charlene, and once she’s fallen for him, he’ll drop her like a hot potato-“

Recalling what Gaylord’s friends had said, Vesta glanced at Charlene again, noticing how animated she seemed while chatting with Gaylord.

Was she really falling for Gaylord’s act? Or did Charlene truly believe Gaylord was interested in her?

With all these thoughts running through her head, Vesta cracked a little, knowing smile. She glanced at Thorne, watching his nonchalant reaction to another man seemingly courting Charlene. The smile on her lips widened.

Moran suddenly remembered something and nudged Thorne. “By the way, isn’t The Henderson Group looking to partner with PrimeStar Technologies? Shouldn’t you go have a word with Stewart?”

Thorne took a sip of his drink, replying, “There’s a crowd over there. I’ll catch up with him later.”

If The Henderson Group were to partner with PrimeStar, it would certainly increase the frequency of meetings between Charlene and Thorne.

Some might try to sabotage such a partnership to prevent any lingering connections between Thorne and Charlene, but as far as Vesta was concerned…

She simply chuckled, unconcerned.

Meanwhile, Granger had been caught up in a conversation with someone else. When he finally managed to break away, he saw that Charlene was still deep in conversation with Gaylord. Judging by Charlene’s expression, they seemed to be having a great time.

He’d known Charlene for quite a while now, and although their relationship had improved recently, given their rocky past, he’d never seen her smile so genuinely during their conversations. And she was certainly more talkative…

Granger wasn’t entirely familiar with Gaylord yet. But based on appearances alone, Gaylord was undeniably impressive.

With that thought, Granger’s eyes darkened slightly. He turned to his business associate, “Sorry, something’s come up. Let’s catch up later.”

And with that, he made his way toward Charlene and Gaylord.

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Gaylord spotted him the moment he approached. His thin lips pursed in displeasure, and his eyes quickly turned icy as they landed on Granger.

Granger acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing and continued his stride towards them without the slightest pause.

He stopped in front of Charlene, turning to her with a composed demeanor, “What’s the chat about?”

Charlene, completely clueless about the tension between the two men, just said, “Work stuff.”

For Charlene to be chatting so happily with Gaylord, suggested that Gaylord was quite skilled in his profession. This meant, compared to him, Charlene and Gaylord probably had more in common to talk about.

Plus, Gaylord still worked at PrimeStar. This gave him more opportunities to interact with Charlene than Granger had. The thought made the smile on Granger’s face fade a bit.

He was about to speak when Stewart approached.

Seeing both Gaylord and Granger by Charlene’s side puzzled him a bit. But he didn’t dwell on it, simply saying, “Well, look who’s all here.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Thorne and Vesta joined them, “Mr. Ferguson.”

Stewart’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, “Mr. Henderson, is there something you need?”

Thorne replied, “There’s a project I’d like to discuss with Mr. Ferguson, to see if he’s interested.”

The Henderson Group’s tech company was one of the leading giants in the national tech arena, boasting countless core technologies and patents.

Their upcoming product had already made waves internationally.

As soon as Thorne mentioned wanting to collaborate, Stewart knew exactly what Thorne was pitching.

Honestly, Stewart found it quite appealing.

Especially since, as one of the top companies in their industry domestically, they bore the responsibility of pushing domestic products onto the world stage to enhance their international influence.

To truly bring their innovative products to the forefront globally, it couldn’t be done by a single company alone.

It required mutual support among companies, collaborating for mutual benefits in technology.

So, even though Stewart had personal reservations about Thorne and didn’t particularly want to work with him, on this matter-

He didn’t need to consult Charlene; he already knew what the answer would be in his heart.

Because he knew Charlene’s answer would align with his.

He said casually, “Now’s not the time for collaboration talks. If you want to discuss it, Mr. Henderson, come by PrimeStar tomorrow.”

Thorne wasn’t surprised by Stewart’s response. He chuckled, saying, “Consider it settled then.”

Stewart, clearly annoyed, kept his tone even and asked, “Anything else, Mr. Henderson?”

Thorne replied, “That’s all,” and then said, “Sorry for the interruption.”

With that, he didn’t spare a glance at Charlene, turning to leave with Vesta.

Before Vesta left, she glanced over at Gaylord and Granger. Gaylord, noticing her gaze, turned his face away.

Granger stayed silent.

The next day.

Charlene drove to the office and had just stepped out of her car when she ran right into Thorne and Coy, who were also just exiting their vehicle.

She paused slightly as she shut her car door.

She knew Thorne was scheduled to come by for a meeting about the collaboration that morning, but she hadn’t expected him to arrive so early.

Seeing her, Thorne said, “Morning.”

Charlene didn’t respond, instead turning and heading straight for the office entrance.

Since Charlene had left The Henderson Group, Coy hadn’t seen much of her. In his mind, she was still the Charlene who used to be eager to stick by Thorne.

He wasn’t used to seeing her treat Thorne with such indifference. It felt odd.

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Charlene ignored him, so Thorne simply kept his silence.

From the other side of the parking lot, Gaylord emerged, spotting them and making his way over to Charlene.

“Morning!”

Charlene nodded, “Morning.”

Gaylord paused, then turned to Thorne with a casual nod, “Morning.”

Thorne grinned, “Morning.”

Thorne was at PrimeStar Technologies to discuss a potential partnership.

Charlene, being a key figure in the company, was expected to warmly greet any business partners visiting for collaboration talks. But after Gaylord exchanged pleasantries with both Charlene and Thorne, he noticed that Charlene hadn’t even bothered to turn towards Thorne, let alone engage him in conversation. She just walked straight ahead, showing no intention of playing the gracious host.

Was Charlene’s chilly demeanor towards Thorne because of his connection with Vesta?

Gaylord considered this as he glanced back at Thorne.

Charlene’s standoffishness didn’t seem to faze Thorne in the slightest; there wasn’t a hint of irritation on his face.

Gaylord decided to remain silent.

The four of them entered the elevator in silence.

Inside, Gaylord stood beside Charlene. She was wearing high heels, and even with just a touch of makeup, she looked stunning and composed. Gaylord found himself captivated by Charlene’s elegant profile, unable to tear his gaze away.

He kept staring until he noticed Thorne seemed to be watching him, prompting him to quickly divert his eyes back to Thorne.

Thorne caught his eye and smiled, but said nothing.

The elevator soon arrived at PrimeStar’s floor.

Without so much as a glance at Thorne, Charlene exited the elevator. Gaylord, needing to discuss work matters with Charlene, followed her.

As they headed off, Thorne swung back around to follow the receptionist to PrimeStar’s meeting room.

After waiting for over ten minutes, Stewart finally arrived at the office.

Upon entering the meeting room and seeing Thorne, Stewart said, “Apologies, Mr. Henderson, for keeping you waiting.”

His words suggested regret, but his tone was indifferent, his expression lacking any sincere apology.

Coy, who had been by Thorne’s side for years, had seen all sorts of influential people. But he’d never seen anyone snub Thorne like that before. This thought made Coy frown.

Thorne, however, appeared unfazed, shook Stewart’s hand, and said, “I’m not in a hurry, so it’s fine.”

Stewart wasn’t fond of Thorne, but given the decision to collaborate, he just wanted to get it over with.

So, once seated, he dove straight into the business at hand.

Though PrimeStar already had a partnership with Neural Nexus Tech, it was previously negotiated by someone else Thorne had sent to PrimeStar.

In fact, this was Stewart’s first formal meeting with Thorne.

At Helena’s birthday party last year, Thorne had a brief chat with Kenton, and Stewart had gotten a sense of Thorne’s depth of knowledge in the Al field.

However, that conversation had been brief.

Today, as they discussed the requirements for PrimeStar’s next-generation chip’s computing and reasoning capabilities for nearly three hours, Stewart realized Thorne’s expertise in Al was even more profound than he had initially perceived.

No matter the topic, Thorne was never at a loss, his breadth of knowledge impressively vast.

Stewart even felt that Thorne’s competence in this area rivaled his own.

This realization left him feeling a bit on edge.

Thorne glanced at his watch, “It’s almost noon. Shall we continue this after lunch?”

Stewart replied, “Sure, whatever works for you.”

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Thorne suggested, “How about grabbing a bite together? My treat.”

Stewart wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of dining out with Thorne. “Thanks for the offer, Mr. Henderson, but I’m feeling a bit worn out today. I think I’ll just hit the cafeteria for something quick. You go ahead and enjoy your meal.”

Thorne chuckled, “The cafeteria is definitely the easiest option. How about you let us tag along, Mr. Ferguson?”

Stewart found himself at a loss for words.

A few minutes later, they found themselves at the PrimeStar Technologies cafeteria.

Being the company’s CEO, Stewart naturally attracted attention, and with Thorne by his side, both looking exceptionally sharp, they were hard to miss.

Charlene was already there, enjoying her meal.

Across from her sat Gaylord, engaged in conversation. Charlene hadn’t noticed Stewart until someone greeted him with a “Mr. Ferguson.” She looked up, surprised to see not only Stewart but Thorne as well.

Gaylord followed her gaze, looking over in their direction.

As Charlene and Gaylord glanced up, Stewart, Thorne, and Coy noticed them.

Charlene appeared to be on friendly terms with Gaylord, but Thorne didn’t seem fazed by it at all.

Stewart caught Charlene’s eye and gave her a reassuring nod, silently telling her to focus on her meal. He would handle Thorne.

Charlene nodded back and returned to her lunch.

After deciding to team up with Thorne, Stewart intended to take full responsibility for managing this partnership. He instructed Charlene to maintain a safe distance from Thorne throughout the collaboration.

After ordering their food, Stewart led Thorne to a table far from Charlene’s.

Thorne didn’t object to this arrangement.

Throughout the meal, Thorne never glanced in Charlene’s direction, though Coy sneaked several looks her way.

Coy had heard bits and pieces about Charlene and Stewart but wasn’t sure what was true.

That morning, Charlene had been quite cold when she saw Thorne and her indifference remained in the cafeteria. It seemed she really had moved on from Thorne.

Coy also noticed that even though Charlene and Gaylord seemed close, Thorne, not yet married to her, didn’t seem concerned.

But Coy wasn’t surprised. He knew how much Thorne had despised Charlene over the years and how deeply he loved Vesta Hawkins.

Reflecting on this, Coy shifted his attention back to his meal.

By the time Stewart and Thorne finished eating, Charlene had already left the cafeteria.

Later that afternoon, Thorne had to attend to other matters and left PrimeStar around three, with their partnership still up in the air.

In the following days, Thorne visited PrimeStar several more times, but Charlene managed to avoid running into him after that first encounter. For all intents and purposes, they had no interaction.

To everyone else, aside from Stewart who was in the know, it was unimaginable that Charlene and Thorne were actually married.

After several visits, it became common knowledge at PrimeStar that The Henderson Group and PrimeStar were working on a joint project.

One day, as Charlene entered a meeting room, she overheard a female colleague gushing, “I just bumped into Thorne, the boss of The Henderson Group, in the elevator. He’s incredibly handsome!”

“With that kind of money and those looks, I’ve heard he’s super sweet to his girlfriend. Apparently, he even gifted her an entire company, Neural Nexus Tech, a while back. I can’t even imagine how lucky she must feel!”

Chapter 350

Helena Ross was expecting some family from Portland to visit her in Starfall City.

That morning, Charlene had just wrapped up a meeting when Helena, the charming old lady, called, inviting her to join them for lunch.

Standing by the elevator, Charlene waited patiently. Just then, Livingston, the newly appointed general manager of PrimeStar, approached alongside Thorne, Coy, and their colleagues.

“Ms. Ross,” Livingston greeted with a nod as he spotted her.

Charlene returned the nod, acknowledging him.

Livingston wasn’t certain if Thorne and Charlene knew each other. To his knowledge, even though Thorne had been to PrimeStar to discuss partnering, Charlene and Thorne had never met.

Seeing that Charlene didn’t acknowledge Thorne, Livingston assumed she didn’t know him and took it upon himself to introduce them. “Ms. Ross, this is Mr. Henderson from The Henderson Group.”

Then turning to Thorne, he added, “And this is Ms. Ross from our R&D department.”

Charlene didn’t look at Thorne but simply said, “I know.”

Thorne glanced at her, then told Livingston, “No need for introductions, we’re quite familiar with each other.” Livingston paused, glancing between Thorne and Charlene.

“Quite familiar?” he thought. He couldn’t tell at all.

He didn’t voice his bewilderment, just gave a sheepish smile and said, “Oh, I see…”

Charlene remained silent. Thorne chuckled but didn’t say more.

Livingston was left speechless. It was clear to him now-Charlene just wasn’t interested in engaging with Thorne.

This was similar to Stewart’s attitude too.

Livingston wasn’t sure if there was some history or misunderstanding among Thorne, Charlene, and Stewart. But…

Thorne wasn’t just anyone; he was a key player in the company’s current collaboration plans. Charlene and Stewart both seemed indifferent towards him, yet Thorne didn’t seem to mind their chilly reception…

Realizing this, Livingston was unsure if he should feel relieved or anxious.

Just as he was about to break the silence, Thorne’s phone rang. “You’ve arrived? I’ll be right down,” Thorne said, answering the call.

After hanging up, as they stepped into the elevator, Livingston chuckled, “Ms. Hawkins picking you up lunch again? You and Ms. Hawkins have a great bond.”

Thorne smiled, about to reply when his phone buzzed again, signaling it was important. Livingston decided not to interrupt further.

As the elevator reached the ground floor, Charlene walked out without looking back.

Outside, in the parking lot, she spotted Vesta standing by a car, waiting. Their eyes met.

Vesta’s gaze was cold and detached as she looked at Charlene.

Charlene quickly looked away, heading towards her own car.

Vesta’s demeanor softened only when she noticed Thorne walking a short distance behind Charlene.

Charlene got into her car and prepared to leave. She caught a glimpse of Vesta handing her car keys to Coy and then climbing into Thorne’s car with him.

Charlene shifted her focus back to the road and drove off, leaving thoughts of Thorne and Vesta behind her.

After lunch at the restaurant, Charlene saw Helena and her family off, watching their car disappear down the street. Just as she was about to head back to her own car to return to work, she spotted Dalton exiting the restaurant.

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Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath [Stella] (Chapters 391 to 400) 

Chapter 391

Hull hung up the phone and bent down, reaching out his hand to Susanna.

Susanna looked at the hand extended toward her, letting out an awkward smile before placing her cold, small hand into his large palm.

Hull spread his legs slightly to pull Susanna up.

As she straightened herself, she realized the awful position they were in. She was practically kneeling between his legs! “Uh, I… I was being chased by some bad guys.”

She doubled if the explanation was plausible. Nevertheless, whether Hull believed it or not, it was an undeniable truth. Hull raised an eyebrow. “Again with the bad guys?”

Susanna swallowed unwittingly. With Hull’s reminder, she began to worry if the people at Portis City airport were indeed after her.

Given that situation, if they were aiming at her, no place would be safe for her.

Who exactly had her mom crossed? She was the CEO of Night-T Group, and yet her daughter now became a target.

Susanna’s lips twitched. “See, I knew you wouldn’t believe me, but…”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence because those people’s voices from outside the car cut through.

One of the men kicked a luggage cart in frustration. “Damn it, those two got away pretty quick.”

Susanna was about to get up, but hearing the men so close, she instinctively ducked again, ending up with her head resting awkwardly on Hull’s stomach, her arms propping against Hull’s thighs.

Hull was left speechless, and so was Susanna, feeling discomforted.

She clung tightly to Hull’s waist, daring not to get up. “L…-Let me hide for just a bit, please.”

It was downright misfortune. Never had she expected she’d counter such a thing in an era that represented peace.

Outside, she heard the men make a phone call. “Sorry boss, we lost those two.”

“What? Surround the airport?”

“Got it!”

Susanna went silent. Surrounding the airport? Whoever was after her had some serious power in Ferrowland. Her mother sent her to Ferrowland supposed to be for her safety and now it seemed like she was walking into a trap.

Susanna was done for. Sweating buckets, she turned her head nervously to look up at Hull, the rest of her face still pressed against him. “Why isn’t the car moving?”

Hasn’t the engine already been fired up? Why didn’t they just leave?

Hull answered, “You haven’t left the car.”

“Leave? No, I can’t get out of the car,” Susanna protested.

She heard them as they made the call – they were not leaving. They were going to surround the whole airport. If she stepped out, she’d be definitely captured.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” as she spoke, her grip on each side of his clothes deepened; there was no way she let go. Hull arched an eyebrow. “My help comes at a price.”

“You didn’t charge me back in Portis City when you saved me,” Susanna shot back, confused. Was he suggesting a fee for rescuing her?

Hull let out a low chuckle. “That was as a favor for Mr. Quinn. Now…”

He paused, lifting her chin with his long fingers, leaning in so close that their breaths mingled in the small space.

Hull had striking features, the kind that made even someone like Susanna, who usually couldn’t distinguish faces too well, notice him. Especially his deep-set eyes rendered an amorous sensation.

Despite the proximity, Susanna felt a chill run down her spine. She remembered how those eyes could turn icy and ruthless.

“What do you plan to offer me now?” Hull asked softly, his voice tinged with amusement.

Susanna’s eyes widened.

Offer him? What was she supposed to offer?

Chapter 392

“Money?”

In Portis City, she knew that giving Star’s brother some respect was a given. But now, what else could it be but money?

The man looked at her innocence and let out a mocking laugh.

“For your pocket money?”

Susanna’s eyelid twitched hard.

That was just plain rude… What did he mean by her pocket money? Sure, it was just a small amount to Mr. Quinn’s people.

“Then what are you after? My mom’s Night-T Group?”

Hull chuckled softly. “Night-T Group? That little company is your mother’s?”

Susanna was stunned.

Little company?

Who exactly was this man hanging around Star’s brother? The whole of Portis City praised Night-T Group as something remarkable, a business that a woman had built to such heights.

But to this man, it was just… a little company?

Outside, the sound of those thugs could be heard. “Check all the parked cars too. Don’t let any possibility get away.” “Got it, boss.”

Hearing that they were going to check parked cars, Susanna’s heart leapt into her throat.

She clutched Hull’s shirt tighter. “Drive, get us out of here. Staying here any longer could spell trouble.”

Susanna’s voice trembled with fear.

This year really was her unlucky year. Everything that could go wrong had decided to crash into her life. She was in a real pickle.

The man tightened his grip on her chin slightly, straightening up to peer outside. “There’s a lot of them.”

Susanna was already on edge, and hearing him say that made her even more frightened.

“Please, stop saying that. So tell me, what are you really after?

Whatever she could offer, she was willing to, as long as he got them out of this mess.

Hull uttered, You’re straightforward, aren’t you?”

Susanna exclaimed, “Just spill it already!”

Hull teasingly pinched her chin but didn’t keep her in suspense. He ordered the driver, “Drive.”

Finally, the car started.

But just as it did, the driver slammed the brakes. Hull was flung forward, with Susanna still precariously positioned between his legs.

The jolt sent her forehead crashing into his belt buckle, and with a loud thud, Susanna felt like her brain had been rattled loose.

“Ouch!”

Clutching her forehead, she winced in pain.

Hull’s eyes darkened. “What’s going on?”

“They want to check the car.”

Someone had approached the driver’s side, signaling for the window to be rolled down.

Hull instructed, “Open the window.”

“No,” Susanna blurted out without thinking.

“Hmm?”

“Drive, just… just speed through,” Susanna stammered.

With so many people looking for her, there was undoubtedly a web of trouble behind it. Letting them find her in Hull’s car would create a mess, now and in the future.

“You really scared of those people?” Hull asked.

Susanna replied, “For sure, someone like you who’s used to living on the edge wouldn’t be scared.”

She pitied herself, born into a sheltered life, never having witnessed such a scene. This was genuinely walking the fine line between life and death. It was a miracle she hadn’t collapsed yet.

“If you let the driver speed through, I’ll agree to any terms you have.”

Susanna assumed Hull hadn’t named his price because he hadn’t thought of it yet. No need to wait. They needed to get out of here, pronto.

Hull’s lips curled into a smile as if he had just won the prize he was aiming for.

Casually, he told the driver, “Drive.”

“Yes, sir.”

The driver nodded, flooring the gas pedal and charging forward.

The pursuers seemed caught off guard by their bold move. Realizing what was happening, they fired a few shots at their car!

Susanna relieved that the car was speeding away, tried to sit up from between Hull’s legs. But the sound of gunfire made her retreat again, and the space between his legs seemed even tighter.

In her panic, she ended up wedged in a rather… awkward position. You could imagine where she was stuck.

Chapter 393

Barely escaping the chaotic scene at the airport, Susanna found herself drenched in cold sweat, her breathing unsteady as she turned to Hull. “Can you let go of me now?”

Thinking of how exasperating the man’s moves were, she was certain he had been deliberately mischievous back there, practically squeezing her through the chaos.

Hull chuckled softly and released her, his grin playful, like he was teasing a kitten.

Susanna sat up beside him, her cheeks puffed with frustration, but she dared not voice her anger. After all, this man had just saved her.

She wasn’t one to be ungrateful. “So, now you can tell me, what do you want in return?”

“Your pocket money?”

Susanna was in shock. This Hull was a completely different person from the one at the airport.

Despite his teasing, she knew better than to let her guard down around him. She had seen how dangerous he could be, and surely she knew what kind of lion spoke peril when provoked.

Before she could say more, Hull’s phone buzzed.

“Speak,” he answered tersely. “Got it.” He hung up, and the playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious, almost ominous look.

He dialed another number and spoke into the phone, “Have Silas and Barnaby meet us at Coconut Bay. Bring the gear.” “Understood.”

Hull hung up and glanced at Susanna, his eyes devoid of the earlier amusement.

Susanna met his gaze, and a chill ran down her spine. That same look at the airport had silenced her.

Sensing the danger exuding from the man, she was sure the next destination wasn’t going to be a picnic.

“Uh, could you drop me off somewhere ahead?”

Images of the airport chaos replayed in her mind. She didn’t want to be caught in the middle of another scene like that. A sneer played on Hull’s lips as he cast a glance at her. “So scared?”

Susanna bristled. Who wouldn’t be scared?

“Well, I haven’t exactly been raised around this sort of scene.”

Sure, she’d handled the odd troublemaker before, but Hull’s world was far more complex and perilous than that. At the thought of her current predicament as well as the two scenes of mess at those airports in 24 hours, Susanna felt her body numb with fright.

“Where?”

“Huh?”

“Where to?” the man’s voice deepened, tinged with impatience.

“Crimson Mountain,” she quickly replied.

It was the safe haven her mother had arranged for her. But given how those people had tracked her to Ferrowland, she wasn’t sure how safe it was anymore.

As she pondered this, the car made a U-turn. Hull seemed intent on getting her to Crimson Mountain before proceeding to Coconut Bay.

Just then, Susanna’s phone rang.

It was Tania.

Crimson Mountain before proceeding

Susanna had been thinking to call her and ask how she was. Seeing her caller ID, she answered quickly. “Tania, are you okay?”

“Miss, where are you now? Are you safe?” Tania asked.

“I’m… safe,” Susanna glanced at Hull sitting near her as she said it, feeling less than assured.

Tania paused at her words. “You…”

“I’m safe,” Susanna insisted, cutting her off. As long as she wasn’t in the hands of those men, she was relatively safe. Upon hearing it, Tania sighed in relief.

“And you? Are you safe?” Susanna asked.

Tania replied, “I’m fine, but you can’t go to Crimson Mountain.”

“What?” Susanna exclaimed.

Tania explained, “Those people have reached Ferrowland. I suspect they’ve already identified the place your mom arranged for you. Crimson Mountain isn’t safe for you anymore.”

Susanna’s heart sank. “Then what should I do now?”

Now that Crimson Mountain was a no-go, where would she head then?

Tania responded, “Well, let me contact your mom first. For now, avoid checking into any hotels. I’ll get back to you.”

Checking into a hotel was out of the question; it would only expose her location.

“Huh? How long will that take?

Waiting for Tania to get back to her?

Susanna was worried about being left in the cold, quite literally, given the harsh weather in Ferrowland.

Tania answered, “I need to reach your mom first. Miss, the situation is urgent. I think you should…”

Chapter 394

Tania’s words were abruptly cut off by the sound of a phone clattering to the ground on the other end.

Susanna’s heart was in her throat as she listened. Before she could say anything, a raspy male voice came through the line. “That’s her. Bring her in.”

Susanna’s mind screamed. Tania was in trouble.

Cold sweat broke out on Susanna’s forehead. The man’s voice continued, “Are you Susanna Tucker?”

The dangerous undertone in his voice hit Susanna like a freight train, her hand shaking so violently that the phone slipped from her grasp and fell onto the car seat. Her mind was spinning, unable to process what was happening as panic set in.

“Susanna? Miss Susanna? Can you tell us where you are?”

Hull glanced at Susanna, who was visibly trembling. He leaned over, picked up the phone, glanced at the number, and placed it to his ear. His voice was like steel, “What does her location have to do with you?”

Hull’s voice carried an intimidating force that made the man on the other end pause.

“And who are you?”

“Hull Miguel,” Hull replied.

“Mr. Miguel?”

The man’s voice was now laced with shock and a hint of fear as he heard the name.

Hull’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you people?”

The line went dead before he could get an answer. Any attempt to call back only resulted in a disconnected tone. Clearly, the mere mention of Hull’s name had sent the caller into a panic.

Hull tossed the phone back to Susanna. With trembling hands, Susanna turned to Hull. “The airport. We need to find Tania.”

Tania had been with her mother for years, and with an eighty-year-old grandfather of Tania’s in the hospital, Susanna couldn’t afford anything to happen to her. The danger in the man’s voice had been unmistakable to Susanna.

Hull gave her a glance, saying nothing.

Meeting his intense gaze, Susanna cringed. She had momentarily forgotten that Hull was not someone she could command around.

“I……-I’m sorry.”

With Tania in trouble, and alone in Ferrowland, Susanna felt more cautious than ever.

Before Hull could respond, his phone rang. He answered with a curt, “Speak.”

“They’re about to dock? Got it.”

Hanging up, Hull commanded the driver callously, “Head to Coconut Bay.” “Right away.”

The driver, sweating slightly, quickly maneuvered the car in the opposite direction.

Hull called one of his men Enzo, who answered promptly. “Boss.”

“Are you all in position?”

“We’ll be there in three minutes.”

“Good, they’re docking soon.”

Enzo replied, “Understood.”

Hull ended the call and glanced at Susanna. “So, we’re skipping Crimson Mountain?”

Susanna gazed at him and nodded. She was tense, unable to comprehend the situation, feeling utterly lost and overwhelmed as if her entire world had been turned upside down.

Hull said nothing more.

Meanwhile, Susanna, her mind finally clearing a bit, remembered she needed to call Stella. After all, this was Stella’s hometown.

……

In the evening, over in Portis City, Ronald had the kitchen whip up some comfort food for Stella – creamy chicken and mushroom soup with a crunchy meat pie.

Stella devoured six pieces of meat pie and was eyeing a seventh when Ronald affectionately gazed at her. “Star.”

“C……-Can’t I have more?” Stella pleads, her eyes wide with longing. The meat pie was just too delicious and she desired more.

And there was also that eggplant casserole. The cook here was seriously talented.

Ronald chuckled. “The meat pie isn’t exactly small.”

Stella pouted. Each meat pie was the size of three buns, indeed quite a big size, but they were just so tasty.

“I’m still hungry.

Ronald with puppy eyes. She knew what he meant— that she was being gently reminded not to overeat at night.

Ronald reassured her, I’ll have the chef make them again for breakfast. How does that sound?”

Well, okay then.

Ronald’s gentle persuasion was enough to curb her insistence. Besides, she had already polished off six pieces and two bowls of soup.

Chapter 395

When Susanna called, Stella reluctantly tore her gaze away from the meat pie.

Answering the call, she couldn’t quite hide her irritation. “Susie.”

But Susanna was already in meltdown mode.

“Star, you’ve got to help me, please!”

Just hearing Stella’s voice on the line was enough to make Susanna’s pent-up emotions burst like a dam.

Stella’s eyelids twitched fiercely. “What’s going on?”

Susanna sniffled, “My mom, I don’t know who she’s ticked off this time, but those people are after me all the way to Ferrowland. They’re so aggressive, and they even took Tania.”

Stella exclaimed, “What?”

Susanna continued, “I think they were behind the chaos at Portis City Airport too. They’re here to catch me.”

The TV in the background was showing live coverage of the Portis City Airport incident. From the surveillance footage, things had gotten seriously out of hand – everything got smashed up. Those men didn’t seem to capture someone, more of to off them.

Stella glanced at the TV, then back at her phone. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m in Hull’s car.”

Stella looked astounded. Ronald glanced over at her, clearly having caught some of the conversation.

Stella, hearing Susanna was with Hull, couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.

“In Hull’s car, huh? Well, that’s a relief.”

“But he’s even more dangerous, Star, you’ve got to help…”

The call ended abruptly before her words were finished, leaving Stella staring at her phone in disbelief.

Watching the already dark screen, dialed back, only to get a deadline. It wasn’t hard to guess who had ended the call.

Stella sucked in a breath, turning to Ronald. “Ronald, maybe you should give Hull a call?

“And say what?”

Stella remarked, “Just tell him not to scare Susie too much.

Poor Susie, she must be terrified.

Honestly, when Hull got serious, even Stella found him intimidating. Not to mention Susanna, who had never encountered someone like him. The guy exuded a natural aura of danger, even when he wasn’t trying to be scary.

Ronald set down his utensils, grabbed a napkin, and addressed indifferently, “Hull won’t harm her.”

“But Susie’s scared! You should call Hull and tell him to tone it down a bit.

Ronald’s long fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, as he glanced at Stella.

“Susanna is in Hull’s car?”

Stella nodded. “Tell him to drop her off at my villa.”

On second thought, taking her to the Quinn family estate might not be the best idea. Her private villa, with staff to look after, seemed like a better choice.

Ronald uttered, “Hull might not have time right now.”

Stella said, “What?”

“He’s on his way to intercept a shipment.”

He had just gotten the call – the Doyne family’s shipment was about to dock, and Hull’s attention would be entirely elsewhere.

Stella was like, “???”

Intercepting? Was he serious?

“Wouldn’t that overwhelm Susie?”

After two major scares in such dozens of hours, Susanna might just have a heart attack. And since Ronald mentioned what Hull was up to, the situation was bound to be intense. Susanna could very well faint from the shock.

Ronald remained silent.

Stella grew anxious. “Ronald, please, you’ve got to help Susie. She’s going to be so scared.”

Just then, Finley walked in from outside, catching Stella’s last plea.

Rain COM

Stella continued, “What are the odds? They actually ran into each other at the airport. And now Hull was dragging Susanna into this kind of situation. It was insane.

Finley stepped forward. “They really crossed paths?”

Seeing Finley, Stella felt a twitch of her lips, instinctively wanting to ignore him. However, Finley took a seat across from her.

He remarked, “I’ve got to say your friend is something. I bet with her kind of spunk, Hull might be the one in for a surprise.”

Chapter 396

Stella countered, “Oh, shut up, she just slipped, it was an accident.”

What the heck was with this? She really didn’t want to talk to Finley. He made her want to scream.

Finley kept on, “Ha, plenty of people have lost their footing around Hull, but I haven’t seen a woman yet who dared to actually take off…”

“Enough already.” Hearing Finley start to run his mouth again, Stella could feel a headache coming on. She really had zero desire of listening to him.

“You really have a knack for talking yourself into trouble,” Stella sighed.

Finley was caught off guard. He glanced at Ronald, who was looking a bit out of sorts, and wisely decided to zip it.

Stella addressed, “Ronald.”

“Okay, I’ll give Hull a ring.”

Finley was rendered speechless.

Of course, she was the princess around here, who else could get Ronald to jump like this?

Ronald took the phone and called Hull. It rang once, twice, but no answer. It went straight to voicemail.

Stella heard the dial tone fade out and felt her heart tighten.

Ronald commented, “Looks like things have already kicked off.”

Stella was in shock.

Oh no… This was bad. Susie had really tried her best, but time just wasn’t on their side. If only she had called sooner, maybe she could have pulled her out of this mess.

……

Meanwhile, Susanna was huddled under Hull’s legs, trembling. From the moment she got in the car, she hadn’t been able to move from her spot beneath him. Her hands were covering her head, eyes squeezed shut.

Outside, there were explosions and the constant rattle of gunfire. It was so intense it felt like her heart was going to stop. All she could do was silently pray.

“Dear God, please let me get through this.”

The past two days had been one trial after another, each more terrifying than the last.

The car was moving fast, jostling her about. The space under Hull’s legs was cramped, and she kept bumping against his calves.

The sound of an explosion made Susanna scream.

It felt like her eardrums would burst as if the chaos outside tear her apart at any moment. Fear, helplessness, terror…

This went on for over an hour before the car finally stopped.

A man’s voice came from outside the window. In a foreign accent, he said to Hull, “It’s all clear. I’ll take Silas to go over the inventory.”

Hull replied with a simple, “Okay.”

But even that brief response sounded dangerous to Susanna’s ears. She was scared out of her mind.

Back in Portis City, she had thought she had seen it all. But now? This was a whole new level of chaos, like a storm ready to swallow her whole.

Finally, the chaos settled. Susanna was still trembling.

Hull seemed to forget she was even there, pulling out his phone to call Ronald, casually crossing his legs.

“Ugh,” came a muffled groan from beneath him, making Hull pause.

He glanced down and spotted the shivering little bundle. It took him a moment to remember Susanna was there.

Ronald picked up on the other end. “Is it over?”

Hull responded, “Yeah, it’s done. The Doyne family was cautious, took a while.”

Ronald reminded, “Make sure everything is handled.”

“Understood,” Hull replied respectfully.

Just as he was about to hang up, Ronald asked, “Is Susanna with you?”

“Yeah, she’s under my legs.”

Back on Ronald’s side of the call, both Stella and Finley were at a loss for words.

Ronald had put the call on speaker as he asked about Susanna, and when Hull mentioned her whereabouts, Stella and Finley exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Chapter 397

Stella’s lips twitched slightly. She glanced at Finley, then at Ronald, as a million questions danced around in her head. What on earth was Hull talking about? Was it what she thought it was?

No way, that was way too fast! Was Susie okay with it? She had to be against it. And in such a situation, what did it all mean?

Stella’s imagination ran wild as she tried to piece it all together.

Finley let out a sharp breath.

“Hull, you’re really something. Did Ms. Tucker really gel you so riled up that you…”

“If you say one more word, I promise your mouth won’t make it to tomorrow without a bruise,” Hull’s cold threat cut through the phone before Finley could finish.

Finley was like, “!!!”

“Wait, Hull, what do you mean? Did Susie agree to this?” Stella asked urgently.

With her voice trailing off, Susanna’s tear-filled voice came through from the other end before Hull could answer.

“Star, Star, please, you have to save me. I didn’t come here willingly. I was so close to death… I’m terrified.”

Stella and Finley were shocked. Both turned to Ronald in alarm.

Stella was frantic. “Ronald, you heard that, right? Susie wasn’t willing.”

Finley added, “Hull’s a beast. He’s only met Ms. Tucker a few times, and now treating her like this.”

Sure, her actions at Mist Bay were a bit over the top. But Stella defended her, insisting it wasn’t intentional or with any malice.

Stella, for once, agreed with Finley, nodding. “Exactly, Susie shouldn’t be treated like this. Did you hear how she was crying on the phone?”

Her voice was full of terror, and anyone listening would think Hull really did something terrible.

Ronald rubbed his aching temples.

Stella clutched his arm and shook it gently. “Ronald.”

She was worried about Susie.

Ronald reassured her, “Don’t worry, Hull knows his limits.

Stella retorted, “If he does, why has she got scared like that?”

That didn’t sound like knowing one’s limits at all. Susie couldn’t stay with Hull; it would scare her half to death.

Finley nodded in agreement. “Right, she’s frightened out of her mind.”

Ronald shot Finley a look, and he turned away, hugging his bowl. “I’m just saying it like it is.”

Ronald gave him a swift kick. If Finley hadn’t dodged quickly, Ronald’s kick would have toppled him and his bowl to the floor.

Seeing Ronald lose his temper, Stella glanced at Finley. “Stop talking.”

His mouth was causing everyone headaches.

Finley was like, “Huh?” She herself was saying the same thing, blaming Hull was out of line!

Stella clung to Ronald’s arm. “Ronald, you have to help her.”

Susanna, that girl, seemed fearless in Portis City but had never faced something like this before.

Stella knew all too well how someone who’d never experienced such things could be completely overwhelmed when they first encountered them.

Back when she first saw Ronald kill people, it had left her shaken for a long time.

Ronald, cornered by her persistence, sighed. Considering how Susanna had looked out for Stella back in Portis City, he decided to give Hull another call.

Hull picked up. “Ronald.”

“Be gentle with her.”

Hull replied, “In that situation, how could I be gentle?”

His immediate response made Ronald feel like he was asking for the impossible.

Stella and Finley were left speechless.

Hull’s bluntness left them both puzzled. That situation? What kind of situation?

Stella gave Ronald a look, and he couldn’t take it anymore. “Just don’t scare her.”

Hull countered, “It’s not me scaring her.”

Stella stammered, “Then why is she… why is she…?” The rest of the words, “under you”, caught in her throat.

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Stella just couldn’t get a straight answer.

Hull quipped, “Star, you’re starting to sound like Finley with all those questions.”

Finley, caught in the crossfire, felt his temper rise.

Stella was exasperated. She just wanted to know how Susie is doing!

“Can I at least talk to Susie for a minute?”

Talking to Hull was getting her nowhere. Maybe Susanna herself could shed some light on the situation.

Ronald interjected, “Pass the phone to Susanna.”

Hull replied, “She’s already passed out.”

Stella was speechless. What on earth had happened to scare Susanna so badly?

Ronald exchanged a few more words with Hull before ending the call. The gist was to go easy on Susanna. Stella looked at Ronald with big, worried eyes. She couldn’t help but feel anxious about her friend.

Ronald gently tousled her hair. “Don’t worry. She was probably with Hull when they ran into the Doyne family.” During one of Hull’s missions, no less. It wasn’t hard to imagine how Susanna might have fainted from the shock.

Meanwhile, in the car, Susanna was curled up under Hull’s lap, refusing to budge no matter what happened. Hull’s large hand reached out to her. “Get up.”

Susanna’s eyes welled up with tears. She shook her head.

Hull’s expression darkened. “Do you plan on staying under my lap forever?” Susanna was horrified.

Hull grabbed her slender wrist, trying to pull her upright, but Susanna brought herself to move.

The car windows had been riddled with bullet holes. Sitting up felt anything but safe.

“I… I just want to stay right here.”

“Susanna,” Hull’s voice grew stern.

“I want to go back to Portis City! I want to go home!” she cried, desperation overwhelming her.

In a strange place, caught in such chaos, who wouldn’t feel like losing their mind? Right now, Susanna just wanted the comfort of home. At least when at home, she’d feel safer.

Hull chuckled softly. “Ms. Tucker, have you thought about how you ended up in Ferrowland in the first place?”

Susanna looked confused.

Hull continued, “If I had to guess, something must have happened in Portis City, right?”

Born and raised in Portis City, her sudden appearance in Ferrowland was suspicious. Especially with her mother being a formidable businesswoman amidst the cutthroat world of commerce.

Susanna had shown up in Ferrowland out of the blue, chased by people even at the airport. It was hard to believe she wasn’t fleeing from something.

Susanna’s breath hitched as she stared at Hull through her teary eyes.

Hull’s hand remained extended. “Get up. You’re safe now.”

“Are we really safe?” Susanna’s voice trembled.

Suddenly, it felt like nowhere was truly safe for her.

Hull wasn’t exactly skilled at comforting women. In fact, he found tears quite bothersome.

If Susanna hadn’t been Stella’s best friend, and if Ronald hadn’t instructed him to take care of her, he probably would have tossed this wailing woman out of the car by now.

“Alright, it’s not a big deal, no need to keep crying.”

Susanna uttered, “Not a big deal?”

Upon hearing Hull’s comments, Susanna felt her emotions break down, tears pouring down incessantly.

Hull’s head ached as he saw her sniffing and whining. “Alright, it is a huge deal, you’ve been startled by this. But we’re safe now.”

Susan still wasn’t convinced. Her recent hours had been under a hail of bullets. She couldn’t bring herself to trust Hull’s current assurances of safety or couldn’t even remember what safety felt like anymore.

At the sight of her Il in tears, Hull’s patience ran out. “If you cry one more time, I’m throwing you out right away.”

It worked like a charm. In an instant, Susanna fell silent.

And then she fainted.

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Hull watched as Susanna’s head tipped to the side, and suddenly her tear-streaked face was nestled right against his knee, leaving a damp spot on his jeans.

At that moment, he seriously considered kicking her out of the car.

“Women are such a hassle,” he grumbled, unable to hide his irritation.

He thought of Stella, who was also prone to tears, and wondered how Ronald managed to deal with it all.

Hull hoisted Susanna back onto the seat, noticing how disheveled her clothes were and his frustration only grew. He shrugged off his own jacket and draped it over her.

Over in Portis City, Stella had finally been coaxed into bed by Ronald.

The night was particularly cold in Portis City, with the warmth of the house sharply contrasting the snowy landscape outside.

Stella had been resisting, sitting on the window sill, but Ronald eventually carried her to bed.

“You won’t let me go out and play, and now I can’t even look outside?” she complained.

Stella loved the snow and absolutely adored it.

“You need to sleep more,” Ronald insisted. Both Finley and the female doctor had emphasized the importance of rest for her recovery.

Stella pouted. “But I slept so much during the day, I’m not tired now.”

“I know.”

Stella was puzzled. He knew? Then why is he making her go to bed?

Ronald’s eyes met Stella’s baffled ones as he gazed down, a sly grin spreading across his face. Stella recognized that smile and felt a wave of apprehension.

“No way, I’m not doing that.”

Ronald looked at her alarmed reaction and flicked her forehead lightly. “Silly girl, what are you imagining?”

Stella was confused. It was not what she thought? Then why did he smile at her like that? Terrifying!

Ronald, ever since they had crossed that line in their relationship, had become much bolder. To Stella, he used to seem like such a gentleman – kind and serene. Later on, Stella saw other sides of him, including a ruthlessly determined one.

Recently, she’d discovered just how far a gentleman’s charm could stretch.

Ronald placed her gently on the bed and turned to get some medication. “I’m just going to apply this for you.”

Stella groaned inwardly. Again with the medicine?

And you’ll need to take the pills once more.”

Stella protested, “I don’t want to. They were too bitter.”

Ronald glanced back with a softened smile. “How about I give you some orange-flavored candy afterward?”

Stella conceded, “Alright then.”

She loved orange candy, but Ronald was strict about sweets, only allowing her some as a reward for taking her medicine. Any other time, he’d warn her about cavities.

……

The atmosphere was unusually tense in the Larkin household ever since Ronald had ordered a crackdown. The once-opulent mansion now felt drained of its former grandeur.

Tegan’s visit earlier that day had left everyone on edge. Lola had overheard that Ursula’s medical bills were astronomical, over three million a week, and in a fit of fury, she seized Jaxon’s credit card and phone, demanding he transfer the money to her account.

Of course, Jaxon refused, and it had turned into a massive argument. Lola, cradling their child, perched herself precariously on the window ledge.

Jaxon, already weakened and unable to exert much physical strength, was frantic.

“What are you doing up there? Get the hell down right now!”

Lola yelled back, “I won’t! You have to transfer all the money to me today, or I’ll jump with the baby.”

More than three million! Cloudia had actually approached Jaxon to pool together money for Ursula’s treatment. Lola was stunned that Ursula seemed to wield such influence.

“Get down.”

Jaxon’s head pounded with stress. Despite his feelings towards Lola, he couldn’t ignore his responsibility for his son.

Cloudia, witnessing Lola’s stunt, was furious. “You won’t be happy until you tear this family apart, is that what you want? Get down this instant!”

Lola’s anger flared as she saw the irritated Cloudia. She shot back, “Me, tearing this family apart? What a joke. You must see Ursula’s true colors by now. Yet, you’re still bending over backward to help her?”

Even if Cloudia had been blind to Ursula’s nature before, the recent necklace incident should have been eye-opening. Yet, despite everything, Cloudia remained committed to helping Ursula.

“At this point, if you told me Ursula wasn’t your secret child, I wouldn’t believe it.”

Lola was incredulous at Cloudia’s selfless dedication. What foster mother would go to such lengths, nearly exerting the entire family’s resources, just for an adopted daughter?

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Cloudia was fuming, ready to tear into Lola. “You, you shut up, you bitch! Just watch me, I’ll…”

“Come on, come on, let’s just dance it out!”

“Enough!” Unable to bear it, Jaxon finally snapped.

The intense spat between Cloudia and Lola came to an abrupt halt.

Cloudia glared daggers at Lola, wishing nothing more than to rip her apart.

Lola, however, couldn’t care less. She perched herself on the window sill, waiting for an answer she wanted.

Jaxon looked at her, exasperated. “Get down from there.”

“Transfer all the money to my account. Only our son has the right to it. Who does Ursula think she is?”

Cloudia uttered, “You…”

But Lola cut her off, “If you’re willing to give in, that’s your call. But if you think you can make a move on Jaxon, you better ask my advice.”

“Are you… Are you really here to turn our family upside down? Did Stella send you? How much did she pay you?” Cloudia was beside herself with rage.

Just thinking about how Stella had recently thrown the Larkin family into chaos made Cloudia suspect Lola was her plant. Stella wasn’t going to let the Larkin family find peace.

Lola laughed scornfully. “With a mom like you, she must feel cursed. No wonder she made a public spectacle of ending her ties with you. Who needs a mom like that?”

Jaxon groaned, “Lola, that’s enough.”

Mentioning Stella’s break from the family was a sore spot for Jaxon, a headache he wished would go away.

Initially, he thought Stella was just acting out, trying to grab attention because everyone was siding with Ursula. But the more the situation unraveled, the more he realized how laughable the Larkin family’s predicament was.

Lola pressed on, “Enough? I’ll say my piece. Jaxon’s money is for our son and no one else gets a cent unless we are dead and gone.”

“Fine, fine, it’s all yours. Happy now?” Jaxon finally gave in, unable to withstand the noise any longer.

Cloudia called out, “Jaxon!”

The panic in her voice was evident.

Lola, seeing Cloudia wasn’t giving up, quickly jumped off the window sill, holding her son, and shoved Cloudia out of the room before locking the door.

Cloudia, caught off guard, found herself out, fuming and pounding on the door.

“Lola, open this door! Open the door!”

Inside, Lola looked at Jaxon. “You mean what you said, right?”

Jaxon shot back, “Did you crawl into my bed back then just for the money?

Lola hesitated, the tension thick in the air. She swallowed hard, meeting Jaxon’s gaze. “You’re rich and handsome, Jaxon, but let me tell you, either it being you or other men, I won’t accept having a foster sister like her around.”

She was straightforward, her stance unwavering.

“If it were just us, maybe. But we have a son now. Your parents are one thing, but some unrelated person shouldn’t be cutting into my son’s future. Don’t you agree?”

Her words were sharp, clear as day. She might have been after Jaxon once, but now, with a child to raise, money was the priority. What else could she rely on with the Larkin family?

……

Meanwhile, over in Mist Bay, Stella was half-asleep when her phone started buzzing incessantly with notifications.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom – Ronald was taking a shower, that rascal.

Stella grabbed the phone and took a glance. It was from Susanna, a mix of voice notes and a video.

She opened the video to see a woman sitting on a window sill. Recognizing it as the Larkin family estate, she realized the figure was Lola.

Stella was taken aback. What on earth was going on now?

She played Susanna’s voice notes. “Star, the Larkin family is in shambles, with no peace in sight. Did you see it? I don’t know what Lola’s up to, but it looks like she’s holding a child.”

Listening to Susanna, Stella zoomed in on the video, spotting a child’s small foot peeking from Lola’s embrace.

It was Jaxon’s room. Was Lola causing a scene with him?

Wait a minute… wasn’t Susanna just crying to her on the phone? And now she’d got the energy to watch this drama unfold?

Stella thought about calling Susanna directly, but just then, the bathroom door swung open. Ronald came out wrapped in a towel and seeing him made Stella’s cheeks flush.

Putting the phone aside, she quickly hid under the covers.

Ronald chuckled at her antics. “What are you hiding for?”

“You rascal, I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 331 to 340)

Chapter 331

Irma’s birthday rolled around quicker than anyone expected.

Because of Thorne’s little reminder, Jasmine had already prepared a birthday gift for Irma ahead of time.

As soon as she came down for breakfast, she handed the gift to Irma with a big smile.

Irma’s eyes crinkled with joy. “Thank you, Minnie.”

Thorne then offered his gift. “Here’s something Charlene and I got for you. Happy Birthday.”

Irma gave him a sidelong glance at this.

Before she could respond, the butler came in holding two gift boxes. “Madam, these are from Helena and Charlene. They asked someone to deliver them for your birthday.”

Irma accepted the gifts and turned her gaze back to Thorne.

Although she knew Thorne was just trying to cheer her up by saying the gift was from both him and Charlene, she decided not to press the issue between them any further.

She huffed lightly, “Charlene already got me something special. No need for your little charade.”

With that, she turned her attention elsewhere.

Thorne chuckled, unfazed, and urged Jasmine to finish

her breakfast so he could drive her to school.

After giving out her gift, Charlene grabbed her car keys and headed to the office.

Not long after she arrived, she and Stewart made their way over to Neural Nexus Tech.

As soon as they got there, they spotted Vesta.

Vesta greeted them, but only acknowledged Stewart with a cheerful, “Mr. Ferguson.”

She seemed in good spirits despite not being able to attend Irma’s birthday bash, showing no signs of disappointment.

Stewart merely pursed his lips, not bothering to respond, and he and Charlene focused on their work.

Charlene not showing up for Irma’s birthday party caught Stewart’s interest. That evening, he returned to the family home, accompanying his father, Hector Ferguson, and his mother, Darleen Ferguson, to Irma’s celebratory dinner at the restaurant.

They arrived relatively early.

The banquet hall was still sparsely populated with guests at that point.

Irma’s milestone birthday was a big deal for the Henderson family, and everyone took it seriously.

In the hall, the Hendersons, including Jasmine, were already present.

Stewart hadn’t seen Jasmine in a couple of years.

Even back then, he thought she resembled Thorne, and seeing her now, the resemblance seemed even stronger. The Hendersons warmly greeted the Fergusons, “Mr. And Mrs. Ferguson, Stewart.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Darleen’s attention shifted to Jasmine.

Stewart had met Charlene after she became Kenton’s student.

Darleen was fond of Charlene, thinking she and Stewart were well-matched in age and achievements, and she had hoped they might end up together.

However, Stewart had quickly informed her that Charlene was already in love with someone else, and, before she could even process that, Charlene had gotten married.

Darleen was aware of the situation between Charlene and Thorne, including the fact that Jasmine was Charlene’s daughter.

Seeing Darleen’s gaze on Jasmine, Irma smiled and introduced, “This is my great-granddaughter, Minnie.”

Darleen smiled warmly and affectionately ruffled Jasmine’s hair. “She’s adorable.”

Jasmine obediently greeted Darleen, then glanced at Stewart, unable to shake a sense of familiarity.

Irma chuckled, “Minnie, why are you staring at Stewart?”

Jasmine shrugged, “Stewart looks… really familiar.”

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Stewart was at a loss for words, but Jasmine looked at

him and said, “I feel like I’ve heard Stewart’s voice

somewhere before…”

During Christmas, Charlene had put him on

speakerphone for hours while discussing some business, Jasmine had been there too.

Of course, she found his voice familiar.

But Stewart didn’t say that out loud. He just chuckled and said, “Really?”

Jasmine nodded. “Yeah.”

Stewart shrugged. “Maybe my voice is just pretty common.”

Thorne overheard the conversation and touched his nose, chuckling to himself.

Stewart was perplexed. What was so funny?

As more guests arrived, the Henderson family had to attend to other people, so Stewart and his group tactfully moved on.

There had been rumors floating around their social circles that Thorne was already married with children. But no one really knew if it was true or not.

As the guests kept coming, they were surprised to see a little girl who looked remarkably like Thorne, holding his hand and calling him “Daddy.” Only then did they realize that Thorne indeed had a child.

Whether Thorne was truly married or perhaps even divorced was still a mystery, as the Hendersons didn’t volunteer any information and no one dared to pry.

Dalton had met Jasmine before.

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He’d just never mentioned it to anyone.

So when his close friend, Kelvin Scott, saw Jasmine, he was taken aback and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, Thorne is actually married and has a kid this big already! Does this mean Vesta will be a stepmom? With Vesta being such a catch, being a stepmom is kind of-

Kelvin was about to say that Vesta was settling, but when he considered the disparity between the Hawkins and Henderson families and Thorne’s own merits, he quickly shut his mouth.

Sure, marrying a divorced man with a kid might be a step down for someone like Vesta, but given Thorne’s

standing, even with a past marriage and a child, Vesta would still be marrying up.

Besides, Thorne had a daughter, not a son.

A daughter wouldn’t inherit.

Vesta just needed to give Thorne a son, and everything would be set.

So whether Thorne had been married before or not really didn’t matter to Vesta!

Meanwhile, another guest approached Darleen, saying, “Stewart is still so young, and PrimeStar is doing so well. Darleen, your Stewart is truly remarkable.”

Hearing praise for Stewart, Darleen beamed but remained humble, saying, “Oh, it’s just luck.”

This led someone to bring up Charlene, saying, “Stewart isn’t getting any younger, right? I hear he and Ms. Ross from his company get along well. Any chance we’ll hear wedding bells soon?”

Stewart and Charlene weren’t in that kind of relationship.

But Darleen didn’t clarify, simply smiling and saying, “Well, that’s up to them to decide.”

To anyone listening, it sounded like Darleen was ready to start planning the wedding the moment Charlene and Stewart made up their minds.

Granger and Moran were present at Irma’s birthday party as well.

They weren’t far from Darleen and overheard the conversation about Charlene.

Even though Charlene and Stewart had been close for the past six months, Moran never thought Charlene would actually marry into the Ferguson family.

After all, with PrimeStar’s success, a man like Stewart, with his background and skills, could have his pick of women. Why would he choose Charlene, who had been married before, had a child, came from a modest background, and didn’t have any outstanding abilities?

But listening to Darleen, it seemed she was open to Charlene joining the family.

Moran looked at Granger in shock. “Is the Ferguson family out of their mind?”

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As the conversation continued, he pondered aloud, “Or perhaps they have no clue about Charlene’s past?”

Many had assumed that Charlene and Stewart were an item.

Since learning that Charlene was also a student of Kenton, Granger had observed her interactions with Stewart. He noted that there was no romantic spark between them.

He wasn’t sure if Darleen’s comments were because she genuinely hoped to be with Stewart or if there was another reason behind it.

But regardless, with Charlene’s current achievements, even if she had been married or had a child, she was certainly worthy of anyone.

He responded, “They probably know.”

Moran’s eyes widened, “Then why would they still-“

Before he could finish, he abruptly stopped, as if a thought had struck him, and said, “So Charlene has really fallen for Stewart and no longer loves Thorne?”

Without waiting for Granger to respond, Moran had a sudden realization and continued, “No wonder when Thorne wanted the divorce, she was so calm and didn’t even fight for custody of Minnie. I thought she was plotting something to win Thorne back. Turns out she had already moved on, and if she had fought for Minnie, marrying into the Ferguson family might not have been so easy-“

Granger just gave a noncommittal shrug.

Moran was genuinely surprised that the Ferguson family was willing to accept Charlene.

A little while later, Thorne approached, and Moran couldn’t resist sharing, “Granger and I overheard Stewart’s mom chatting with others. Sounds like she’s all for Charlene joining the Ferguson family.”

“I bet she’ll marry into the Ferguson family pretty soon after your divorce.”

Thorne raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, “Oh? Is that so?”

Moran insisted, “That’s what Darleen seemed to imply. You can ask Granger.”

Thorne glanced at Granger.

Granger nodded slightly, “Yeah, that’s what it sounded like.”

Thorne chuckled, nodding in acknowledgment but said nothing further.

Just then, Kendal arrived, one of the last to show up.

Seeing Kendal, Thorne gave Granger a pat on the shoulder and turned to greet him, “Kendal.”

Kendal, however, bypassed Thorne and handed his gift to Irma, exchanging a few pleasantries before smiling at Jasmine, “Minnie, come give Grandpa Kendal a hug.”

Jasmine obliged, embracing Kendal.

Kendal beamed, “Our Minnie is such a sweetie.”

Jasmine looked up at Kendal and asked, “Grandpa Kendal, didn’t Mom come with you?”

She had already asked Thorne about Charlene. Thorne had mentioned that Charlene was busy and wouldn’t attend.

Seeing Kendal there, who seemed quite close to Charlene, yet not seeing her, Jasmine couldn’t help but inquire.

Guests unfamiliar with the situation were very curious about Jasmine’s mother.

Hearing Jasmine’s question, many, including Dalton, looked over, eager to uncover the mystery of Jasmine’s mother.

Kendal replied kindly, “No, your mom had some business and couldn’t make it.”

Jasmine sighed, “Alright.”

Since Jasmine referred to Kendal with a surname and not just “Grandpa,” it hinted that Jasmine’s mother wasn’t part of the Underwood family.

This left the guests, especially those like Dalton who were in the dark, speculating that Thorne and Jasmine’s mother might be divorced, and they had just kept it a secret from Jasmine.

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After Irma’s birthday, news quickly spread through the elite circles of Starfall that Thorne was married and had a six-year-old daughter.

Vesta had no shortage of admirers.

Even when it was known she was with Thorne, many men just couldn’t give up hope.

When they learned that Thorne was indeed married and had a daughter, Vesta’s secret admirers were heartbroken for her, feeling she deserved better.

The morning after Irma’s birthday, quite a few of them showed up at Neural Nexus Tech, trying to convince Vesta to leave Thorne.

Edwin and the others stepped in to help, eventually “rescuing” Vesta from the situation.

Word of this quickly spread throughout Neural Nexus Tech.

An employee couldn’t help but comment, “We all knew Director Hawkins was popular since Valentine’s Day, but who would’ve thought it was this crazy?”

“No kidding.”

Everyone at Neural Nexus Tech knew that Thorne and Vesta had a strong relationship.

But the fact that Thorne had been married and had a child was news to them.

Someone couldn’t help but gossip, “Director Hawkins, Mr. Henderson… did he really get married and have a daughter?”

Vesta laughed, “Yes, he did.”

Seeing Vesta so unfazed, someone asked, “And you’re okay with that?”

Vesta smiled, “We get along really well. Minnie is very close to me, and we have a great relationship.”

Since it was work hours, the gossip soon died down.

Around 5 PM, Vesta was still busy when Jasmine came bounding over, “Ms. Hawkins!”

Vesta scooped her up with a smile, “Little Minnie, you’re here!”

Jasmine nodded, “Yeah!”

“I still have a bit of work to finish. Can you sit tight for ten minutes, and then we’ll head over to The Henderson Group to see your dad?”

Jasmine obediently agreed, “Okay!”

When Jasmine first ran into the room, the employees were all curious to know whose child she could be. But as they watched how she talked to Vesta, they quickly figured it out.

Besides, Jasmine did bear a striking resemblance to Thorne.

Earlier in the day, when Vesta mentioned she got along well with Thorne’s daughter, Jasmine, not everyone believed her. But seeing how happy Jasmine was to see Vesta, it was undeniable.

It’s often said that being a stepmom is tough.

Though Thorne and Vesta weren’t married yet, it seemed only a matter of time.

Someone couldn’t help but admire, “Director Hawkins, even kids are charmed by you. That’s impressive!”

Vesta chuckled, “It’s not as dramatic as you make it sound. Minnie has a wonderful personality, and our good relationship is a joint effort. It’s not all me.”

Looking at Jasmine, someone commented, “Mr.

Henderson’s daughter is really beautiful. She’s going to grow up to be a stunner.”

“Absolutely.”

As they watched Jasmine, some employees couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d seen her somewhere before, aside from her resemblance to Thorne.

They also wondered what kind of woman could have been with Thorne to have such a lovely child as Jasmine…

Curiosity aside, they knew better than to pry.

About twenty minutes later, Vesta finished her work and said to Jasmine, “Minnie, Auntie’s ready. Let’s go find your dad.”

Jasmine slung her backpack over her shoulder, happily taking Vesta’s hand, “Okay!”

Vesta gently reminded her, “Minnie, say goodbye to everyone.”

Jasmine waved, “Goodbye, everyone!”

Her sweet demeanor won everyone over, and they quickly responded, “Goodbye, come visit us again!”

Jasmine chirped, “I will!”

As they watched them leave, Edwin remarked, “Seeing how Mr. Henderson sent his daughter over to support Director Hawkins, it’s clear he’s serious about dispelling any doubts about their relationship. Mr. Henderson really cares about Director Hawkins.”

“Indeed, Director Hawkins is quite lucky.”

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Charlene, Stewart, and Quincy from Neural Nexus Tech had this little group chat going on.

Today’s events were just too juicy to keep to himself, so Quincy couldn’t resist spilling the tea to his friends at the first opportunity.

Charlene and Stewart honestly didn’t care much about how many admirers Vesta Hawkins had or how crazy those admirers got over her.

In the afternoon, when Quincy mentioned, “Hey, Mr. Henderson’s daughter showed up at the office today to see Director Hawkins. Remember when Director Hawkins said she got along really well with Mr. Henderson’s daughter, and we all kind of doubted it? Well, seeing Mr. Henderson’s daughter around made us realize she genuinely likes her,” Charlene paused her furious typing.

It wasn’t that the news of Jasmine Henderson being close to Vesta bothered her.

It was just that she suddenly realized if the word got out about Vesta and Jasmine being chummy, her uncle and grandma might not be kept in the dark for long.

Sure, she knew this day would come eventually, but still- Seeing the look on her face, Stewart could guess what was on her mind.

With a dismissive chuckle, he said, “The buzz about Jasmine is only spreading because Thorne Henderson has that kind of clout. But who is Vesta, really? At most, she’s like a sidekick to Thorne. Besides the folks at Neural Nexus Tech and her legion of admirers, who in the wider circle would care about how she’s getting along with Thorne’s daughter?”

As he mused, Stewart suddenly laughed, “If people discovered that you were also the professor’s student, that you masterminded the company’s CUAP and our latest projects, and that you’re actually Jasmine’s biological mom, that would really blow their minds. The fact that Vesta is playing stepmom? That’s nothing in comparison!”

Charlene felt surprisingly calm inside. But still…

She paused for a moment and said, “I think my uncle and grandma have already figured out about Jasmine cozying up to Vesta.”

They probably just pretended not to know to spare her feelings.

Stewart agreed.

He lightly patted her shoulder in reassurance: “It’s a good thing they’re prepared. By not saying anything, they’re showing that in their hearts, you’re more important than Jasmine. Your happiness is what matters most.”

Charlene smiled, “Yeah, I know.”

Talking about this made Charlene think about the progress of her divorce from Thorne.

Honestly, when she’d signed the divorce papers Thorne had given her, she thought it would be finalized quickly.

But it’s been dragging on for months.

She’d asked Thorne countless times, and he kept saying it was nearly done, but…

Knowing Thorne was even more eager to wrap up the divorce than she was, she felt at ease waiting for his notice.

But now…

Thinking about it, she called up Padgett to ask about the divorce proceedings.

Padgett checked in with her every week about the divorce status, and when Charlene brought it up, he said, “Tomorrow’s my day to touch base with Thorne’s lawyer. I’ll get back to you once I hear from them?”

“Alright,” Charlene replied, pausing briefly before continuing calmly, “If they come back with the same vague answers, tell their lawyer I’m willing to walk away with nothing. I don’t need anything Thorne offered me just have them draft a new agreement for me to sign as soon as possible.”

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Padgett paused, clearly incredulous. “Walking away with nothing? Are you sure about that?”

Thorne was being pretty generous, offering her a fortune so vast that she could live lavishly for the rest of her life and still not spend it all.

Padgett couldn’t quite wrap his head around why she would want to give up such easy money.

Charlene replied, “I’m sure, but I have one condition.”

She never really planned on taking his money. Even if she turned it down, she wouldn’t feel like she was missing out.

But…

When Irma had that fall and ended up in the hospital, Thorne, in his gratitude for Charlene visiting Irma, not only handed her a check for twenty million dollars but also gifted her three townhouses in the community where Helena lived.

Although Thorne had given her those townhouses later on, they were still included in the divorce settlement.

So, even though the deeds for the townhouses were in her name, and she technically owned them, as long as the divorce papers weren’t finalized, the properties didn’t truly belong to her.

If she walked away with nothing, she wouldn’t get those townhouses.

And if she didn’t secure those townhouses, after the divorce, Thorne might just hand them over to the Hawkins family or the Spencer family.

And knowing the Spencer family’s reputation, if they got those townhouses, they’d likely move right into her grandmother’s neighborhood and make her life a living hell…

With that thought in mind, she told Padgett, “I just want those three townhouses. I don’t need him to give them to me. I can pay for them.”

Over the past couple of months, she’d earned a significant amount of money, enough to afford the townhouses.

Padgett understood Charlene’s stance.

Even though it seemed like a raw deal to him, she was firm in her decision, and he didn’t try to persuade her otherwise.

With this change of plans, Padgett quickly got in touch with Thorne’s lawyer to inform them of Charlene’s intentions.

About half an hour later, just as Charlene was getting ready to head out for dinner, Thorne called her.

Realizing he was reaching out to discuss the divorce, Charlene answered, “Hello?”

“Have you had dinner yet?” Thorne asked from the other end.

Charlene hesitated. “… Not yet.” Cutting to the chase, she said, “I assume your lawyer has already briefed you on my decision.”

“He did,” Thorne replied. “If that’s what you want, I’m okay with it. However, after Grandma found out about our divorce and reviewed the settlement, she insisted that any changes be discussed with her first. Once she approves, I’ll proceed.”

Charlene knew Irma cared about her, and the old lady would definitely be interested in how the assets were divided in their divorce.

She responded coolly “Let’s not tell her. We’ll just finalize the divorce papers first.”

“Smart move.” Thorne chuckled. “You’ve gotten sneaky

Charlene sighed, rubbing her temples. She wasn’t in the mood for his banter.

“Let’s do it next week,” she said. “Monday, we’ll go.”

“That won’t work.” Thorne’s voice carried a hint of exasperation, “Grandma’s so fond of you, she’s worried I might take advantage of you. When she found out about the divorce, she made me sign an agreement. If we alter the settlement without informing her, she has the right to claim half of my assets.”

Charlene stopped in her tracks. “When did this happen?”

“Over Christmas.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

He chuckled. “I never thought you’d want to change the agreement.”

Chapter 337

Thorne asked again, “So, have you talked to Grandma?”

Charlene just stared blankly. She didn’t even need to think about it. Irma would never agree to let her walk away with nothing after the divorce.

She sighed and asked, “If we don’t change anything in the divorce agreement, when can we get the paperwork done?”

Thorne replied, “Should be within this year.”

It was only March now, still months away from the end of the year.

Waiting a few months wasn’t impossible for her.

But…

Thorne continued, “Any other questions?”

Charlene didn’t say anything and just hung up.

As soon as she ended the call, her phone rang again.

It was Granger Harden calling.

He said that Daisy had come down with the flu and wouldn’t be able to leave the house for a couple of days. Their weekend plans would have to be postponed.

Charlene, hearing this, said, “No worries, we can reschedule when Daisy’s feeling better.” She was genuinely concerned about Daisy and added, “Let me know if she improves, okay?”

Granger chuckled, picking up on her concern, and said, “Will do.”

After that, they ended the call.

Charlene decided she needed to develop a new model for the previous project as soon as possible.

Over the weekend, Charlene was mostly home, buried in

Come Monday Charlene arrived at the office, spent some

me reviewing documents, and when the clock hit the Aww she headed to the interview room.

By the time she interviewed the fourth candidate, the person walked in, didn’t see Stewart, and lingered at the doorway, asking, “Isn’t Stewart here?”

Charlene looked up and replied, “He’s not here”

The candidate looked her over from head to toe and, raising an eyebrow asked, “So you’re Charlene?”

“That’s me.” Charlene didn’t bother asking how he knew her name she had a pretty good idea of what he was getting at. “Since he’s not here, do you still want to continue with the interview?”

The candidate hesitated for a moment, gave her another look, and finally sat down, saying, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Charlene noted his nonchalant demeanor and asked directly: “How would you like to proceed?”

He seemed a bit taken aback as if Charlene didn’t strike him as someone who would ask such a question.

He raised an eyebrow, “I can choose how this goes?”

Charlene replied, “Sure, let’s hear it.”

The candidate pulled out a laptop from his bag, fiddled with it for a moment, then handed it over to Charlene while he leaned back, legs crossed, casually sucking on a lollipop.

Charlene glanced at the screen, seeing a long string of code.

After a brief review, she didn’t say a word and simply started making changes.

In no time at all, she turned the laptop back to him and said, “There you go.”

He glanced at her, still chewing his lollipop, and then looked at the screen. After just a few seconds, he froze, staring at Charlene in disbelief.

The code he’d written was of top-notch quality.

Yet, Charlene had managed to revise it in such a short amount of time.

Her modifications had elevated the code’s structure, efficiency, and scalability to a whole new level!

How was this even possible?

Sure, being proficient in coding doesn’t define everything, but to be this skilled? He hadn’t met anyone like her before.

Filled with excitement, he leaned forward, hands pressed against the table, eyes gleaming, “Your name’s Charlene, right? Love the name. Where did you graduate from? How long ago? What projects have you led? Mind sharing?”

He was leaning a bit too close, so Charlene leaned back, creating some distance. She asked, “Do you still want to continue with the interview?”

Chapter 338

“Of course!” With that, the man extended his hand toward Charlene and introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Gaylord Hearst, nice to meet you.”

Charlene shook his hand. “I know,” she replied. She had his resume right in front of her.

Looking at him, she asked, “So, are you interviewing me, or am I interviewing you?”

Gaylord chuckled, “Either way works for me.”

According to Gaylord’s resume, his strength lay in algorithms. Charlene probed into his skills in data cleaning, feature engineering, and hyperparameter tuning, and also tested his ability to come up with innovative solutions when faced with new challenges.

By the time they finished talking, quite a bit of time had passed.

Charlene was convinced of Gaylord’s strong professional abilities.

Especially considering he had switched fields midstream.

In fact, he had been in the Al field for just over a year, not even two.

To have developed such deep expertise in such a short time was truly exceptional.

If he kept up this momentum, his future would be limitless.

Charlene closed the resume and asked him a personal question, “Your resume says you grew up in Country Goldland. What made you decide to come back here to work?”

Charlene had previously asked if he was interviewing her or vice versa. In reality, during their conversation, Gaylord had also gained a deeper understanding of Charlene’s professional capabilities.

He had already recognized her superior programming skills when she streamlined his lengthy code. Now, after their conversation, he realized that Charlene’s overall capabilities were almost intimidatingly impressive.

Gaylord answered her directly, “Because your programming language CUAP and the new project Infinite CM, especially PrimeStar Technologies’ latest project Infinite CM, showed me so many possibilities. Plus, the domestic Al market is so dynamic compared to the stagnant waters of Goldland.”

After answering, he persisted, “Since you’ve asked your questions, is it my turn now?”

Before she could respond, Gaylord stood up, walked over to her, and asked, “Do you have a boyfriend? What kind of boyfriend do you like? Do you think I’d be a good fit?”

Charlene was speechless.

Others in the interview room tried to stifle their laughter. Charlene calmly replied, “No comment.”

With that, she added, “Your interview is over. You may leave now.”

Seeing Charlene rise to leave, Gaylord assumed he’d been hired and followed her, saying, “I can start work immediately, and I won’t even ask for a salary.”

Charlene ignored him and walked out the door.

In the afternoon, Stewart returned and asked her, “Did you find anyone suitable in the interviews today?”

“There were a couple of promising candidates,” she said, handing over two resumes.

Stewart looked over at them and paused when his gaze landed on Gaylord’s. “Is it him?”

Charlene looked up. “You know him?”

“Yes,” Stewart replied. “He’s the heir of the Hearst family. I heard he was doing well in finance until two years ago when, out of the blue, he switched majors and drove his family crazy. After all, they’ve got a slew of businesses waiting for him to take over.”

Stewart continued, “I heard he ran away from home recently, and his family’s been looking for him. I had no idea he’d slipped back home on his own.”

Chapter 339

Charlene looked at Stewart with an expression that was hard to read.

Stewart glanced over the papers and asked, “The resume looks impressive, but how’s the actual talent?”

“Quite remarkable. He’s been at it for less than two years, yet he’s already outpacing most PhD students.”

“Really? Sounds like a prodigy to me,” Stewart mused. “Are you thinking of keeping him on?”

“I am considering it, but…”

“You’re worried he’ll just up and leave?”

“Exactly.”

Even though she could tell Gaylord was genuinely interested in CUAP and Infinite-CM, there were other unpredictable factors about him.

“We can always try him out for a bit. If it doesn’t work, we let him go.”

Charlene nodded, “Alright.”

Meanwhile, Gaylord entered the arcade, his striking features, broad shoulders, and long legs commanding immediate attention.

A number of young women were tempted to approach him, but Gaylord’s tightly pressed lips and the aura of aloofness he exuded kept them at bay.

It wasn’t long before his phone buzzed in his pocket.

As soon as he answered, the voice on the other end joked, “How did the interview go? Did you charm that Charlene girl? Do you think she bought your ‘love at first sight’ act? Hahaha!”

“If you ask me, you should play it up a bit more, have her wrapped around your finger-“

Gaylord, his expression stoic, was about to respond when he noticed Vesta at the arcade entrance.

Seeing her, he said into the phone, “I’ll have to call you back.”

“There you are,” Vesta said as she approached him. “You disappeared without saying anything, and it scared your sister out of her wits. We thought something had happened to you. Honestly, you’re…”

She stopped short of calling him reckless, noticing the defiant look in his eyes.

“I know why you came back,” Vesta continued. “If you’re here for PrimeStar’s technology, I’m all for it. But if you’re planning to toy with Charlene’s feelings to teach her a lesson for my sake, I won’t support it. My issues with her are mine alone; I don’t want you getting involved.”

Gaylord met her gaze, silent, not even bothering to ask how she found him.

Vesta noticed he was staring at her for a bit too long. She touched her face with a smile, teasing, “Is there something on my face?”

He shook his head and looked away. “It’s nothing.”

“About what I said,” Vesta started again.

“I have to go,” Gaylord interrupted. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his long strides carrying him swiftly out of sight.

“Gaylord, don’t do anything foolish!” Vesta called after him, following as best she could.

Gaylord didn’t answer and took the elevator down.

When he reached the ground floor, he saw Thorne sitting in a car nearby.

He paused, and Thorne grinned, “Long time no see.”

Gaylord glanced at him, then back at Vesta. “Take care,” he said abruptly. “Goodbye.”

Before Vesta could respond, he got into his car and drove off.

Watching him leave, Vesta frowned in concern.

The next day, Charlene arrived at the office to find a bouquet of flowers on her desk.

Before she could react, someone mentioned, “The new guy in R&D, Gaylord, sent those.”

Charlene, unfazed, simply said, “Alright, noted.”

She casually set the flowers aside and focused on her work.

Chapter 340

That morning, Charlene hadn’t been at her desk for long when she received the official acceptance notification from the Al Journal.

A little while later, Stewart came over to discuss work. When he found out her paper had been accepted, he wasn’t surprised.

With Kenton’s endorsement, it was almost guaranteed. If Kenton believed it was solid, Charlene’s paper was sure to make it through.

After they wrapped up their conversation, Charlene checked the time. “Want to grab lunch together?” she suggested.

Stewart rubbed his forehead, a bit of weariness in his voice. “Got plans.”

Charlene looked up, curious. “What’s up?”

Stewart pursed his lips, a bit exasperated. “…It’s a blind

date. Arranged by my granddad.”

Charlene chuckled at that. “You’re 28 and this is your first blind date? You’ve had a good run.”

Stewart just shrugged, not saying much.

Truth be told, his family wasn’t really pushing him to get married. But since the girl was the granddaughter of his grandfather’s old friend, he found it hard to say no.

Charlene nodded. “Go on then. I’ll just hit the cafeteria myself.”

“Alright,” Stewart agreed.

Half an hour later, Stewart arrived at the restaurant-a cozy little place perfect for couples.

He hadn’t been there long when his date arrived too.

As she settled in, Moran Albright strolled in with his own date. He immediately noticed Stewart sitting not too far away, though Stewart was facing away and didn’t spot him.

Moran raised an eyebrow and led his date to a table right behind Stewart.

Stewart was speaking softly, but Moran was close enough to catch snippets of the conversation. It was clear this was a blind date.

Moran’s date noticed his attention wandering and was about to speak when he held a finger to his lips,

signaling her to stay quiet.

Excited by his discovery, Moran discreetly snapped a picture of Stewart and his date, then sent it to the group chat with Thorne, Granger, and Vesta.

“Guess what?” he typed. “Hint: this is a couple’s restaurant.”

Granger had just finished up some work and was about to head out for lunch when he heard the ping of a new message. He opened it, glanced at the picture, and immediately guessed that Stewart was on a date.

Despite seeing the message, he didn’t respond. Maybe he just didn’t feel like it.

Vesta and Thorne also remained silent.

Eager to share the gossip, Moran nudged the group again: “??? Where is everyone? It’s lunchtime. Aren’t you around?”

Still, no word from Granger.

Finally, Vesta chimed in.

“Saw it.”

Moran perked up and messaged back: “Smart as ever, know what’s going on?”

Vesta had already guessed Stewart’s situation the

moment she saw the photo. She chuckled and replied, “Blind date?”

“Bingo!” Moran confirmed.

Vesta smiled at his enthusiasm but chose not to say anything more.

A few days earlier, Vesta hadn’t attended Irma’s birthday party. However, she’d heard that Darleen was quite taken with Charlene, saying if Charlene and Stewart were ever ready, she’d be happy to arrange a wedding for them.

When she first heard that, Vesta thought it sounded pretty far-fetched.

She figured Darleen must not really know Charlene. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said something like that at Irma’s party.

It was clear Darleen was probably in the dark about Charlene and Thorne’s history. Once she knew Charlene had been married before, Vesta doubted she’d be so

keen on welcoming her into the family.

Seeing as Thorne and Granger still hadn’t joined the chat, Moran tagged them both.

When they continued to stay silent, Moran asked Vesta, “Thorne’s not with you?”

Vesta replied, “Nope, he’s on a business trip this morning.”

“Okay,” Moran acknowledged.

He had just replied when Thorne sent a message saying, “Got it.”

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 321 to 330)

Chapter 321

Over the next few days, Charlene found some time to attend a couple of networking events.

She ran into Vesta twice during these occasions,

However, Thorne wasn’t there to accompany Vesta either time.

March had brought with it a lot of rain.

After one such event, Charlene stepped outside to find it pouring.

She had an umbrella but had left it in her car. She headed towards the main entrance, planning to wait for the rain to ease up a bit before making her way out.

Before she even reached the door, she spotted Vesta, who was chatting with someone. Vesta’s smile faded slightly when she saw Charlene.

Just then, Thorne appeared in Charlene’s line of sight, holding an umbrella. He had clearly come to pick up Vesta.

He took off his overcoat and draped it over Vesta’s shoulders.

The people waiting out the rain looked on with envy, and a few even let out little exclamations of admiration.

It was then that Thorne noticed Charlene, hesitating for a moment.

Charlene kept her face straight.

Thorne looked away, opened his umbrella again, and left with Vesta.

The wind was quite blustery that day, but with Thorne’s coat shielding her, Vesta wouldn’t get wet, even if some raindrops made their way under the umbrella.

Thorne’s gesture was thoughtful, to say the least.

In a short while, they disappeared out of the entrance.

A little later, Thorne’s driver approached Charlene from the parking lot, holding out an umbrella. “Ma’am, Mr. Henderson asked me to bring you this.”

Charlene didn’t take it. “No need; you can take it back.”

Previously, Irma had mentioned that for Jasmine’s sake, Thorne had agreed to be cordial with her.

He had shown concern at the last meeting and now was sending an umbrella in front of Vesta…

Vesta must have enough confidence in her relationship with Thorne to allow him to send her an umbrella. She understood that Thorne had no feelings for Charlene and was just being polite because of Jasmine.

The driver hesitated. “But…”

Charlene insisted, “He won’t mind. You can go.”

The driver, seeing her firm stance, turned back with the umbrella. And indeed, the driver didn’t return.

But the rain showed no sign of letting up.

Charlene checked the time, debating whether to keep waiting or to brave the rain-

Just then, a familiar voice broke through her thoughts. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

It was Granger.

It was getting dark, and who knew how long the rain would last?

Charlene didn’t refuse, “Thank you.”

Granger started to take off his jacket, seemingly intending to offer it to her. Charlene quickly said, “No need, I have spare clothes in the car. If I get wet, I can change.”

Granger paused, not insisting further, but as they walked out, he positioned himself to block the wind from her.

As they descended the steps together, Charlene asked, “Mr. Harden, are you here for the event too?”

He wasn’t.

Granger had heard from Morant that she’d attended these events recently.

They hadn’t worked together much lately, and realizing he missed seeing her, he decided to drop by.

Seeing the slight redness in her ears from the cold, he simply responded, “Yeah,” then added, “Got time for dinner later?”

Granger had helped her out, and they would be working together again soon, so having dinner didn’t seem like a big deal.

Charlene agreed, “Sure.”

Chapter 322

As they settled into their seats at the restaurant, Granger got Charlene a glass of water and asked, “Did you gain anything from the exchange activities this time?”

“Sort of.”

She had joined the exchange program seeking inspiration to delve into the materials Kenton had handed over to her and Stewart a while back.

After attending several sessions, she felt she finally had some new directions to explore.

Charlene then asked, “How’s Daisy doing lately?”

“Daisy’s been doing much better since the second half of last year. She started school again this year, and she’s made some new friends. She’s been quite happy both at home and at school.”

Granger paused and added, “She often mentions you. Next time, maybe we can all get together for dinner?”

Charlene nodded, replying, “Sure.”

With personal matters out of the way, they switched to discussing business topics.

Granger also brought up his collaboration with Vernon Ross, and they found plenty to talk about. The meal turned out to be quite pleasant.

Previously, when he used Daisy as an excuse to meet Charlene, she mostly engaged with Daisy and barely acknowledged him. But now, even without Daisy around, they could have a proper conversation.

Granger could see that Charlene was beginning to let go of past grievances and was slowly accepting him. Although this acceptance wasn’t in the romantic sense, and they weren’t even quite friends yet, it was a significant improvement from before.

After finishing their meal, Charlene and Granger parted ways.

Since moving out to live on her own, Charlene had been so busy with work that she hadn’t had time to shop for clothes in the past few months. With the change of seasons approaching, her wardrobe was looking sparse. On Saturday, Charlene decided to go shopping.

After trying on clothes for over an hour and picking out some items for the Ross family, she took a seat on the couch to rest and wait for the cashier.

Just then, a voice called out from the entrance, “Cousin?” Charlene turned her head and saw Janetta standing there.

Janetta was the daughter of Laverne Hawkins, only a few months younger than Charlene.

They used to play together all the time as kids and were very close. But after Charlene’s mother divorced Henley Hawkins, they rarely saw each other.

Their last meeting was three or four years ago. Back then, Thorne hadn’t met Vesta yet. Janetta, having heard about her uncle’s serious business troubles and imminent bankruptcy, had come all the way from her city to secretly give Charlene her savings to help out.

Charlene smiled, greeting her, “It’s been a while.”

“It really has,” Janetta said, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Then, remembering something, she turned to Charlene with concern and asked, “Cousin, are you okay?”

Janetta knew about the complicated history between Charlene, Vesta, and Thorne.

She had heard that Charlene had loved Thorne for years, but he never reciprocated her feelings. Then, he was instantly captivated by Vesta upon meeting her.

Janetta knew firsthand how irresistibly attractive Vesta was to men. Over the years, she had seen countless men become infatuated with her.

Even Janetta’s high school crush had dated her just to get closer to Vesta.

But Vesta was undeniably talented and charming.

Losing the man you love to someone so exceptional and being unable to win him back, compounded by the issues between Maureen and Sybil, made it no wonder Charlene’s heart must be aching deeply.

Chapter 323

Charlene had a pretty good idea of what was going through her mind.

She was about to brush it off when Laverne stormed in, spotting Janetta, and snapped, “Where have you been roaming around? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? Ignoring my calls, you-“

She cut herself off mid-sentence when she saw Charlene standing with her back turned. Her expression instantly turned cold.

At that moment, a sales assistant approached Charlene and said, “Ms. Ross, your items are all wrapped up. Here’s the receipt, totaling five hundred eighty-nine thousand seven hundred sixty-four dollars. Would you like to check it?”

Charlene nodded, taking the receipt.

They were currently at a high-end designer store, and Charlene’s purchases were all neatly bagged, scattered across the floor-a total of over thirty shopping bags.

Charlene glanced over the receipt, confirmed everything was correct, and handed her card to the assistant.

Laverne and Janetta were momentarily taken aback.

Did Charlene just spend nearly six hundred thousand dollars on clothes in one go?

But Laverne quickly composed herself, figuring Charlene was just putting on a show, trying to keep up appearances.

After all, without Thorne, the Hawkins family’s financial situation was shaky at best. Even Vesta couldn’t afford to spend that much on clothes in a year.

The Ross family was struggling financially, and Charlene didn’t have any notable skills or job prospects. Where would they get any income?

Janetta, however, was a bit worried.

She’d heard that while the Ross family hadn’t gone bankrupt, they were certainly not in a good place financially. Spending half a million on clothes just like that…

Laverne scoffed but didn’t comment further. She turned to Janetta, saying, “Your uncle’s almost done with dinner. Do you want everyone to wait for you to start eating? Let’s go.”

Janetta glanced at Charlene, nodded a quick goodbye, and hurried after Laverne.

Previously, Janetta had heard that the Hawkins family’s new house was bought by Thorne for over six million dollars for Maureen.

That amount didn’t even include the cost of all the expensive furniture and decorations.

Laverne had mentioned that just the large vase in the living room was worth over a million dollars, a housewarming gift from Thorne to Vesta.

And there were other costly decorations throughout the house.

Janetta was from a wealthy family herself, but this was the first time she’d seen such a luxurious and upscale villa. Her eyes were wide the whole time, and she moved carefully as if she was afraid of accidentally knocking something valuable over.

Leah, comfortably lounging on the couch with a bag of pretzels, watched Janetta with amusement and couldn’t help but chuckle at her awe-struck demeanor.

Vesta descended the staircase with a nonchalant grace, noticing Janetta’s unease. She casually remarked, “They’re just bits and pieces of decor. No need to be so tense. If something gets broken, we can simply replace it.”

Vesta’s tone made it clear she didn’t particularly value these items.

Janetta was surprised by the casual attitude. Was Vesta always this lavish?

Leah smirked proudly, adding, “My brother-in-law has money to burn and he’s generous with my sister. If it makes her happy, she could break one of these every day, and he’d just buy her a new batch to play with.”

Janetta was left speechless.

She’d heard about Thorne’s generosity toward Vesta giving her money, shares, and connections, and helping the Hawkins family establish themselves in Starfall City…

But hearing about it was one thing, seeing it firsthand was quite another.

Moreover, she’d heard Thorne was rather tight-fisted with Charlene.

The Ross family had fallen into hard times, and he hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

Yet he was so extravagantly generous with Vesta…

Chapter 324

Just as Janetta was lost in thought, Thorne arrived.

After Thorne greeted the Hawkins and Spencer families, Vesta introduced him to Janetta, saying, “This is my cousin Janetta.”

Thorne glanced at Janetta, flashed a polite smile, and greeted, “Hello.”

Janetta had only seen Thorne in Vesta’s social media posts before. Now that she met him in person, she could see why Vesta was drawn to him.

Sure, there had been plenty of charming suitors vying for Vesta’s attention, all accomplished in their own right. But compared to Thorne… Whether it was personal achievements, education, family background, or even looks and demeanor, Thorne outshone them all by a mile.

Many of Vesta’s previous admirers were truly impressive, but now Janetta realized what it meant to meet someone truly exceptional.

And she had to admit, Thorne and Vesta looked perfect together.

However, recalling the rumors about Thorne and

Charlene, Janetta lowered her gaze and muttered softly, “H-hi.”

After Thorne finished his greetings with the Hawkins and Spencer families, he settled onto the couch.

The word had spread since last year. Vesta’s Starfall boyfriend had effortlessly ushered the Hawkins family into the elite social circle of Starfall. It was the talk among the upper echelons of Y City, where the Hawkins family was well-connected.

Today, some old friends from Y City had come to visit Katie Hawkins.

They had been skeptical about the Hawkins family’s sudden rise in Starfall, given that Vesta, despite her brilliance, was still part of a mid-tier family in Y City. Marrying into the top tier seemed a stretch, let alone entering the elite of Starfall.

But after seeing the Hawkins’ new mansion and meeting Thorne in person, they were finally convinced.

Noticing their astonished glances toward Thorne, Vesta casually mentioned, “They’re friends of the Hawkins family.”

Thorne nodded and responded warmly, shaking hands with each guest as they greeted him.

Once Thorne arrived, they moved to the dining room for dinner.

Janetta was nearing the completion of her master’s degree.

Laverne had brought her to Starfall to find a job and hoped Vesta could help Janetta find a suitable partner there.

Thorne was kind and courteous to everyone from the Hawkins and Spencer families.

After dinner, seeing that Thorne seemed to be in a good mood, Laverne couldn’t resist bringing up the subject.

Janetta wasn’t interested in working there. She also didn’t want to bother anyone. She blurted, “You don’t have to.”

Before she could finish, Thorne turned to her with a smile, “It’s no trouble.” He paused, looked at her, and asked, “Janetta, right? Do you have any particular aspirations regarding your career?”

Janetta was taken aback by how seriously Thorne seemed to consider her.

Was it because he truly cared for Vesta, extending that care to her family?

During dinner, she had overheard Leah talking about how Thorne, feeling jealous of all the attention Vesta received, had transferred a significant portion of his company’s shares to her to fend off other admirers.

She thought that was already a significant gesture, but she hadn’t expected Thorne to take such an interest in her, a relative he’d just met.

She had heard that Thorne and Charlene hadn’t officially divorced yet. Thorne and Vesta weren’t even married, and when Leah had playfully called Thorne her

brother-in-law, Janetta had found it a bit premature.

But she never imagined Thorne would help her so directly and treat her like family. She was bewildered.

Naturally timid, and not used to such attention, especially when compared to Vesta, she found herself tongue-tied.

Seeing Janetta’s unease, Vesta gently tapped Thorne’s arm and said, “Don’t scare her.”

Thorne chuckled and replied, “Alright.” Then he told Janetta, “Just let someone know when you’ve made up your mind. No need to feel embarrassed.”

Janetta quickly responded, “Oh…-okay.”

Chapter 325

Just then, Vesta seemed to have a lightbulb moment. “Isn’t Granger’s company hiring right now? I’m sure they have a position that would suit her. I’ll give Granger a call later.”

Thorne chuckled at the suggestion. “Sounds good.”

Janetta was well aware of who Granger was. She’d heard that he and Thorne were childhood buddies, and he was quite fond of Vesta. Whenever Vesta needed help, Granger was usually there to lend a hand.

Upon hearing this, Janetta was about to express her reluctance to rely on others, but Laverne quickly interjected with gratitude, saying, “Thanks, Vesta. We really appreciate it.’

Vesta nodded and said, “Happy to help.”

With that, Thorne and Vesta moved on to other topics, their conversation flowing smoothly as if they had a never-ending list of things to discuss. Their chemistry was undeniable.

Watching them, Janetta couldn’t help but think of

Charlene, who was out shopping alone. She whispered to Leah, “So… when are they planning to finalize the divorce?”

Leah took a moment to realize Janetta was referring to Charlene and Thorne. She smirked and replied, “My brother-in-law said it’s soon, but the property division is a bit tricky. He doesn’t want her using it as an excuse to interfere later, so they’re settling everything before it’s official.”

Janetta felt a bit of relief knowing Charlene would at least get some of the assets. She’d heard Thorne had a strong dislike for Charlene and feared he might leave her with nothing.

Talking about the division of assets seemed to sour Leah’s mood. Before Janetta could say anything, Leah huffed, “If my brother-in-law wasn’t worried about her causing trouble with Grandma, he wouldn’t give her a dime!”

Janetta nodded slowly, “Oh.”

She paused, then asked, “Will she get a significant portion?”

Leah scoffed, “Depends on how you see it. It’s not much in the grand scheme, but just enough to keep up appearances. It’s more than she deserves, really.”

Janetta understood. Given Thorne’s wealth, if Leah was upset about it, Charlene was likely walking away with more than just peanuts.

Realizing this, she felt more at ease.

Truth be told, from Leah’s perspective, what Charlene was getting was indeed a drop in the ocean compared to Thorne’s fortune. It was about as much as Thorne had spent on Leah’s sister over the years.

But still, in their eyes, it was a considerable sum. Money that should have stayed within the family was going to Charlene, and Leah wasn’t happy about it.

Leah then circled back to the conversation about Janetta possibly working at Granger Enterprises. She shot Janetta a pointed look. “Once you start working there, keep an eye on Granger for me, will you? Make sure no other women get too close.”

Janetta had heard from Laverne that Leah had a thing for

Thorne’s friend. He was quite a catch in the Starfall social scene, ticking all the right boxes. But it seemed the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Feeling uncertain about how to reply, Janetta said, “Well, it’s not a done deal yet. I might not even land the job at The Harden Group.”

Leah smirked, “Oh, you don’t know. As long as my sister puts in a word, Granger will definitely agree.”

Janetta simply replied, “Oh.”

Thorne had business to attend to and was preparing to leave. The Hawkins and Spencer families held him in high regard and saw him off together.

Laverne, keen on helping Janetta establish herself in Starfall, brought up the topic with Vesta again once Thorne had left.

Seeing an opportune moment, Vesta picked up her phone to call Granger. But despite several attempts, the call went unanswered.

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Vesta put down her phone and turned to Laverne, saying, “Something must have come up. I’ll call back later.”

After about half an hour, she dialed Granger again. This time, he picked up. “Am I interrupting anything?” Vesta asked.

“No, not at all,” Granger replied. In truth, he’d seen her call the first time but chose not to answer.

“Is there something you need?” he queried.

Vesta explained her reason for calling, and Granger asked, “Why not send her over to Thorne Industries?”

With a slight smile, Vesta responded, “Thorne Industries isn’t hiring at the moment.”

Granger paused for a moment before asking, “What’s her name?”

“Janetta.”

“How do you spell that?”

“J-A-N-E-T-T-A,” Vesta clarified.

“Got it. Have her apply through the usual channels,” Granger said.

“Thanks, Granger,” Vesta said gratefully.

Before Granger could reply, Vesta, eager to keep the conversation going, asked casually, “What are you up to these days? Staying busy?”

Before he could respond, a gentle female voice came from Granger’s end. “Granger, who are you talking to?”

“Nothing important,” Granger replied coolly. Then, to Vesta, he added, “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” And with that, he hung up.

The sudden appearance of the woman’s voice had clearly soured Granger’s mood, and his abruptness in ending the call suggested he didn’t want Vesta to get the wrong idea about his relationship with the woman.

Vesta raised an eyebrow at the thought. She set her phone down and told Laverne, “Granger agreed.”

“Thank you, Vesta,” Laverne said gratefully.

Leah, with a triumphant grin, turned to Janetta and said, “See? I told you, as long as my sister asks, Granger will say yes.”

Janetta paused, giving Vesta a thoughtful look.

That evening, after having dinner, Charlene returned to her apartment from the Ross Mansion. She was about to start her work on the computer when a call from Thorne came through. Charlene didn’t answer; instead, she turned off her phone.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she powered it back on. She found several messages from Thorne waiting for her.

[I’d like to talk to you.]

[About grandma’s birthday party.]

[I hope you’ll attend.]

Seeing no reply from her, Thorne stopped messaging.

Charlene stayed quiet. Later, as she was making breakfast after her morning routine, Thorne called again.

She frowned and chose to ignore the call.

After a couple more attempts, Thorne gave up.

Charlene went to work as usual. That day, Dalton

Ramirez had some business at PrimeStar Technologies,

Chapter 326

and Stewart was the one to welcome him. Over lunch, Dalton tried insistently to invite Stewart to join him, but Stewart declined as always. So, Dalton left with his own team.

As Dalton reached the parking lot, he noticed Thorne leaning against a car, seemingly waiting for someone. “Mr. Henderson,” Dalton greeted as he approached.

Thorne smiled. “Mr. Ramirez, here for a meeting at PrimeStar?”

“Yes.”

Recalling Thorne’s open approach towards Charlene, Dalton eyed him curiously. “And you, Mr. Henderson?”

“Looking for Charlene,” Thorne replied with a grin, glancing up at the PrimeStar building. “She’s probably upstairs, right?”

Dalton pressed his lips together, not quite sure what to say. Thorne sighed and continued, “She doesn’t answer my calls or messages, so here I am.”

Dalton was about to respond when Charlene and Stewart emerged from the building, surprised to find both Thorne and Dalton in the parking lot.

Stewart almost wished he could turn back inside, but they continued walking towards their car, seemingly ignoring the others.

Thorne, however, intercepted them, addressing Charlene directly, “We need to talk.”

Stewart wasn’t aware of the hug Thorne had given Charlene at the previous meeting. He only knew that Thorne had always kept their marriage discreet, not wanting others to know about his relationship with Charlene. Observing Thorne’s uncharacteristic openness, Stewart frowned and shot Charlene a questioning look, as if to ask, “What’s gotten into him?”

From the moment she spotted Thorne, Charlene knew he was there for her. Frankly, she hadn’t expected him to be so overt about it.

“I’m not going,” Charlene stated flatly.

Thorne regarded her earnestly. “Don’t rush to decide. We can discuss any conditions you have.”

“I don’t see the need,” Charlene retorted. “If there’s anything to discuss, I’ll handle it with Grandma myself. It doesn’t concern you.”

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Charlene didn’t look back at Thorne as she turned and walked away.

Thorne took a step forward, trying to stop her, but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

He glanced at the caller ID, hesitating for a moment while watching Charlene’s silhouette disappear into her car. He then picked up the call.

Stewart had initially wanted to stop Thorne from approaching Charlene. But seeing Thorne give up so easily, he threw a disdainful look his way, let out a dismissive “huh,” and got in the car with Charlene.

Stewart hadn’t quite caught what Charlene and Thorne were talking about earlier. Once inside the car, he turned to her and asked, “What did he want?”

Charlene explained about Irma’s upcoming birthday celebration.

Stewart was genuinely surprised; he hadn’t heard about Irma’s birthday plans. The Ferguson and Henderson families weren’t particularly close, but given the grandeur of Irma’s party, the Fergusons would likely get an invite.

Stewart, who seldom visited his family’s estate, was not up to date on these matters. After listening to Charlene’s explanation, he agreed, saying, “You’re right not to go.”

He paused, frowning, “Hasn’t he already taken Vesta to Henderson Mansion to meet the family? He’ll probably bring her to Irma’s birthday too. So why ask you to go? Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t?”

Charlene had thought about it too. But she figured she and Thorne wouldn’t cross paths again. His business with Vesta was none of her concern. Though it seemed odd, she didn’t dwell on it.

Stewart, after a moment, added, “Could it be that he brought Vesta home, but the family wasn’t thrilled with her? Maybe he thinks since the old lady likes you, if you approve, they’ll accept Vesta and the two of them can be together?”

Charlene paused, then simply said, “Maybe.”

Stewart scoffed, “No wonder he’s come crawling back to you. He’s playing his cards well.”

Charlene didn’t reply, focusing on driving.

Meanwhile, Thorne wrapped up his phone call.

Dalton hadn’t left yet. Seeing Thorne end the call, he hesitated before asking, “Ms. Hawkins?”

Thorne chuckled, “Yeah.”

He slipped his phone back into his pocket, smiling at Dalton. “Mr. Ramirez, got plans later? How about grabbing a bite together?”

Dalton paused, glanced at Thorne, and agreed, “Sure.”

Half an hour later, they arrived at the restaurant.

Thorne grinned, “I heard from my uncle yesterday that Mr. Ramirez is considering discussing a new project with him in a few days?”

Dalton immediately understood Thorne’s “uncle” referred to Vesta’s father, Henley. He knew Thorne was attentive to the Hawkins family, but he hadn’t realized just how in-the-know Thorne was.

Dalton replied nonchalantly, “Yes, there’s something to that effect.”

Thorne added, “I’m quite interested in this project. Would you mind sharing some details with me?”

Dalton quickly realized that Thorne’s interest wasn’t genuine. His concern was for the well-being of the Hawkins family, not the project itself.

Otherwise, Thorne would have asked directly about Dalton’s company instead of mentioning Henley first. Would Dalton actually put the Hawkins family at risk? Dalton gave a cold smile but chose not to voice it. Instead, he said casually, “I’m sorry, Mr. Henderson. The project is still under wraps, so I can’t discuss it in detail right now, I hope you understand.”

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Charlene had no idea what was going on between Thorne and Dalton. After her dinner with Stewart, she returned to the office to continue working.

On Wednesday, Charlene received a call from Kendal Underwood, inviting her over for dinner that weekend. “Minnie will be there too,” he mentioned.

Charlene paused for a moment, then replied, “Sure, sounds good.”

By Friday afternoon, Charlene was in the middle of a meeting when her phone buzzed unexpectedly. As she moved to answer, the call disconnected. Seeing it was from an unfamiliar number, she decided to ignore it and focus on the meeting.

It was Janetta who had tried to call her. Since Wednesday, Janetta had officially joined The Harden Group. She wanted to share with Charlene that she’d be working at The Harden Group and would be settling down in Starfall. But just as she was about to tell her, Janetta recalled Leah’s words about Thorne’s friends, like Granger, who were indifferent to Charlene regardless of her attempts to befriend them. They had, however, readily accepted Vesta.

Janetta worried that if Charlene learned Vesta had helped her get the job, it might upset her, so she quickly hung up.

After work, at Laverne’s urging, Janetta went back to the Hawkins household. As she neared the mansion, she noticed several unfamiliar luxury cars parked out front.

Before arriving in Starfall, Laverne had told her that many of the city’s elite were aware of the relationship between Vesta and Thorne. Thorne’s favor towards Vesta was well-known within their social circle.

Janetta hadn’t fully grasped the extent of this until she saw the steady stream of Starfall’s influential figures coming to the Hawkins family, seeking favors and connections. It was only then she realized how much Thorne’s influence had elevated both the Hawkins and Spencer families.

Seeing her mother, Laverne, cautiously interacting with these high-profile guests made Janetta realize the magnitude of their power. Yet, Vesta remained nonchalant, often avoiding them altogether, while they continued to court her favor respectfully.

Spotting the luxury cars, Janetta knew the Hawkins family had more visitors. She slipped in through a side door, heading upstairs without drawing attention.

Vesta, seeking some peace, was also on the second floor. When she spotted Janetta, she looked up and asked, “Done with work?”

Janetta halted, “Yeah, just finished.”

Since Granger had vouched for Janetta’s hiring, Vesta wasn’t particularly concerned about her joining The Harden Group.

Turning a page in her book, Vesta seemed to remember something. She asked, “Did Granger say anything to you when you joined?”

Janetta admired Vesta’s dedication, hearing about her recent success in some tech exchange that earned her the respect of several important figures. This thought lingered as she replied, “I haven’t met Mr. Harden.”

Vesta paused, “Granger didn’t reach out?”

“No, he didn’t.”

Vesta had assumed Granger might introduce himself to Janetta, given her family ties, and perhaps ensure she was looked after. But then again, such actions might not bode well for Janetta’s reputation.

“Never mind,” Vesta said.

Janetta nodded, heading to her room without further discussion.

Once alone, Vesta set her book aside and called Granger. He let the phone ring for a while before answering, “Hello?”

Vesta chuckled, “I heard about my cousin joining The Harden Group. Thank you, Granger. Are you free in the coming days? I’d love to take you out for dinner.”

Granger spoke dismissively, “Your cousin got in on her own merits, there’s no need to thank me.”

If he hadn’t taken a special interest, how would he know she got in on her own merit?

Vesta smiled but didn’t press the issue. She was about to say more when Granger interjected, “I have something to attend to, can we talk later?”

Vesta knew Granger had been busy lately. “Sure thing,” she replied, and without hesitation, ended the call.

Granger wasn’t actually busy. He had been planning to call Charlene. After Vesta hung up, he reached for his phone and dialed Charlene’s number.

Chapter 329

Charlene was still at PrimeStar when she saw his call. She picked up the phone, “Mr. Harden?”

Granger’s voice softened at the sound of her voice. “Daisy hasn’t seen you in a while. Are you free this weekend? Maybe we could go for a walk?”

Charlene looked at the data she was analyzing on her computer screen. “I’m swamped for the next few days. How about next week?”

Hearing her reply, Granger’s gaze dropped slightly. “No worries, next week then.”

“Okay.” Charlene’s attention was already back on her data models. “Is that all?”

Granger paused for a while, then replied, “…Sure.”

Charlene hung up and continued working late into the night, only leaving PrimeStar after ten.

The next morning, she headed to The Underwood Mansion.

When Kendal went overseas for treatment years ago, Jasmine was just over two. She was particularly adorable back then and had been quite close to Kendal, who absolutely adored her. Even when Thorne wasn’t that attentive to Jasmine, he must have known how much Kendal cherished her.

Now that Kendal was back after all this time, he was definitely eager to see Jasmine again. Yet, last time, Thorne had brought Vesta instead of Jasmine, much to Kendal’s disappointment.

Kendal had promised Jasmine would be joining them this time. But when Charlene arrived at The Underwood Mansion, Jasmine hadn’t yet arrived.

Seeing Charlene, Kendal greeted her with a warm smile, “I’ve had the chef prepare some delicious treats for you. Make sure you have plenty.”

Charlene chuckled, “I will.”

After a bit of small talk, Kendal paused and said, “I heard that scoundrel was planning to bring that woman to Irma’s birthday party. Naturally, she wasn’t having it and told him if he dared show up with her, she’d skip her own party.”

Charlene froze mid-sip of her coffee.

Kendal continued, “The twit, though a twit, seems to have relented because it’s Irma’s first birthday celebration in years. But she’s been quite upset lately. If you have a moment, give her a call, cheer her up a bit.”

Charlene nodded, “Alright.”

The last time, Thorne had bombarded her with calls and messages and even showed up at PrimeStar. But since then, radio silence. She hadn’t thought much about it until Kendal mentioned it. Now, it dawned on her that Thorne had likely conceded, realizing there was no point in reaching out anymore.

Kendal added, “Lloyd and the others won’t approve of their relationship either.”

Though Thorne might have caved at the birthday party, if he was determined to marry Vesta, no one could stop him. Kendal knew this all too well. He scowled, muttered something under his breath, and quickly changed the subject.

They chatted for another ten minutes when the sound of a car engine reached them from outside.

Unlike Thorne’s last visit, Kendal stood up this time, suspecting it might be Jasmine. His eyes twinkled, and he said, “That must be Minnie.”

After a brief pause, Charlene followed Kendal to the door. Sure enough, it was Jasmine who emerged from the car. Seeing Charlene, she ran over joyfully, “Mommy!”

Charlene barely had time to respond before Kendal, smiling, was about to greet Jasmine. But upon noticing Thorne stepping out of the car, his smile vanished.

With a huff, he glared at Thorne, “I distinctly remember saying just to send Minnie over and not to bother me with your presence. So why are you here?”

Thorne glanced at Charlene standing beside Kendal, then turned back to Kendal with a smirk, “I thought you were being sarcastic.”

Kendal huffed again, and Thorne continued, “Alright, don’t get worked up. I’m just dropping Minnie off. I’ll be on my way.”

Ignoring Thorne, Kendal bent down and looked gently at Jasmine, “Minnie, I’m your Grandpa Kendal. We used to have so much fun together. Do you remember?”

Jasmine shook her head, holding onto Charlene’s hand tightly.

While watching Kendal interact with Jasmine, Thorne caught Charlene’s gaze but remained silent. He simply told Kendal he’d be leaving and drove off.

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That day, Charlene decided to stay over at the Underwood family home to enjoy some tea and a friendly game of chess with Kendal. Jasmine seemed keen on heading back to the Ross family estate with her later in the evening.

In the afternoon, Charlene found a quiet moment to send Thorne a message, asking him to make sure Jasmine got home that night. But Thorne didn’t reply. Charlene figured he must not have seen it.

Yet, after dinner, even though Thorne himself didn’t show up, a car arrived right on time at the Underwood Mansion to pick up Jasmine. Once Jasmine was on her way, Charlene also drove off from the mansion.

Next week was Irma’s birthday, and Charlene had already decided she wouldn’t attend the celebration. Helena Ross agreed that it was probably best if they didn’t go. With their minds made up, that very evening, Charlene and Helena called Irma to let her know.

Irma picked up Charlene’s call while she was still finishing her dinner. Her leg had healed quite well, and she was able to walk almost normally again. Glancing over at Thorne, she stepped out of the dining room, answering the phone with a cheerful tone, “Charlene, have you had dinner yet?”

“Yes, I have,” Charlene replied, putting the call on speaker so she and Helena could both speak to Irma. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Charlene got to the point, “Grandma, I’m sorry, but on your birthday, neither I nor Grandma Helena will be able to celebrate with you in person.”

Irma had already anticipated this. Though a bit disappointed, she completely understood. She chuckled softly and said, “That’s okay, dear, I understand. But remember, Charlene, don’t let us drift apart, alright? Whenever you get a chance, give me a call. And if you ever run into any trouble or need my help, just let me know. I’ll do whatever I can to assist you. You hear me, Charlene?”

“I understand, Grandma. Thank you,” Charlene replied warmly. They chatted a bit more before hanging up. With Irma’s birthday party approaching, Claudia had returned to the old family home just yesterday, and Terence Henderson was there too. Claudia had been asking about the situation between Thorne and

Charlene, leading to Terence finding out that they were still in the process of finalizing their divorce but weren’t officially divorced yet.

Considering Charlene’s good relationship with her grandmother, it seemed only natural that she would attend her grandmother’s long-awaited birthday celebration, especially since she and Thorne were still legally married. But…

Watching Irma’s retreating figure, Terence couldn’t help but ask, “Hey, is my sister-in-law coming to Grandma’s birthday party?”

With Jasmine having finished her meal and left the dining room, Thorne continued to eat leisurely. Upon hearing Terence’s question, he simply said, “Why don’t you ask Grandma?”

Terence paused. So, Thorne didn’t know either? Or maybe Charlene’s call to Grandma was precisely to discuss this?

If Charlene were planning to attend the party, she wouldn’t need to call Grandma specifically to talk about it. So…

Terence was quite fond of Charlene. He glanced at Thorne, tempted to ask if he was truly certain about proceeding with the divorce. However, considering that even their grandparents, father, and mother refrained from meddling in Thorne’s decisions, Terence decided it wasn’t his place to intervene.

After Irma returned from her phone call, Terence asked with concern, “Grandma, what did my sister-in-law say?”

Irma glanced at Thorne, who continued his meal with the same calm demeanor, showing no reaction at the mention of Charlene’s name. She replied, “She called to apologize, saying she won’t be able to come to celebrate my birthday in person.”

Sensing Irma’s unspoken message, Thorne remained unfazed, quietly placing a piece of food on her plate. Irma gently pushed her plate aside, letting Thorne’s chopsticks miss their mark.

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Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath [Stella] (Chapters 381 to 390)

Chapter 381

Finley strolled over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine. Just as he took a sip, Ronald emerged from the lounge.

Finley couldn’t help but cough as Ronald shot him a disapproving glance. “What’s got into you? Seen a ghost or something?”

Finley patted his chest. “You, uh, you were fast.”

Ronald was left speechless.

Nearby, Idris was busy working on his laptop. He overheard Finley’s comment and quietly decided it was time to relocate to another lounge area.

He had figured it out by now – keeping his distance from someone like Finley was a smart move. Get too close, and you might end up in a messy situation.

As Idris moved away, Finley realized he might have spoken too hastily. “I didn’t mean – well, you know…”

He had heard some noises coming from the lounge earlier and had wisely decided to make himself scarce. But he’d barely had time to enjoy his wine before Ronald approached.

“Do we have any more of those ointment around for there?”

Finley was puzzled. “Huh?”

Ronald explained, “It’s a bit severe.”

The poor girl had been quite distressed during the examination, and he hadn’t anticipated causing such a fuss.

Finley’s eyes widened in realization. So that was what Ronald and Stella were up to in the lounge; he was checking on Stella’s injury.

What the…

Finley almost blurted out something else but caught Ronald’s warning glare and swallowed his words. He turned to the first-aid kit, found a couple more meds, and handed them to Ronald. “Use these with what I gave you before.”

Ronald took the meds and was about to leave when Finley couldn’t help himself. “I get you’re in a hurry, but…”

Ronald turned back with a frosty look, cutting him off.

Finley got the message and quickly shut his mouth. “What trying to say is, take it easy on her. Girls are delicate. At least wait until she fully recovers.”

Ronald gave Finley one last icy glance before exiting without another word.

Left alone, Finley raised his glass, finishing the wine in one gulp. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. “Xander thinks he can compete? Not a chance.”

Ronald had practically wrapped Stella in a bubble of protection. Xander wouldn’t stand a chance. Finley recalled the time Xander had tried to take Stella away, and Ronald had looked ready to tear Shawn apart.

……

Inside the lounge, Ronald gently coaxed Stella out from under the blankets.

She resisted, wriggling away. “No, I don’t want to…”

“It’s just for the injury. No need to be shy,” Ronald reassured her.

Stella was still hesitant. It was embarrassing enough to be injured there, and now he wanted to apply the ointment himself. She felt like she had no privacy left.

“I can do it myself.”

“You…”

“Please, I don’t want to.”

Her voice rose in desperation, loud enough that Finley, still savoring his wine outside, nearly dropped his glass.

……

After a couple of hours’ flight, Stella was fast asleep on the plane, exhausted. Thankfully, Ronald hadn’t disturbed her this time, only applying the ointment once more while she slumbered. Too tired to protest, she’d felt his gentle touch but couldn’t summon the energy to object.

Sir, it’s time to wake Ms. Quinn.

The plane had been on the ground for an hour, and noticing Stella still hadn’t emerged, Idris knew she was still sleeping. With their scheduled meeting approaching, they couldn’t afford any more delays.

Ronald glanced at his watch and nodded, rising to head back to the lounge where Stella was still asleep.

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Inside the room, Stella was still deep in slumber.

“Star, Star?”

Ronald called to her softly. Stella mumbled something incoherent, turned over, and seemed determined to keep sleeping. With a sigh, Ronald picked up her clothes and gently lifted her from the bed, trying to coax her into waking up.

Stella blinked groggily, her eyes barely open. “What’s going on? Are we there yet?”

Ronald chuckled, “Your phone’s been buzzing non-stop, and it’s time for us to get off the plane.”

As he spoke softly, he helped her into her clothes. The weather between Portis City and Cyris Isle was as different as night and day.

Stella was too drowsy to protest and allowed him to help her. By the time she was fully dressed, she had finally started to wake up properly.

Hearing her phone’s incessant buzzing, Stella answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Star, it’s me.”

Tegan James’s voice came through the line, snapping Stella to full alertness. “Tegan? How did you get this number?” Tegan replied, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh, right.”

Since Ronald had changed her phone, Stella had been careful about who got her new number, hoping to cut off ties with the Larkin family.

“So, what’s up?”

“I arrived in Portis City about six hours ago.”

Stella raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“Mrs. Larkin has been camped outside, insisting on seeing me. She won’t leave.”

Stella sighed. Cloudia had heard about Tegan’s return to Portis City and was now staking out the Horner family home.

Her persistence for the sake of Ursula was unmatched. Even with all the drama Lola had caused over Ursula, Cloudia still thought of seeking out Tegan.

“Maybe you should go see her?” Stella advised. “Hmm?”

“Remember to give her a glimmer of hope.”

Tegan was taken aback.

Giving Ursula hope? Wouldn’t that just lead to more despair?

Before leaving Portis City, Tegan had reviewed Ursula’s medical reports. The prognosis was grim.

From her years of medical experience, Tegan knew Ursula’s body was failing rapidly, with a life expectancy of less than six months.

And that was with medical intervention. Without surgery, Ursula’s time was even shorter.

And now, without having undergone surgery or receiving proper medical care, what hope was there?

“You’re suggesting I cause her both physical and emotional pain.”

Hope might be the cruelest gift of all. Tegan suddenly grasped Stella’s intent.

“When someone sees no hope, they might choose to end things swiftly,” Stella explained.

“Got it.”

The idea was to prevent Ursula from finding an easy escape.

Years ago, Ursula had attempted to harm Stella in the most vicious ways possible.

Beyond the car accident, she had tried to interfere at the hospital. If Tegan and Susanna hadn’t acted quickly, Stella might not have survived.

Reflecting on it now, Tegan was relieved that they had managed to keep Stella safe.

Had something happened to Stella, with her status as the cherished daughter of the Lugar family, Mr. Quinn would have torn through Portis City in retribution.

“So, I’ll head to the Larkin family. Dinner together tonight?”

Stella glanced at Ronald and, feeling the discomfort in her body, replied, “Let’s do it tomorrow.”

She had no desire to go anywhere today, still feeling the lingering ache.

Tegan agreed, “Alright.”

After hanging up, Ronald scooped her up with a tender smile. “Such a good girl, thinking about your health first.”

“Well, when I’m in this much pain, going out is the last thing I want to do.”

Whether she was being good or not, the discomfort was very real.

Ronald didn’t say another word, simply carried her off the plane.

In the past, Stella might have insisted on walking herself, but today she didn’t. She meekly nestled her face against Ronald’s chest, content to be cared for.

Chapter 383

Cloudia had been waiting outside the Horner residence.

She had come here the moment she heard Tegan returned home two hours ago, determined to wait as long as it took.

Whether it was because of the Larkin family’s recent misfortunes or some other reason, she couldn’t even get past the front gate.

The doorman had been firm, insisting she leave, saying Tegan wouldn’t see her. But leaving wasn’t an option. The thought of Ursula’s suffering weighed heavily on her heart, urging her to persist.

Finally, Tegan emerged.

Cloudia rushed forward, her voice trembling with desperation, “Ms. James, please, I beg you, help my daughter.”

Tegan crossed her arms, her expression indifferent as she asked. “Which daughter are you talking about?”

Cloudia’s face froze at her question, her voice caught in her throat. “My… my adopted daughter, Ursula.”

“Oh, adopted daughter, huh? The way you were acting, I thought it was your own flesh and blood, Stella, who was in trouble.”

Cloudia was momentarily speechless at the mention of Stella, her lips twitching as she struggled to respond. “Could you at least come by the Larkin’s place, please?”

Tegan shrugged, “Alright, but let me be clear, I wasn’t planning on making this trip. It was your actual daughter who called me, asking me to check in.”

“You say Star called you? Asked you to see Ursula?” Cloudia was astonished, disbelief etched on her face.

Stella, being kind to Ursula? It seemed impossible. She could hardly believe that Stella would want anything but Ursula’s decease.

“Ms. James, you must have misheard. Star would never…”

“Are you implying I can’t hear straight? If that’s the case, how can you trust me to check on Ursula?”

“I…” Cloudia hesitated, then relented. “Thank you then.”

Tegan’s disdain grew as she watched Cloudia’s reluctance at the mention of Stella. She scoffed, “Save your gratitude, and maybe start appreciating your own daughter more.”

Cloudia went silent, feeling her chest tighten with frustration at Tegan’s words, a surge of anger barely contained.

Stella was the last person she wanted to think about right now. The Larkin family’s downfall was Stella’s doing. What good could possibly come from remembering her?

But at the moment, Ursula’s situation was pressing. She had to stay calm. “You’re right, Ms. James.”

Tegan’s smirk widened, and she turned to head to her car.

Cloudia hurried after her. “Ms. James, I drove here myself.”

“No thanks, the Larkin family has a sketchy track record with mechanics. I’ll stick with my own wheels,” Tegan replied, a thinly veiled reference to the crash that had been pinned on Ursula.

Even with all the evidence pointing to Ursula, the Larkin family had chosen to believe in her innocence.

Tegan drove off without another word, leaving Cloudia standing there, her body tense with frustration and her anger towards Stella simmering just beneath the surface.

With a final exasperated breath, she jumped into her car, determined to keep pace with Tegan.

Meanwhile, Stella had already been carried into Ronald’s car when Tegan called her. “Honestly, this feels like a waste of time.”

“Oh?”

Tegan continued, “The Larkin family dotes on her so much, that Ursula would never leave them willingly.”

Stella remained silent.

“Plus, you should’ve seen Mrs. Larkin’s face. What kind of spell has Ursula cast over her?”

Tegan had clearly noticed Cloudia’s deep-seated bias against Stella during their encounter.

Stella sighed, “Whatever spell it is, just make sure you give them hope.”

Chapter 384

“What happens after I do that?” Tegan was curious about how Stella planned to deal with Ursula.

Stella said, “Well, of course, we hammer out some terms.”

Tegan was surprised. Terms?

“Asking for money?”

Stella uttered, “Come on, you’re not running a charity here. You make demands, and you make them sky-high.”

“But the Larkin family doesn’t have that kind of money right now, do they?”

Tegan’d heard about the mess the Larkin family was in. It was all a big jumble of chaos. In a word, no one living in the Larkin family mansion could cough up half a million just like that.

Stella said, “I know.”

“Huh? Then why…”

“Precisely because they’re broke, you push them to make outrageous offers.”

Realization dawned on Tegan.

Oh… So that was it. Pushing them over the edge, huh? To give them a glimmer of hope, only to shove them into the abyss.

“Did you pick up this trick from Susie? Only Susanna would delight in such mischief.”

Not only would she enjoy the spectacle, but she could also come up with all sorts of devilish schemes.

Stella uttered, “Just go on, do your thing.”

“Alright, I’ll go. I’ll go full throttle at every turn.”

Tegan hung up the phone.

As for Ursula, never mind her feud with Stella – it wasn’t like she and Tegan were on good terms either.

Back when Ursula wasn’t sure about Yorick’s feelings, she cast a wide net. And when someone like her casts a wide net, she doesn’t waste it on the unworthy.

Naturally, Uriah Horner was caught in that net too, leading to a grudge against Tegan.

There were so many debutantes in Portis City who’d love to crash her, but thanks to the Larkin family’s protection, no one could touch her.

But now? She fell right into Stella’s hands and even had to come begging to Tegan.

……

Meanwhile, Ronald looked down at Stella, taking in her triumphant expression. “Feeling pleased, are we?”

“Of course, you wouldn’t get it.”

Ursula getting her comeuppance brought joy to countless people in Portis City, not just her.

Ronald chuckled softly. “Why not just shoot her at once? Why the hassle?”

Stella shot him a look. “With her health right now, would it even make a difference?”

Sending her a death sentence by shooting would be a waste of ammunition.

Ronald gently ruffled her soft hair, letting her do as she pleased.

After all, as she said, the state the Larkin family was in didn’t really require any intervention. They were already falling apart, each person living in their own torment. Whether they intervened or not, it hardly mattered.

Suddenly, Stella wrapped her arms around Ronald’s. “Do you think I’m being bad?”

Ronald raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

“Back in Ferrowland, I wasn’t like this.”

Ronald nodded. Indeed, back when she was with him, she was carefree, kind-hearted, and pure.

But ever since the Quinn family’s troubles, and Xander forced her to leave Ferrowland, she’d changed. The innocence was gone, replaced by a fierce determination to hold grudges.

Ronald affectionately pinched her little nose. “You’re doing just fine.”

Instantly, Stella felt warmth bubbling inside her.

She recalled snippets of her time with the Larkin family.

“Why’d you go quiet, hmm?

Stella replied, “Just thinking, no matter how I am, in your eyes, I’m always okay.”

Ronald hummed in agreement.

Stella beamed, wrapping her arms around Ronald’s neck and planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

Chapter 385

This was what it truly meant to love someone, to care for someone, to cherish someone. It didn’t matter what they became.

Just as Stella was about to settle back into her seat, Ronald pulled her in for a deeper kiss.

Stella was taken aback. Turns out, you can’t just mess with a lion.

In the front, Idris wisely raised the divider. Stella squirmed in Ronald’s embrace, feeling a wave of fear wash over her.

“Let’s not do it today.”

If they kept with it, she worried he might lose control.

Her fear was evident to him, and Ronald chuckled softly as he released her. “I wouldn’t dream of eating you up right now.”

Stella’s mind buzzed, and her cheeks flushed a bright red.

With his forehead against hers, he asked, “Were you thinking about the Larkin family?”

Stella replied, “Not intentionally.”

That crowd didn’t deserve the effort of intentional thought. But the past few years had left some scars, memories that lingered.

“Ronald, will you always be on my side?” she asked.

“On your side?”

“Yeah, like if I did something to hurt Yvonne, would you still stand by me?”

Ronald’s grip tightened at her words, understanding the reason behind her question.

The Larkins had always favored their adopted daughter. And in the Quinn family, wasn’t Stella in the same position as Ursula?

Ronald withdrew a little, putting some space between them, and playfully flicked her forehead. Stella winced, rubbing the spot. “Ouch.”

Her eyes were wide and innocent, like a doe’s, making Ronald’s heart skip a beat as he thought, “Little enchantress. How could any man resist such gaze?”

“Do you really think the Quinn family is blind and incapable of raising you to be like Ursula?”

Stella paused.

He was right.

Thinking back, Ronald and their mother had never shown favoritism between her and Yvonne. They were truly doted on, but when wrong, they were equally reprimanded. Even with all the love and care, real mistakes were never swept under the rug.

Stella understood now. She hugged Ronald’s lean waist, snuggling into him. “Why are people so different?”

The Larkins had almost unconditionally supported Ursula these past two years.

Those who knew called it love because Ursula was their adopted daughter. Others might have thought Ursula had some hold over them.

……

Meanwhile, Tegan arrived at the Larkin household.

Lola was lounging in the living room, munching on peanuts like she owned the place, much to Cloudia’s annoyance.

A stranger had suddenly appeared in her home, trying to overshadow her role as the lady of the house. How could she not be upset?

Knowing that Ursula’s condition had worsened since she was hit by Lola, Cloudia felt even more exasperated.

Seeing the peanut shells scattered everywhere, if not for Tegan’s presence, Cloudia would have given Lola a piece of her mind.

“Ms. James, this way please,” Cloudia said, tearing her gaze away from Lola.

If she looked any longer, she might actually explode. She hurried to lead Tegan to Ursula’s room. But just as they reached the stairs, Lola, who had been pretending not to see them, spoke up, “So, are you having the doctor see your son first or the adopted daughter?”

Clearly, Lola knew Cloudia had brought a doctor.

Who would’ve thought she would still care about Ursula at this point?

Cloudia was left speechless. She glared at Lola upon hearing it. “Dr. James is a specialist in obstetrics.”

Lola smirked. “Oh, so you’ve already found an excuse to see the adopted daughter first, huh? Tsk, tsk.” “You…”

Cloudia was fuming. Facing Lola, nothing she said seemed right.

If she didn’t agree with Lola, she’d get mocked. If she did, she’d still get mocked. In Lola’s eyes, everything Cloudia did or said was wrong.

“You’re quite the mother, aren’t you? Ignoring your own son’s plight to fuss over the adopted daughter. If she were decent, I wouldn’t say anything, but you’ve seen her attitude.”

Cloudia snapped, “Shut up, will you?”

Her breath came in short, angry bursts.

Lola didn’t relent. “Why should I? Everyone knows Ursula is the most prestigious adopted daughter in Portis City. Anyone who doesn’t know might think she’s your love child, the way you fuss over her.”

Cloudia felt faint with fury.

Lola crossed her arms, unfazed. “Anyway, if you don’t let the doctor see Jaxon first, I’ll keep stirring things up. Let’s see how long Ursula can endure.”

“You… The misfortune of this family, truly. If I’d known…”

Cloudia stopped herself from finishing the thought.

But Lola knew her mind. “What? Regret not getting rid of me earlier? No surprise there. Ursula turned out the way she did because of how you raised her. You used the same tactics on your own daughter, and you still see no problem. Then again, what would someone like you know about familial love?”

Chapter 386

Cloudia was trembling with anger.

“Have you said enough? If you have, then just shut up.”

Lola chimed in, “Go see Jaxon first.”

She was adamant. Even though Jaxon was a piece of work, her son was still his flesh and blood.

If he couldn’t work anymore, who would provide for her son?

Cloudia was so mad she felt dizzy, but in the end, there was no choice but to have Tegan take a look at Jaxon’s injury.

They were basically blacklisted by the hospital, and no doctor dared to make a house call.

The guy backing Stella had really cornered the Larkin family this time, blocking every possible escape. The company was at a standstill, and even basic medical care at home was out of reach.

Tegan examined the wound. “This is badly infected. It needs hospital treatment as soon as possible.”

Cloudia and Lola both fell silent at the mention of the hospital.

“Can you prescribe some medication?” Cloudia asked cautiously, worried about offending the only doctor who had been willing to visit the Larkin family.

Tegan shook her head, “I can’t.”

“You’re a doctor, how can you not prescribe medication?” Lola was getting desperate.

Tegan remained firm, “I just can’t.”

Cloudia pleaded, “Ms. James, we’re really out of options here.”

Tegan cut her off. “Let’s go check on Ursula now.”

If Stella hadn’t called in a favor, Tegan wouldn’t have been here at all. She had no patience left for this.

She had seen firsthand how awful Jaxon was. After all the times he tried to off Stella on Ursula’s account, Tegan wouldn’t

have helped him even if she could. He deserved to have his hand irreparably damaged.

“Okay,” Cloudia relented, afraid to push Tegan any further, and led her to Ursula’s room.

Lola looked at Jaxon, “If it weren’t for me sticking up for you, she’d only care about that adopted daughter.”

“Shut up!” Jaxon snapped, his temper flaring at Lola.

The past few days had been chaotic with both Lola and Cloudia at each other’s throats, and Ursula even hit Ursula. “First it was Stella causing chaos, and now it’s you. Can anyone get peace around here?” Jaxon yelled, his breathing heavy with frustration

Lola’s lips twitched. “What the hell? Can’t you tell what’s good or bad? How am I the one causing the chaos? Wait, you’re still siding with Ursula?”

Her temper flared again. Ignoring Jaxon’s injuries, she slapped him across the face. “You idiot! Are you blind?”

Jaxon’s face burned where she hit him, and he glared at her. “Are you insane?”

Lola snarled, “Yeah, I am insane. Stella was driven crazy just like that, wasn’t she? You bastard…”

Lola exploded with anger.

Since she moved in, Ursula had caused so much trouble, yet no one ever questioned if Ursula was in the wrong, it was always her fault.

Overcome with rage, Lola started to trash the room.

“I’m not as a pushover as Stella, taking your crap and then moving out to get away from you,” she shouted as she destroyed everything in sight. “I’m not leaving. You think you can just let Ursula run wild? Well, I can cause chaos too, and believe me, it won’t be me suffering.”

Jaxon was on the brink of losing it.

“Are you done being a lunatic? Who really dares to bully some shrew like you? Who even could?”

The notion that Stella was some kind of pushover was laughable. If she were, his hand wouldn’t be mangled, and Yorick wouldn’t be covered in bruises.

This bunch of goddamn women, always playing the victim, it was infuriating.

……

Meanwhile, back at Mist Bay, Ronald had gone off to study with Idris.

When she entered her room, Stella noticed the security had all been replaced, and more personnel had been added. Everything broken before had been restored.

The household staff respectfully took Stella’s things to her room. Just as she lay down, there was a knock at the door. A maid opened it, exchanged a few words, and then turned to Stella. “Mr. Quinn has arranged for a female doctor to check on you.”

Stella was taken aback. A check-up? More like an examination of that specific area.

Thinking about it made Stella uncomfortable. “No, that’s not necessary.”

The maid insisted, “The doctor said it’s necessary to evaluate your actual condition, per Mr. Quinn’s orders.”

Stella hesitated, “Really, it’s fine.”

Even though it was a female doctor, the thought was still embarrassing.

The maid had no choice but to explain to the doctor. No one could make Stella do anything she didn’t want to.

But soon enough, Ronald entered the room. He gently coaxed Stella out from under the covers. “Come on, be good. We need the doctor to take a look, okay?”

Stella protested, “I don’t too.

Ronald sighed, ling her hair softly. “How about you close your eyes and don’t look at the doctor?”

Stella was puzzled. What did he mean?

Ronald explained, “You can stay under the blanket, and the doctor will just take a quick look.”

Chapter 387

Stella was reluctant.

Ronald tried every trick in the book, and finally, after ten minutes of persuasion, Stella agreed to let the doctor take a quick look. And by quick, she meant just a glance.

But even that brief glance was enough for the seasoned doctor to understand her condition.

The doctor prescribed some medication for Stella – both pills and ointment.

Stella didn’t put up any more resistance as Ronald applied the ointment and handed her a pill to swallow.

“Ugh, il tastes awful.”

Ronald popped a piece of candy into her mouth. “Better now?”

Stella nodded. “You’re busy, you should get going.”

He had promised to stay only a couple of days before heading back to Ferrowland, so he needed to get everything sorted out quickly.

And then there was Susanna. Out of the blue, she decided to go to Ferrowland, and from what Stella gathered over the phone, she felt a bit uneasy about it.

“Take a nap; you didn’t seem to get much sleep on the plane.”

Stella murmured, “Okay.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the injury or something else, but she felt incredibly sleepy.

After tucking her in, Ronald left the room.

At the Larkin household.

Tegan, having examined Ursula, bluntly declared, “Her condition has worsened beyond my help.”

Cloudia and Ursula exchanged a shocked look. Their eyes mirrored the same sorrow, but Ursula held an additional layer of fear – the fear of death.

“Mom.”

The word came out choked with pain and emotion.

Cloudia’s heart clenched. “Dr. James, is there really nothing else you can do?”

Despite knowing Ursula might have framed Stella by using underhanded tactics just as she did to Lola, Cloudia was willing to do anything to save her.

Tegan remained silent, so Cloudia pressed on, “You’re a brilliant young doctor, a specialist in your field. Everyone says you can snatch people back from the brink of death. There must be something you can do, right?”

Ursula added, “Please, Dr. James, you have to help me. I don’t want to die.”

Having finally seen a doctor after being discharged, Ursula pinned all her hopes on Tegan.

She had momentarily forgotten that Tegan and Stella were close friends and the things she had done to Stella…… the very things that were now coming back to haunt her.

Tegan sighed, “There is something, but it comes with a hefty price.”

“What’s the price?

“For such severe cases with multiple cancers, there’s a miracle drug that can rapidly eliminate various cancers in the body. But it’s incredibly expensive, which is why it’s not on the market.”

Cloudia went silent. She was about to speak, but Ursula beat her to it. “How expensive? No matter the cost, I’ll buy it.”

She wanted to live, desperately so. Hearing Tegan mention the high cost, she didn’t think twice about the price; she was sure the Larkin family would find a way to save her.

Tegan observed Ursula’s desperate desire to live, mixed with an undeniable greed in her eyes. Frowning, she turned to Cloudia.

Cloudia echoed, “What is this drug? No matter the cost, we’ll buy it.”

Really?

Tegan rolled her eyes internally. Was this really an adopted daughter? She was being treated like a treasured daughter, a beloved ancestor.

Given the state the Larkin family was in, they were promising to buy no matter the cost. Who gave them the nerve to blow their horn like that?

Did they desire to buy it?

Fine, then…

Tegan, with a straight face, replied, “The drug costs half a million per pill. You need to take one every day for a week initially, and then one per month for two years.”

Cloudia exclaimed, “Half a million per pill?” Her eyes immediately were wide open.

Seven pills initially, then one every month? This wasn’t a small amount.

Tegan nodded. “Yes, five hundred thousand a pill.”

Both Cloudia and Ursula were in disbelief. Even for them, who had lived comfortably all these years, the figure was a shock.

Half a million per pill, a week of pills would cost 3.5 million, and then half a million each month thereafter? Even for the Larkin family, this was an astronomical price for medication.

Cloudia took a shaky breath and looked at Tegan. “Is the drug really that expensive?”

Tegan nodded.  Yes!, because it’s so expensive, it hasn’t been released to the market. But hospitals can usually arrange to procure it if needed.

However, the supply is limited, and half a million is a conservative estimate. It could be much higher if it changes hands a few times.”

Chapter 388

Cloudia was left speechless.

Five hundred thousand seemed like a lot already, and now they were talking about something even higher.

Cloudia exchanged a glance with Ursula, whose eyes were filled with a desperate plea for survival.

Unable to bear it, Cloudia averted her gaze and looked at Tegan, almost choking on her words. “Is there any other way?”

It was clear that coming up with over three million all at once was an enormous strain for her. Especially considering that Blaise was having issues on his end, and asking him for help right now might be a shot in the dark.

Thinking of Blaise and that woman he’d had twins with – a boy and a girl – Cloudia felt a deep, burning anger in her chest.

Tegan replied, “Right now, this is the only option. But given her condition, it would be best to sort it out within a week, or even the medication won’t be able to save her.”

With that, Tegan left, not bothering to say anything more.

She hadn’t lied. Based on the medical information she had, this medication did exist. And due to its exorbitant price, it hadn’t been widely released. This was a tangible hope given to them.

But whether they could grab onto this hope was entirely up to them.

Left alone in the room, Ursula clutched Cloudia’s hand. “Mom, you’ll save me, right? You will save me, won’t you?” Cloudia stuttered, “I…”

“Mom, I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to die.”

“But…”

They didn’t have that kind of money. Even combining what she and Jaxon had, they could barely scrape together over one million.

Ursula didn’t have much money herself, Cloudia knew that well.

Shares? With the company in its current state, they were practically useless. Blaise was entirely focused on that woman and their two children. Asking him for money was out of the question.

And even if they managed to solve the three million problem, they’d still need several hundred thousand each month thereafter.

“But Mom, I really don’t want to die. I’m begging you.”

Seeing Cloudia’s hesitation, Ursula grew frantic.

Sure enough, when she began to cry, Cloudia’s heart softened. She continually reassured her, “I will find a way, we will find a way. Don’t worry.”

There was a chance at life. How could she bear to let the daughter she’d raised with such love die? She couldn’t do it.

But they still needed over two million, and then half a million every month. This wasn’t just a small sum – where could she find that kind of money? And there was only a week to figure it out.

Cloudia felt the anxiety gnawing at her insides.

……

Tegan left the Larkin family home and immediately called Stella. When the line connected, Stella’s sleepy voice came through. “Tegan.”

“Are you napping?”

“Yeah, just catching some Z’s. It’s snowing outside again, perfect weather for a nap.”

Maybe it was the weather, but Stella had always loved sleeping during snowy days.

Tegan said, “I’ve just left the Larkin mansion.”

“So, how did it go?” Stella’s voice became more alert. She had to admit, she had a weakness for gossip.

Tegan replied, “As you suggested, I dangled a hope before them with an impossible price tag.”

Stella asked, “How impossible?”

“Not too bad, just over three million.”

Stella was at a loss for words.

Over three million was a colossal amount for the Larkin family, she reckoned. Especially in terms of liquid cash. Despite years of collaboration with the Quarry family, Blaise had only ever managed to catch the crumbs. The lion’s share had always been locked down tight by the Quarry family.

“Maybe not much for you, but for the Larkin family, it’s a death sentence,” Tegan said, “When I was there, I saw a woman causing quite the ruckus. She must be involved with Jaxon because she was making the Larkin house anything but peaceful.”

“That’s Jaxon’s woman, she even had a son with him.”

“Oh, I see.” Tegan had only been away from Portis City for a short while, and yet so much drama awaited her.

“If that’s the case, then this hope with a price tag is something Ursula will never be able to reach. No matter how strong childhood bonds are, once there’s a woman child in the picture, Jaxon’s heart has to split a bit.”

Stella responded, “That’s not necessarily true for the Larkin family.

“Even better, if Jaxon’s heart can’t be divided between Ursula, then, that woman will surely find all sorts of ways to extract from him.

Stella agreed, That’s true.”

Women, when it came to their children, would do just about anything.

Chapter 389

As Ronald stepped into the room, his eyes landed on Stella, who was engrossed in a phone call. Her leg was peeking out from under the quilt, a clear sign that the moment he left, she had kicked the covers off again.

Without a word, Ronald walked up and tucked the covers around her.

Stella glanced up, smiling playfully. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said into the phone before hanging up.

“The Larkins causing trouble again?” Ronald asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Stella replied with a grin. “Tegan sold them some ridiculously overpriced medication, and now they’re probably in chaos.”

Without Lola, they’d be running around like headless chickens worrying about money. With Lola, they’d be scrambling over who got the money.

Basically, the whole Larkin family was in a delightful uproar.

Ronald, his large hand cradling the back of Stella’s head, pressed his forehead against hers. “You’re still too kind-hearted, Star.”

In his opinion, the Larkins deserved nothing less than a good reckoning. But since they were Stella’s blood relatives, he refrained from taking drastic action without her go-ahead. Still, knowing the Larkins were trapped in their own mess brought a similar satisfaction.

Stella shrugged, “With Ursula’s health as it is, I didn’t even need to lift a finger.”

If Tegan hadn’t mentioned Ursula’s deteriorating health, Stella might have intervened herself. But knowing the truth, she figured there was no need to take any action.

“True, no need to dirty your hands,” Ronald agreed.

“Exactly,” Stella nodded.

Watching her lovable face, Ronald couldn’t resist leaning in for a quick kiss. “How’s that ointment working? Feeling better?”

“What are you up to?

“Relax, nothing at all.”

The doctor had advised that Stella needed to rest and fully recover before doing anything strenuous.

Still skeptical, Stella held onto Ronald’s shirt. “Swear it.”

He captured her warm hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I swear.”

……

Meanwhile, in Ferrowland, Susanna stepped off the plane, her hands free of luggage, with Tania by her side. As they walked towards the exit, Tania’s eyes darted around, ever watchful.

Susanna leaned in, whispering, “We’re in Ferrowland. Why are you still on high alert?”

From the moment Tania had picked her up in Portis City, Susanna had noticed her heightened vigilance, like they were about to encounter some danger.

Tania replied, “We need to get to the estate quickly.”

“And then what? Are you planning to keep me locked up inside?”

Judging by Tania’s serious demeanor, that seemed entirely possible. Sure enough, Tania nodded. “Your mom instructed us to keep you at Crimson Estate until we get her call.”

Susanna’s lips twitched with discomfort. Something was definitely amiss.

“What’s going on with my mom?”

Tania glanced around, “Let’s move.”

The bustling airport wasn’t the place for explanations. Tania, with one hand gripping a bag and the other steering Susanna, hastened their pace.

Yet, the very thing Tania feared came to pass.

As they passed by a restroom, two men with their caps pulled low over their eyes locked onto them with menacing stares.

Tania’s instincts kicked in immediately. She met their gaze, her breath catching.

“Run,” she commanded, shoving Susanna ahead.

Susanna stumbled, her mind racing with questions about her mother’s predicament, barely catching herself from hitting the ground.

Chapter 390

As soon as Tania shouted “Run”, Susanna was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion. Regaining her balance, she took off without a second thought.

Tania, seeing Susanna nearly face-plant into the pavement, felt a rush of concern. But before she could step forward to help, Susanna was already on her feet, sprinting away like a gust of wind had swept her off.

Tania was momentarily speechless.

“There they are, grab them!” shouted two men who had recognized Tania and Susanna, immediately starting to chase after them.

Tania kicked off her low-heeled shoes and dashed in the direction Susanna had gone.

Earlier, Lacey had assured her over the phone that once they reached Ferrowland, Susanna would be safe. Tania had her doubts even when they were on the plane, and clearly, this was why.

“Stop! Stop right there!” echoed the angry shouts behind her. Tania ran like the wind, bumping into a few people along the way.

But as she glanced ahead, Susanna was nowhere in sight.

Tania was left with a sinking feeling in her stomach. Turns out the one who should have been worried was herself.

Susanna was running as if possessed, and after a long sprint, she finally looked back, breathless.

To her shock, there was nothing behind her but leisurely moving travelers exiting the airport. Tania was gone! “Huh?”

Why had Tania yelled at her to run in the first place?

Susanna hadn’t even seen the two men Tania had spotted. Tania’s shout had triggered a primal sense of danger in her, and she’d bolted instinctively, like a racehorse out of the gate.

What now… she fumbled for her phone to call Tania, only to her rushing towards herself, with two men in black hats pursuing her closely.

Wait, it wasn’t just two, it was a whole crew of shady figures following! Were they all after her?

Susanna’s eyes widened in panic.

What on earth had her mom gotten them into?

Tania spotted Susanna standing frozen and barked, “RUN!!!”

Susanna was startled by the urgency in her voice, her legs moving before her brain could catch up, and off she went, zipping away.

Despite her short legs, Susanna had always ranked in the top five during school track meets. And today, with adrenaline pumping, she was faster than ever.

Bursting out of the airport, she saw a black SUV idling, its door slowly closing. Susanna didn’t think twice, dashed like a rabbit, and vaulted inside.

Hull, engrossed in a phone call, suddenly felt a rush of wind and a weight against his leg. The car door was sealed shut at the same moment.

Raising an eyebrow, Hull glanced down, seeing a small figure curled beneath him, breathing heavily.

Hull squinted slightly. “Miss.”

Susanna’s heart skipped a beat. She crouched on the floor, head tucked down, eyes closed, oblivious to the weight pressing on her back.

At the sound of the familiar yet distant voice, she trembled slightly. Slowly, she lifted her head and peeked through the gap between Hull’s long legs, meeting his gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Hull’s sharp expression softened with a playful glint.

“Ms. Tucker, what is this?”

Only then did Susanna realize how awkward her position was. She had scrambled into the vehicle in a blind panic and somehow ended up hiding under Hull’s legs.

Oh, dear God, how did she end up in this predicament? She hadn’t even planned on confronting him about that stolen kiss.

Forcing a dry, awkward smile, Susanna managed to greet him, “Hello, Mr. Hull.”

Outwardly she smiled, but inside, she was cringing hard.

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 311 to 320)

Chapter 311

So, when faced with Kenton’s cold demeanor, Vesta didn’t really mind.

After exchanging pleasantries with Kenton, Vesta politely greeted Darius and the others, “Hello, everyone.”

She addressed them collectively, which was the most appropriate approach.

After all, Darius and his colleagues hadn’t expressed any particular interest in meeting her. Greeting each of them individually might have been more of an intrusion than a courtesy.

Geoffrey and Darius were more focused on Charlene.

They, like Hickey, noticed Charlene’s evident dislike for Henley and Vesta.

Geoffrey had gathered quite a bit of intel on Charlene.

He recognized Vesta and Henley the moment they walked in.

When Vesta greeted them, Geoffrey simply nodded in acknowledgment and then turned to Kenton and Charlene, saying, “Let’s not just stand here. Let’s head inside.”

Kenton nodded in agreement.

The group turned and headed into the restaurant.

Abelard took a moment to advise Dalton, “Don’t drink too much wine.”

“I won’t,” Dalton replied.

Abelard nodded at Vesta and Henley before following Kenton and the others inside. Dalton didn’t follow.

Since Abelard hadn’t explicitly invited him, it was clear that the upcoming discussion was meant to be private.

But why was Charlene allowed in? Dalton frowned at the thought.

Still, he turned to Vesta and Henley, asking, “Mr. and Ms. Hawkins, are you here for a business meeting as well?”

Henley and Vesta nodded, “Yes, and you, Mr. Ramirez?”

“Indeed.”

Henley added, “I heard the Ramirez Group has a new project. We’re quite interested. Perhaps you could let us know when you’re available…”

The Ramirez Group did have a new project in the works, but it was still in the planning stages.

The Hawkins family business had stabilized, thanks in part to Thorne’s assistance and Henley’s efforts over the past few months.

If a suitable project arose, collaborating with the Hawkins family wouldn’t be out of the question.

Dalton nodded, considering, “We can arrange a time to discuss it in a few days.”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Dalton’s gaze lingered on Vesta.

He had thought about reaching out to her after seeing Thorne approach Charlene at the last conference, but he knew it wasn’t his place.

After all, they weren’t exactly close.

Besides, knowing how close Vesta and Thorne were, even if he told her, she might not believe him.

He’d heard about Thorne giving Vesta shares in Neural Nexus Tech.

Dalton wasn’t sure if Thorne had always planned to give her the shares or if it was a gesture to make up for something Vesta had discovered.

Dalton seemed to be contemplating something, perhaps wanting to say more.

But since Dalton didn’t speak up, Vesta chose to ignore it.

She was curious why Kenton and the others were there, but given Charlene’s presence, it probably wasn’t anything too confidential.

With that thought, she smiled and said, “Mr. Ramirez, our party has arrived, so we’ll head upstairs.”

Dalton replied, “My meeting is about to start as well. Let’s go up together.”

Vesta agreed, “Alright.”

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Across town, in the private dining room of a cozy bistro, the atmosphere was warm and inviting. Geoffrey, a well–regarded figure in the business world, leaned back in his chair, a friendly smile gracing his face. “We’ve come across many talented individuals, but Charlene, it’s quite rare to see someone as young as you achieving such remarkable success. Darius and I were eager to meet you and I hope our invitation hasn’t been too much trouble.”

Charlene, a young woman with a promising future, responded with a respectful nod. “Not at all, Mr. Geoffrey. It’s truly an honor to meet you.”

Darius chuckled, giving Geoffrey a playful nudge. “Alright, don’t go scaring the young lady now.”

Both Geoffrey and Darius had been impressed by Charlene’s potential. Her achievements had caught their attention, and they were keen to get to know her better. With Hickey and Abelard there as well, the conversation flowed easily, making for a pleasant evening.

After a leisurely dinner, they spent another hour exchanging ideas and stories. By the end of the night, Charlene had exchanged contact details with Geoffrey and Darius, marking the beginning of promising connections.

Meanwhile, Monday marked the start of the new school term at Starfall Academy for middle and elementary students. Nadine Ross, Charlene’s younger cousin, was starting her term as a boarding student. With her aunt tied up with family matters and her uncle Vernon Ross busy with work, Charlene took it upon herself to drop Nadine off at school on Sunday afternoon.

When Charlene arrived, she saw the Hawkins and the Spencers, along with three staff members handling a huge amount of luggage. It seemed that Jacques was also enrolling at Starfall Academy.

Getting a transfer to Starfall Academy wasn’t easy without the right connections, and it was clear that Thorne had pulled some strings. The entire Hawkins family had turned up to see Jacques off, a testament to how much they cherished him.

Jacques, with his carefree demeanor and sunny disposition, was clearly a product of a loving and indulgent upbringing. Watching Katie Hawkins doting on him, Charlene couldn’t help but recall the time Katie had assured her she would always be her favorite granddaughter. The memory, though distant, still felt ironic to Charlene.

Just then, the Hawkins and Spencer families noticed Charlene. Their smiles dampened slightly upon seeing her.

As they stood there, a passerby gaped at the Hawkins family’s luggage. “Wow, that suitcase there costs over thirty grand! I guess there really are people who buy them. Must be nice to be rich,” the onlooker remarked. Realizing they were overheard, they quickly apologized and scurried off with their friends.

Charlene had already taken note of the lavishness. The luggage wasn’t merely expensive–it was extravagant.

Each bag and suitcase, made of the finest leather, was worth thousands. Jacques‘ luggage alone was worth a small fortune, and Maureen’s handbag was a six-figure limited edition.

Katie and Leah glanced over at Charlene. Noticing Nadine’s modest luggage, which was only half of what Jacques had, and seeing her bags were simple and inexpensive, Katie’s gaze turned indifferent, while Leah let out a dismissive snicker.

In the eyes of the Hawkins and Spencer families, the Ross family’s business, although recovering, was still struggling to turn a profit. Moreover, there were rumors that Charlene’s connection with Stewart wasn’t as solid as it seemed. To them, the Ross family was no longer in the same league.

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Moreover, they had Thorne on their side.

Given how much Thorne valued their Vesta, it was only a matter of time before they’d walk down the aisle. When that day came, the Hawkins family and the Spencer family would certainly rise a notch in the social ladder.

At that point, the Ross family wouldn’t even come close to matching them.

Thinking of this, Rhoda chuckled to herself, casting a dismissive glance towards Charlene, before joining the others to walk Jacques over to the boys’ dormitory.

After helping Nadine settle in and leaving the school, Charlene headed back to her own place.

She had barely stepped inside when there was a knock at the door.

It was Mrs. Parker and her daughter Sally.

They had just returned from their hometown and came by to bring Charlene some homemade treats.

Charlene accepted them with a smile, “Thank you.”

Sally, ever the polite one, added, “You’re welcome!”

She then dug into her pocket and pulled out a small trinket. “I saved this to give to Minnie at school tomorrow!”

Sally had grown quite fond of Jasmine. Ever since Jasmine called her on New Year’s, their friendship had really blossomed.

As she chattered on, sharing her excitement about the first day of school, Charlene listened. But her mind drifted to the fact that Jasmine hadn’t called her recently.

Tomorrow was the start of the school year, and since Jasmine hadn’t asked her for a ride, it was clear she had other arrangements.

Of course, with Thorne around, Charlene figured Vesta would likely join him in taking Jasmine to school.

Charlene chuckled softly, chatted a bit more with Sally and Mrs. Parker, and then took the homemade goodies to the living room.

The team wasn’t fully assembled yet, so the next day at the office, Charlene continued interviewing tech candidates.

During lunch, Mrs. Parker sent her several photos of Jasmine participating in school activities.

One of them had both Vesta and Thorne in the frame.

So, Jasmine had indeed skipped asking her for a ride because Vesta would be there with Thorne.

As Charlene was about to close the photos, she noticed they disappeared. It seemed Mrs. Parker had accidentally sent that one and quickly retracted it.

Charlene hadn’t shared much about her marriage to Thorne with Mrs. Parker.

Many times, after a divorce, the parent with custody tends to limit the other parent’s contact with the child.

Mrs. Parker likely assumed this was the case between Charlene and Thorne. She thought Charlene rarely got to see Jasmine and would appreciate the photos, so she sent them along.

Explaining personal matters can be quite cumbersome.

Out of courtesy, Charlene replied, “Thanks.”

On Wednesday, Charlene and Stewart had some business near the Henderson Mansion.

As they finished up and got back into the car, they saw another vehicle emerge from a side road.

That road led only to the Henderson Mansion.

Charlene recognized it as Thorne’s usual ride.

Just as she was about to look away, Thorne’s car pulled over, and both he and Vesta stepped out.

Charlene paused for a moment.

They were coming from the Henderson Mansion.

Was Thorne introducing Vesta to Irma at the family estate?

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Stewart followed Charlene’s gaze and spotted Thorne and Vesta as well.

The Fergusons and the Hendersons were more like casual acquaintances, so Stewart had never actually been to the Henderson Estate and wasn’t even aware it was in this area.

Seeing Thorne and Vesta, he raised an eyebrow. “What are they doing here?”

Charlene pulled her eyes away and said, “That’s the only way into the Henderson Estate.”

Stewart paused for a moment, then the realization hit him. “So, Thorne’s taking Vesta to meet the Henderson family already?”

Before Charlene could respond, Stewart let out a slight chuckle of disbelief. “Your divorce isn’t even finalized, is it? And he’s already bringing her to the old family home? That’s pretty quick, don’t you think?”

Thorne appeared to be in a hurry, but she knew he had been trying to introduce Vesta to the Hendersons for quite some time.

Irma had been against it, compounded by the old Mr. Henderson’s illness, which had led to Thorne reluctantly backing down.

Now that they were gearing up for a divorce, and with a chance presenting itself, Thorne was not going to let it slip by.

Stewart looked at her again and asked, “By the way, when are you two finally going to get those divorce papers signed?”

Charlene replied, “I’m not sure. Last time I asked Thorne, he said it would be soon.”

But it had been quite a while since she last asked, and there was still no word from Thorne.

Stewart scoffed, “I don’t know what he’s playing at. He’s the one eager to get divorced and marry Vesta, yet he’s dragging his feet on the paperwork. Next time you see him, remind him to hurry up and get it done, so you don’t have to deal with this anymore.”

Charlene listened and chuckled softly. “Will do.”

Shortly after returning to the office, Charlene’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, she paused for a moment before quickly answering, “Kendal.”

Kendal Underwood was an old family friend of both Neal Henderson and her grandfather. Since moving to Starfall, her grandfather often took her along whenever he met Kendal.

In many ways, she had grown up under Kendal’s watchful eye.

Kendal hadn’t been in the best health and had traveled abroad for treatment a few years ago, and hadn’t returned since.

On the other end, Kendal chuckled, saying, “I’m back in town, Charlene. How about joining me for dinner this weekend?”

Charlene immediately agreed, “Sure thing!”

Kendal laughed again and added, “Oh, and bring Thorne along.”

Charlene’s smile faltered slightly. Before she could respond, Kendal had to end the call due to some visitors.

Holding her phone, Charlene hesitated for a moment before sending Thorne a message.

[Kendal wants us to visit this weekend.]

After sending the text, she set her phone aside and returned to work.

The next morning, shortly after arriving at the office, her phone buzzed.

It was Thorne.

[Okay.]

She’d sent him the message yesterday afternoon, and he was only now replying.

Just as Charlene was about to put her phone down, another message from Thorne came through.

[Saturday or Sunday? Morning or afternoon? No specific time?]

Charlene hadn’t even had a chance to reply before a third message arrived.

[Can you call Kendal and ask?]

Charlene didn’t respond, but she did make a call to Kendal, confirm the time, and send the details to Thorne.

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Thorne was quick to reply this time, “All right, got it.”

Saturday morning, Charlene headed towards The Underwood Mansion.

Most of the Underwood family was overseas, so when Charlene arrived, apart from a few staff members, the grand old house was occupied only by Kendal.

Upon learning that Charlene had arrived, Kendal personally came out to greet her at the door. “Charlene, you’ve made it!”

“Yes,” Charlene smiled, relieved to see he was in good spirits, though she couldn’t help but remark, “You’ve lost quite a bit of weight.”

Kendal chuckled, “Indeed, but my spirits are high, so don’t worry.”

Charlene and Kendal went inside.

Kendal offered her some coffee, noticing she had come alone. He didn’t mention Thorne, which told Charlene he was aware of her impending divorce.

Not only did Kendal refrain from asking about Thorne,

but he also didn’t mention Jasmine. It was clear that he knew about the custody situation as well.

Since he didn’t bring it up, Charlene didn’t either.

They chatted over coffee for about twenty minutes when one of the Underwood staff approached Kendal to announce the arrival of guests.

Kendal remained silent, clearly not planning to greet them himself.

He invited Charlene to try some scones, and she nodded, taking a couple of bites.

Just then, the voice of the butler came through the side door, “Mr. Henderson, please come in.”

Kendal glanced over, and his expression darkened immediately upon seeing the newcomers.

Charlene paused, and the sound of approaching high heels confirmed her suspicions.

Turning slightly, she saw Thorne and Vesta entering the room.

Both Thorne and Vesta noticed her.

Thorne glanced at her briefly before shifting his gaze, greeting Kendal with a simple, “Kendal.”

Kendal gave a dismissive grunt, not bothering to speak. Thorne went on to introduce Vesta, “Kendal, this is Vesta.”

Vesta acted as if Charlene wasn’t even there.

After Thorne’s introduction, she smiled politely and greeted, “Hello, Kendal.”

Since Kendal was aware that Thorne was planning to divorce Charlene, he also knew about Thorne and Vesta’s relationship.

What he hadn’t expected was for Thorne to bring Vesta here so brazenly.

Kendal sneered, “I don’t have a granddaughter like you, so don’t call me that.”

“Kendal,” Thorne said, clearly displeased with Kendal’s attitude towards Vesta.

Kendal remained silent, his face stern.

Thorne, who was familiar with The Underwood Mansion, seemed unfazed by Kendal’s frosty reception. He and Vesta took seats on the opposite side of the room.

Thorne had just introduced Vesta to the family home a couple of days ago.

Now, so soon, he couldn’t resist bringing her to meet Kendal.

With the divorce looming, was he that eager to introduce Vesta to those he valued?

Charlene thought this and returned her attention to her coffee, sipping quietly.

Thorne behaved as if he were at home, and when Kendal ignored him and Vesta, he poured them both a cup of coffee.

Kendal, his expression frosty, swatted his hand away, “Don’t touch my brew!”

Thorne laughed, “Then how about I make my own?”

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Kendal was genuinely upset. Ignoring Thorne, he turned to Charlene with a determined look. “Let’s go, Charlene. How about we grab some dinner?”

Charlene set down her coffee mug, smiled, and stood up. “Sure.”

Without sparing Thorne another glance, Kendal and Charlene headed out the door together.

Thorne remained seated on the couch, sipping his coffee with an air of nonchalance. He neither followed them nor tried to stop them from leaving.

Vesta watched as Charlene and Kendal walked away, uncertainty in her eyes. “What just happened…?”

Thorne calmly reassured her, “Don’t worry about it, give it some time.”

In other words, he believed that with time, Kendal would come to terms with everything and eventually accept her.

Charlene and Thorne’s marriage had been a rocky road, something Kendal had witnessed first-hand over the past few years.

From the very beginning, Thorne had never been particularly fond of Charlene.

And now, he had someone else he was interested in.

Thorne got along well with people like Irma and Kendal, among other older family members.

But he had always been the type who couldn’t be swayed by anyone, regardless of their age or position.

So, even if Irma or Kendal disapproved of Thorne’s relationship with Vesta, they couldn’t really change his mind, nor persuade him otherwise.

Kendal, despite his anger, could only keep it bottled up. As he thought about it, Kendal gave Charlene’s hand a comforting pat. “The last few years have been hard, haven’t they?”

Charlene understood that he was expressing his concern for her. With a soft smile, she reassured him, “I’ve moved on, Kendal. I have a new life now, and I’m doing well. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Kendal returned her smile, relieved. “That’s good to hear.” After dinner, Charlene dropped Kendal back at The Underwood Mansion, only to find that Thorne and Vesta had already left.

Perhaps Thorne and Vesta had left the mansion without informing Jasmine, as Charlene received a call from Jasmine shortly after.

Not feeling up to it, Charlene let the call go to voicemail.

Later that evening, when Charlene went to the Ross family home for dinner, she noticed an invitation card on the coffee table.

Opening it, she discovered it was an invitation to Irma’s seventy-fifth birthday celebration.

There was still some time before Irma’s birthday, actually.

Previously, a fortune teller had warned that Irma shouldn’t throw big birthday parties over the past decade, or she might face dire consequences.

Irma, being somewhat superstitious, had taken this to heart, keeping her birthdays low-key with just immediate family for the last ten years.

Now that the decade had passed, Lloyd Henderson and Thorne had already talked about organizing a grand celebration for Irma this year.

That’s likely why, even with some time left before the big day, they were already sending out invitations and finalizing the details.

Helena Ross stepped out of her room, noticing the invitation in Charlene’s hand. “They just had it delivered.” Charlene nodded.

Helena continued, “It’s her first big party in ten years. Normally, we should attend, but…”

But given the situation between Charlene and Thorne, attending would be awkward.

Charlene shared Helena’s sentiments.

Besides, since Thorne had already introduced Vesta to the family, there was a good chance he’d bring her to the birthday celebration as well.

For now, they decided to set the matter aside.

After having dinner with the Ross family, Charlene returned to her own place.

Monday morning came, and Charlene was back at PrimeStar for work.

When you’re busy with work, time tends to fly, and before she knew it, it was already Thursday.

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It was a typical afternoon when Charlene was deep in the middle of a meeting. Just as she was about to make an important point, her phone buzzed. It was Jasmine calling again.

Without a second thought, Charlene hit the decline button.

Not a minute passed before Jasmine’s name flashed on the screen again. Charlene frowned, her attention momentarily wavering, but she ignored the call once more.

This time, Jasmine didn’t call back.

Charlene refocused on the meeting. Several minutes later, her phone buzzed yet again.

This time, it was Thorne.

Charlene pressed her lips together, feeling her patience thinning, and promptly turned her phone off.

An hour later, the meeting finally wrapped up. Charlene powered her phone back on, only to be greeted with a message from Thorne.

“Minnie fell down the stairs at school and is in the hospital.”

Charlene was momentarily paralyzed, her mind going blank. Panic surged through her as she grabbed her bag and bolted from the office, heading straight to the hospital.

Once she arrived, she immediately called Thorne to find out where exactly in the hospital they were. Thorne answered promptly and gave her the room number.

Charlene hurried to the VIP ward and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Thorne was seated next to a hospital bed where Jasmine lay. Her face was pale, and her head was bandaged. Despite appearing weary, she managed a weak smile upon seeing Charlene and murmured, “Mom…”

Charlene rushed to her side, her heart in her throat. “What did the doctors say?”

Thorne answered, “They said it’s a concussion, not too severe.”

Charlene exhaled a sigh of relief. “That’s a relief.”

Then Thorne asked, “Did you eat anything?”

Charlene realized it was already past seven, and she hadn’t had dinner. She shook her head.

Without a word, Thorne picked up his phone and ordered some takeout.

Jasmine hadn’t seen Charlene in over two weeks and seemed listless. She clung to Charlene, silent and tired.

Charlene held her gently, whispering, “How about you try to get some sleep?”

Jasmine nodded, “Okay…”

She gripped Charlene’s hand tightly, shutting her eyes. Though her brow was furrowed, she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Soon after, the meal Thorne ordered arrived.

“Go ahead and eat,” Thorne suggested.

Charlene shook her head. “I’ll order something myself.”

Thorne glanced at her but didn’t argue. Charlene picked up her phone and placed her own order.

As Jasmine slept, Charlene sat quietly beside her.

Thorne left the room to take a call and returned sometime later, settling into the chair across from her.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but Charlene kept her eyes glued to her phone, clearly showing no interest in talking.

Thorne noticed and chuckled softly, choosing to remain silent.

The room was steeped in quiet, both of them absorbed in their own thoughts.

As the night deepened, Jasmine remained asleep. Thorne looked over at Charlene and offered, “I’ll stay tonight. You should go home and rest.”

Charlene glanced at Jasmine, neither agreeing nor leaving.

Thorne sighed, “I get that you’re upset, but maybe try picking up Minnie’s calls more often. You never know when it might be something serious.”

His words hit Charlene like a splash of cold water. Did he know she often ignored Jasmine’s calls?

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Charlene was just about to speak when Thorne’s phone buzzed again.

“Probably Vesta,” Thorne muttered, stepping out to take the call. His voice softened, “It’s not too serious, don’t worry too much…”

When Thorne came back after finishing his call, Jasmine was just waking up. She blinked sleepily at them and mumbled, “Daddy, Mommy.”

Charlene and Thorne replied in unison, “Yes, sweetheart.” Jasmine, still feeling dizzy, looked from Thorne to Charlene. Barely awake for a moment, she furrowed her little brows and drifted back to sleep.

Thorne and Charlene chose to sit quietly, not wanting to disturb Jasmine. Once she was soundly asleep, Thorne turned to Charlene and asked, “Are you going to stay?”

Charlene didn’t respond verbally, but her stillness was answered enough.

Thorne didn’t press further. He simply settled onto the sofa across the room.

Charlene, sitting by the bed, leaned back and soon found herself dozing off.

When she awoke, daylight was streaming through the windows. She realized she was now lying on Jasmine’s hospital bed.

Charlene blinked, confused. Last night she had been-

She glanced over at the sofa. Thorne was there, dozing with his hand propping up his head.

Feeling her stare, or maybe just by coincidence, Thorne opened his eyes and their gazes met. Charlene quickly looked away, deciding not to ask if he had moved her to the bed.

Thorne didn’t mention it either. He unfolded his legs and stood, “Are you heading home for breakfast, or eating here?”

Charlene didn’t answer, her plans were her own concern.

Seeing her silence, Thorne didn’t push. He simply nodded and let it be.

A little while later, Jasmine awoke. The doctor came in to check on her just as the housekeeper and Latonia arrived, carrying breakfast boxes.

“Morning, ma’am,” they greeted Charlene as they entered. Charlene frowned slightly at the title but didn’t comment. The housekeeper and Latonia arranged breakfast on the coffee table. Thorne had instructed them to bring an extra portion for Charlene.

“Ma’am, would you like to have some breakfast?” the housekeeper offered.

Charlene shook her head, turning to Jasmine, “Mommy’s going home to shower, I’ll be back later to see you, okay?”

“Okay,” Jasmine replied weakly, “But hurry back, Mommy…”

“Of course.”

Charlene picked up her bag, gave Jasmine one last look, and left.

Back at home, she showered and had breakfast before returning to the hospital. On her way, she called Stewart to update him about Jasmine, “I’ll check on things here, might return to the office this afternoon.”

After all, Jasmine was her daughter, and Charlene needed to be there for her.

“Alright,” Stewart agreed.

At the hospital, Charlene found Granger and Moran in the room when she arrived.

Moran glanced at her, lips pursed, without speaking. Granger looked like he wanted to say something, but with Thorne there, he held back, casting a sidelong glance at him.

Thorne, noticing Charlene’s arrival, spoke first, “You’re here.”

Jasmine called out to Charlene too, “Mommy…”

Charlene nodded, “Yes, sweetie.”

Granger and Moran, with work awaiting them, didn’t linger. After greeting Jasmine and exchanging a glance with Charlene, they took their leave.

Jasmine’s condition wasn’t severe, so one person could easily stay with her.

Charlene thought Thorne would leave with Granger and Moran, but he stayed, managing his work from the hospital room while being there for Jasmine.

Seeing this, Charlene said nothing.

That afternoon, as Jasmine napped, Charlene closed her eyes for a brief rest herself. When she awoke, she saw the housekeeper in the room.

She overheard Thorne, still tapping at his laptop, instruct the housekeeper, “Since she’s awake, take the tonic to her.”

The housekeeper approached Charlene with a smile, holding a small bowl. “Ma’am, Mr. Thorne had some tonic prepared for you. Would you like some?”

Charlene, still groggy, took a moment to process. When she did, she frowned slightly and glanced at Thorne.

The housekeeper and Latonia were used to calling her ‘ma’am,’ but Thorne? What was he playing at?

Just then, Jasmine woke up, and Charlene let the matter drop.

By the next morning, Jasmine had noticeably improved and wasn’t feeling dizzy anymore. After a quick check-up where the doctor confirmed she was fine, Thorne arranged for her to be discharged.

Though Jasmine needed a few days of rest at home, she clung to Charlene’s hand. “Mommy, do you have to go to work? Can’t you stay with me at home?”

Charlene replied, “Maybe next time.”

With Jasmine recovering, Charlene felt her duty was fulfilled. As for Thorne’s place, she had no intention of returning there.

“Okay,” Jasmine sighed.

Thorne, standing by, finally spoke, “Alright, Minnie, say goodbye to Mommy.”

Jasmine waved, “Goodbye, Mommy.”

“Goodbye,” Charlene said, getting into her car and driving away from the hospital.

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The Tech Symposium, co-hosted by the Starfall Science Association and other organizations, had kicked off two days ago and was now in full swing. This event would stretch over a month, featuring nearly two hundred sessions, drawing in academicians and industry experts from all over.

PrimeStar had received an invite, and it was perfect timing for Charlene and Stewart, who were both keen on the “Advanced Materials” segment scheduled for the afternoon. Charlene, fresh from a stint at the hospital, joined Stewart and a few PrimeStar techies as they headed to the symposium venue.

Stewart, representing PrimeStar, had a reserved seat right at the front. Charlene, however, was seated further back with some of the company’s staff, as arranged by the organizers.

Arriving early, Charlene soon spotted Thorne, Vesta, and Moran. They noticed her too. Vesta and Moran seemed unfazed by her presence; Moran assumed she was just there for the experience, while Vesta barely gave her a glance before looking away. Thorne, after a brief glance at Charlene, settled into a front-row seat.

Stewart saw him but just pursed his lips, pretending not to notice. Thorne, always friendly, greeted him cheerfully with, “Mr. Ferguson.”

Stewart thought to himself, “We’re not close, but he just can’t seem to take a hint, can he?”

The symposium kicked off fifteen minutes later. An esteemed engineer took the stage, delving into the realm of advanced materials, and engaging in a lively exchange with the audience.

Kenton was a name that carried weight. Charlene and Stewart had delved deep into the world of advanced materials, having researched and handled a myriad of them. The materials mentioned on stage were ones they knew inside out, from properties to raw materials and production conditions. They were well-versed and had insights into sophisticated technologies that others might not.

However, the vastness of the world meant there was always more to learn. They listened intently, knowing that diverse perspectives could spark new ideas.

Vesta too was all ears. The rapid pace of technological advancement meant there was much she hadn’t encountered before. As she noted key points for future study, she realized how much there still was to learn.

Thorne appeared contemplative, yet attentive.

After Hamilton, the distinguished engineer, finished his speech, many in the audience eagerly approached him with questions. Hamilton responded patiently.

Stewart left his seat to join Charlene, exchanging ideas. The hall, brimming with over two hundred people, saw many unfamiliar with Charlene and Stewart gravitate toward their conversation, intrigued by the depth of their discussion.

As the crowd around them grew, someone recognized Stewart. “That’s Stewart, Kenton’s student! No wonder he knows so much!”

This recognition drew even more people, eager to pick their brains. As questions poured in, Stewart graciously answered, sharing his knowledge on non-confidential topics. But overwhelmed by the sheer volume, he pointed to Charlene, “Feel free to ask Charlene too. She’s got quite the breadth of knowledge.”

Soon enough, people were approaching Charlene with questions, and in no time, they were surrounded by an even larger crowd.

Thorne, recognizing Hamilton, approached him with Vesta. Vesta seized the opportunity to ask Hamilton a few questions, to which he responded with a smile, “Ms. Hawkins, you’re remarkably well-versed for someone so young. Thorne, you’ve got a great eye.”

“Ah, but you should know, Vesta graduated with a PhD from one of the world’s top universities. Excellence is a given,” chimed in Professor Zimmerman.

Vesta had attended a few sessions in the past couple of days, and her impressive background didn’t go unnoticed. Professor Hancock had even introduced her to several key figures, including Professor Zimmerman. With a smile, Professor Zimmerman continued, “I didn’t know you’re Mr. Henderson’s girlfriend, Vesta. We talked quite a bit yesterday, and you never mentioned it. So humble at such a young age, truly commendable.”

Vesta responded with a modest smile, “Thank you, sir.” Their small group continued exchanging ideas for a while. Nearby, someone complimented, “Stewart, being Kenton’s student, has such a vast knowledge base. Nothing seems to stump him!”

“Absolutely! And who would’ve thought that the lovely Ms. Ross beside him would be just as brilliant? Listening to them feels almost like deciphering a foreign language!”

Hearing this, Vesta’s brow furrowed slightly.

Hamilton, intrigued by the conversation, decided to investigate. Familiar with Stewart, he turned to Thorne and Professor Zimmerman, “I’ll join them for a bit.”

Professor Zimmerman, equally curious, nodded, while Vesta hesitated but decided to tag along.

She glanced at Thorne, suggesting, “Shall we check it out?”

Thorne grinned, “Sure thing.”

Though Moran wasn’t particularly interested, he followed suit.

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A crowd had gathered around Charlene and Stewart.

When Dr. Hamilton and Professor Zimmerman approached, the people nearby were about to greet them, but Dr. Hamilton smiled and gestured for them to remain silent.

Dr. Hamilton and the others joined the edge of the group, listening as Stewart and Charlene answered questions from the others.

The networking event was teeming with graduates from prestigious universities, and filled with plenty of capable and knowledgeable people.

Charlene and Stewart, while responding to questions, occasionally found a few people who could engage in more in-depth discussions with them.

Their back-and-forth dialogue was captivating to those with a broad knowledge base. However, for those less versed in topics like material manufacturing, it might as well have been Greek.

Professor Zimmerman and Dr. Hamilton were clearly the former.

Vesta was mostly able to follow along too.

In fact, after chatting for a while, Charlene and Stewart had already picked up on the knowledge gap between them and the others.

When discussing topics, they instinctively started to simplify their explanations.

Professor Zimmerman and Dr. Hamilton were enjoying every moment of it.

Just as they intended to continue listening, someone in the crowd noticed Dr. Hamilton and Professor Zimmerman, exclaiming, “Oh my, it’s Dr. Hamilton and Professor Zimmerman!”

Charlene and Stewart paused, following the gaze of the crowd. Sure enough, they spotted Dr. Hamilton and Professor Zimmerman, along with Thorne, Vesta, and Moran.

Charlene and Stewart instinctively overlooked Thorne and Vesta.

Since Dr. Hamilton was there, Stewart had no choice but to stop and, alongside Charlene, go over to greet them. “Dr. Hamilton, Professor Zimmerman.”

Dr. Hamilton chuckled and clapped his hands as he looked at them, saying, “You two are truly Mr. Wagner’s students, impressive indeed.”

Stewart grinned but before he could say anything, Dr. Hamilton continued with a smile, “I’m not surprised by your excellence, Stewart, but this young lady by your side matching your prowess is what really impresses me.”

He laughed, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Stewart hesitated for a moment before saying, “This is Charlene, one of our technicians at PrimeStar.”

“Ah, a technician from PrimeStar,” Dr. Hamilton replied. “Your company certainly has another bright young talent alongside you, no wonder PrimeStar is thriving.”

Stewart replied, “You’re too kind.”

Professor Zimmerman also stepped forward to greet them.

Hearing Charlene converse so fluently with others, Vesta was indeed surprised. It seemed Charlene wasn’t as clueless as she thought. Stewart was Mr. Kenton’s student and given his prowess, it made sense that Charlene would learn well by his side.

However, materials were just one piece of the puzzle.

Given that Charlene graduated from college at 18, her learning capabilities were certainly evident.

If she stays focused, with her learning ability, she can definitely pick up a thing or two from Stewart.

Years ago, Vesta had heard about Charlene skipping grades in high school and getting into a top-tier university. She thought Charlene was exceptionally talented.

However, over the next few years, she observed that Charlene’s college performance was somewhat mediocre compared to her impressive entrance scores.

Charlene hadn’t participated in many international competitions. In contrast, even if Vesta’s entrance scores weren’t as dazzling, during her college years, she had won several awards, which secured her a spot in a top-tier graduate school, and she smoothly progressed to a Ph.D.

Thinking of this and seeing Dr. Hamilton praise Charlene, Vesta smiled but said nothing.

She glanced over at Thorne.

Thorne had a neutral expression, looking elsewhere, seemingly unfazed by the compliments Charlene was receiving from Dr. Hamilton and others. Like Vesta, he didn’t seem to think Charlene was all that extraordinary.

With that thought, Vesta smiled.

To Moran, all this talk about advanced materials and Al was like listening to a foreign language.

Hearing Charlene engage so smoothly and Dr. Hamilton praising her, Moran was a bit bewildered.

He turned to Thorne and Vesta, “Is she really that amazing?”

Before Thorne could reply, Vesta smiled at him, “What do you think?”

Moran was at a loss. How would he know? If he did, he wouldn’t have asked them.

However, judging by Vesta and Thorne’s reactions, it seemed… Charlene might not be as impressive as he thought?

Noticing that Dr. Hamilton seemed to be engrossed in his conversation with Charlene and Stewart, Vesta suggested, “Thorne, don’t you have something to attend to? Maybe we should head out?”

Thorne agreed, “Alright.”

With that, he took a couple of steps forward and said to Dr. Hamilton, “Dr. Hamilton, we have to run some errands, so we’ll be taking our leave.”

Dr. Hamilton nodded, “Alright.” He smiled and nodded at Vesta as well.

Thorne gave Charlene a cursory glance before he, Vesta, and Moran turned to leave.

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 301 to 310)

Chapter 301

As they were halfway through their meal, Moran suddenly remembered something and turned to Vesta. “Hey, by the way, PrimeStar Technologies is expanding its team. Are you thinking about giving it another shot?”

Vesta had been abroad recently, but she was already aware of PrimeStar’s recruitment drive. Truth be told, she was quite tempted. After all, PrimeStar was renowned for its cutting–edge technology, and joining them would be a great boost for her career. But…

Moran, noticing her hesitation, chuckled and said, “I bumped into a friend yesterday who mentioned that Stewart Ferguson isn’t just hiring tech people; he’s also on the lookout for management staff. From what I gather, Stewart hasn’t reserved any management spots for her.”

The “her” in question was, of course, Charlene Ross.

With PrimeStar expanding and restructuring, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for Charlene to secure a position. Yet, Stewart hadn’t allocated any management roles to her, suggesting he was either staying clear–headed or that their relationship might be hitting a rough patch.

Either way, if Charlene wasn’t going to have a position at PrimeStar soon, her influence there would definitely diminish. So, if Vesta was considering joining PrimeStar, now would indeed be a golden opportunity.

Vesta knew all too well about Stewart’s fondness for Charlene. At the holiday party last year, he even ignored her to focus on Charlene. It was surprising to hear they might be drifting apart. But then again, maybe it wasn’t all that unexpected. Vesta had always suspected that Charlene couldn’t keep Stewart captivated for long and that this day would come.

She smiled subtly, saying, “Got it. I’ll find some time later to send in my resume.”

Moran grinned, throwing a playful glance at Thorne, who had been quietly eating. “You know, Thorne set up a special project at Neural Nexus Tech just for you, and now you’re thinking of jumping ship…”

Thorne, helping himself to more mashed potatoes, responded, “It’s no big deal.”

Vesta knew he’d say that. Thorne had always been her staunch supporter, never putting her in a difficult position. The thought warmed her heart.

Since New Year’s Eve, Granger Harden had been swamped with work, leaving little time to catch up with Charlene. Hearing Moran and Vesta’s conversation, he remained silent.

Since both Charlene and Stewart were students of the renowned Kenton Wagner, and given that Charlene had led CUAP and PrimeStar’s latest initiatives, her standing at PrimeStar was clearly secure.

Her influence was unshakeable, regardless of any formal title. If Charlene wasn’t vying for a position openly, she might have other plans in mind…

Since the end of the month is near, Charlene has decided to devote more of her time to research. She and Stewart had mutually agreed to leave PrimeStar’s management to those best suited for it. After the holidays, Stewart had been scouting for suitable candidates, and they were close to making a decision. However, with the expansion, there was still plenty to do.

Charlene had sent her latest research findings to Kenton three days ago and was now eagerly waiting for his feedback. Just as she was pondering this, a message from Kenton popped up on her phone.

“Swing by tonight.”

Chapter 302

After work, Charlene and Stewart arrived at Kenton’s villa just as Kenton was frowning into his phone, deep in conversation.

Seeing them, he ended the call, sat down, and said, “I’ve gone through your latest research. There are a few folks interested in meeting you. I’ll introduce you when the opportunity arises.”

Charlene nodded obediently. “Okay.”

Her research had been earmarked for a national project. Kenton continued discussing the related matters with her.

Later, Charlene and Stewart sought Kenton’s advice on a few issues. It wasn’t until late into the night that they finally left.

The next morning at the office, Charlene was going through resumes that the company’s HR had pre–screened for the tech department.

She paused suddenly as she scanned through them.

Stewart, who was nearby, noticed her change in expression and asked, “What’s up?”

“Vesta’s resume,” Charlene replied.

Stewart raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “She actually applied again? Talk about persistence.”

Charlene said nothing and promptly passed on Vesta’s resume.

That afternoon, Stewart was due to travel out of state for a business trip. He mentioned, “The roundtable in two days is all yours.”

Charlene assured him, “No problem.”

The roundtable Stewart referred to was a government–business discussion organized by the city council.

Only about thirty companies received an invitation to this event. Charlene, representing PrimeStar, arrived at the venue and encountered a familiar face as she stepped out of the car.

She paused briefly, then refocused and walked up the steps into the hall.

Dalton watched Charlene’s retreating figure, about to follow when someone called his name, “Mr. Ramirez.”

Dalton turned to see who it was. “Mr. Henderson.”

Thorne greeted him. “It’s been a while.”

Dalton agreed, “Indeed.”

They exchanged pleasantries as they made their way upstairs to the conference room.

Inside, each seat had a nameplate representing a company.

Charlene was already seated at hers when they entered.

Both Thorne and Dalton noticed her presence.

As Dalton observed her, he also realized Thorne’s company nameplate was right next to Charlene’s.

Thorne appeared unfazed.

The conference table was long and rectangular, with Dalton seated directly across from Charlene and Thorne.

Dalton smiled at him and nodded, then turned to take his seat next to Charlene.

Charlene was absorbed in her phone and made no move to greet him.

Thorne leaned slightly towards her, saying, “You seem to have lost weight. Busy these days?”

Charlene knew he was speaking to her but didn’t respond, eyes fixed on the documents in her hands.

Just then, someone came up to greet Thorne, who stood up to make small talk.

Soon, the room filled, and Hickey Watson, along with other officials, entered the conference room.

Seeing Charlene and Thorne, Hickey paused.

Like Abelard Ramirez, he hadn’t known who Charlene’s husband was until Abelard mentioned it after a recent lunch meeting–Charlene was married to Thorne.

Now, witnessing their distant demeanor, seemingly more unfamiliar than married, Hickey looked away.

The roundtable officially began.

Charlene and Thorne kept to themselves, only speaking when it was their turn to address the meeting.

Chapter 303

After the meeting ended, Charlene picked up her things and headed out of the room. Thorne watched her go, following a few steps behind.

The Ramirez and Watson families shared a close bond, much like Dalton and Hickey, who were quite familiar with each other. As they exited the conference room, Dalton greeted Hickey with a friendly nod.

Charlene, ignoring Dalton, approached Hickey with a polite, “Mr. Watson.”

Hickey chuckled warmly and said, “No need to be so formal all the time. Just call me Hickey”

Charlene nodded, adapting easily, “Hickey.”

Dalton paused, slightly taken aback. If he recalled correctly, the Campbell Watson art exhibit was the first time Charlene and Hickey had met. Even though Hickey had been quite courteous to Charlene, thanks to Stewart’s influence, they didn’t seem particularly close.

Yet now, Hickey not only recognized Charlene immediately but also treated her with the kind of warmth reserved for old family friends. Charlene’s demeanor, though respectful, carried a touch of familiarity, almost as if-

At that moment, Thorne joined them, greeting Hickey with a simple, “Hickey.”

Hickey’s smile faded slightly upon seeing Thorne. The Watsons and the Hendersons weren’t particularly close, and his professional encounters with Thorne had been limited. Hickey had always thought Thorne was incredibly talented and noted his polite manner. Thorne’s personal life, however, had never caught his interest.

However, at his father’s art show last year, he distinctly remembered Thorne having a girlfriend–a well–known fact, at that. The news of Charlene marrying Thorne, and them having children who were already five or six, was as surprising as it was unexpected.

Considering the indifferent and distant interaction between Thorne and Charlene at the previous year’s art exhibit, it was plausible they had already divorced by then.

The group headed to their lunch venue. As they settled into their seats, Thorne took his place beside Charlene Dalton observed this with a furrowed brow. During the meeting, he had noticed Thorne initiating conversation with Charlene. Although he couldn’t hear their exchange, Thorne’s demeanor was unusually gentle, especially considering Charlene’s known opposition to Vesta. And now, here was Thorne, purposefully sitting next to Charlene…

Dalton’s frown deepened with each passing moment.

As the others chatted about various things, Charlene quietly concentrated on her meal, occasionally tuning into the conversation.

Thorne, seated beside her, was engaged in conversation with others, not particularly directing any remarks to her.

It wasn’t until the meal was nearly over that Thorne spoke to her, “Minnie starts school soon. Are you planning to take her on her first day?”

Charlene, without lifting her gaze, replied coolly, “I’m busy, won’t have time.”

Thorne merely smiled, “Alright, got it.” With that, he turned back to his conversation with the others.

Dalton, who had been watching them closely, realized perhaps he was reading too much into it. Thorne’s interaction with Charlene seemed open and straightforward, likely just a courtesy given their business ties between Neural Nexus Tech and PrimeStar.

As the meal wound down, Dalton shifted his focus. Then, upon seeing Hickey, he recalled something and quickly texted York, “Did your father know Charlene before your grandfather’s art exhibit?”

York, whose work often kept him from responding quickly, happened to be on a break and replied almost immediately, “Nope, why do you ask?”

Chapter 304

Dalton told York about what happened today.

York responded, “You know, my dad and grandpa have always thought highly of Charlene and her grandmother. Maybe that’s what this is all about.”

Dalton pondered Hickey’s interest in Charlene, finding it peculiar how attentive he seemed to be.

Even if Hickey had a favorable impression of Charlene, wasn’t it a bit of a stretch to develop such an opinion after just one meeting? But since York had mentioned it, Dalton chose not to delve any deeper.

The weather forecast had warned of rain this afternoon, perhaps even snow.

Sure enough, Charlene noticed the rain starting to fall before they had finished their meal.

After that, Hickey and the other officials joined Charlene and the business representatives for a detailed discussion about last year’s business performance and the plans for the upcoming year.

With words of gratitude for the contributions to Starfall City’s economic growth, Hickey and the officials wrapped up the meeting.

As the meeting concluded, Thorne and Charlene shook hands with Hickey and the other officials before preparing to leave.

While shaking hands, Hickey advised Charlene, “It’s really cold today. I heard there’s a thin layer of ice outside. Drive carefully.”

Charlene nodded, “I will, thank you, Mr. Watson.”

Charlene joined Thorne and the other business representatives as they made their way to the parking lot.

Thorne was walking beside her. “Those high heels aren’t the best for this weather. Be careful.”

Caught off guard by Thorne’s public concern, Charlene replied, “Thank you, Mr. Henderson. I’ll be careful.”

The situation reminded her of an incident at last year’s Future Tech Expo.

During a group dinner back then, she had accidentally slipped, and Thorne, wary of sparking any gossip, chose not to help her up.

And now-

Thorne’s comment was neither too loud nor too soft, but it was clear enough to be heard.

As he spoke, he was still chatting with the other businesspeople around them. His familiar tone with Charlene, especially since he initiated the conversation, was noticed by everyone nearby, including Dalton.

Several of these business representatives had also been at the tech expo dinner last year.

PrimeStar had risen to prominence late last year, and Charlene’s reputation had grown significantly within their network.

Many people believed they understood her relationship with Stewart.

Of course, plenty of folks still remembered the “incident” at the tech expo dinner, where Charlene had supposedly “accidentally” slipped to attract Thorne’s attention, and how Thorne had remained unaffected.

But now…

If Thorne was merely being polite due to the partnership between Neural Nexus Tech and PrimeStar, he would have addressed her with a formal “Ms. Ross.” His casual concern seemed more like a personal interest.

So, had Thorne’s previously unyielding demeanor finally been swayed by Charlene?

Dalton hadn’t attended the Future Tech Expo last year. He wasn’t aware of the supposed “incident” between

Charlene and Thorne.

He only knew that if Thorne’s prior conversations with Charlene seemed like a figment of his imagination, what he heard now was undoubtedly real.

Dalton, too, felt that Thorne might be smitten by Charlene and was considering a public affair.

With these thoughts racing through his mind, Dalton’s expression turned cold as he watched Thorne and Charlene.

Charlene had brought an umbrella, knowing it would rain.

But the wind outside was biting, chilling her to the bone.

Although it was February, and she expected the snow in Starfall to be light and quick to melt, the icy roads were worse than she anticipated.

As she stepped out the door, the slippery steps made her cautious.

Those unfamiliar with Thorne hurried past her, while Thorne stayed by her side, not in a rush to leave.

The businesspeople familiar with Thorne exchanged knowing glances.

Dalton paused, about to speak.

Just then, Charlene slipped forward, and as she was about to fall, Thorne quickly wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her, lifting her before she even realized what was happening.

Chapter 305

Charlene’s face shifted slightly as she whispered, “Let me go”

Thorne interrupted, “Hold onto the umbrella.”

He didn’t wait for her response; instead, he effortlessly picked her up and carried her down the steps. As he walked away with her in his arms, he called over his shoulder to the others, “I’m heading out now. Let’s catch up another time.”

The group of business people, familiar with Thorne, were a bit taken aback.

Everyone knew about Charlene and Stewart’s relationship. If Stewart had sent Charlene to represent PrimeStar at this government meeting, it implied their relationship was still intact.

Thorne already had a girlfriend, so showing interest in Charlene this way seemed bold, almost as if he was openly challenging Stewart.

Stewart was a formidable figure, not someone to be taken lightly.

Despite their thoughts, they simply responded with awkward smiles, “Sure, catch you later.”

With so many eyes on them, Charlene felt compelled to say, “Thank you, Mr. Henderson. Now that we’re off the steps, I can walk on my own-”

Thorne continued towards the car, still holding Charlene securely.

He glanced down at her and remarked, “You’ve lost weight.”

“You-”

Thorne’s driver, noticing them approaching, quickly got out to assist.

Seeing Thorne carrying someone, he was surprised. Realizing it was Charlene, he was even more taken aback. “Ms. Ross?” He quickly opened the car door.

Charlene realized Thorne intended for her to ride with him.

She said coolly, “My car is nearby-”

Despite her protests, Thorne took the umbrella from her hand, helped her into the back seat, and asked, “You’ve sprained your ankle. Are you sure you can drive?”

Charlene replied calmly, “I can call someone to pick me up.”

Before Thorne could respond, Dalton approached, “Mr. Henderson.”

Thorne closed the car door, handed the umbrella to the driver, and turned with a smile, “Mr. Ramirez, still here?” Dalton knew Charlene was in the car, but the car windows were tinted, making it impossible to see her from outside.

He looked at Thorne and asked, “Is Ms. Ross inside?”

Thorne nodded, “Yes, she sprained her ankle. I’m taking her to see a doctor.”

“I happen to be free and was hoping to discuss some business with Ms. Ross. If you don’t mind, I could take her to the hospital,” Dalton offered.

Thorne smiled, “Quite the coincidence, but we also have some matters to discuss. Perhaps another time, Mr. Ramirez?”

Dalton’s expression darkened slightly.

Thorne added, “The wind’s strong out here, and you’re getting drenched. You should get back to your car and dry off.”

Dalton understood that regardless of Thorne’s intentions with Charlene, he had no grounds to intervene.

He nodded, cast another glance at the back seat where Charlene sat, and walked away.

Inside Thorne’s car, Charlene couldn’t hear the conversation between Thorne and Dalton. But she noticed Dalton’s gaze towards the car.

Knowing Dalton’s interest in Vesta, she could guess his intentions even without hearing the conversation.

She turned her attention back to her phone, dialing someone to pick her up, and checked her ankle.

Relieved to find that the injury wasn’t serious and she could still walk, she felt reassured.

Putting her phone down, she opened the car door and stepped out.

Chapter 306

Hearing a noise, Thorne turned around.

Charlene had just stepped out of her car, quietly shutting the door behind her. She walked over, taking the umbrella from his hand without a word.

Thorne glanced down at her feet, asking, “Your foot okay?”

It hurt a bit, but she could still walk.

Charlene didn’t go into why he had been unusually attentive, helping and holding her earlier. She simply told him, “Get in touch once you’ve sorted out the divorce.”

Her words implied that if it weren’t for the divorce, there’d be no reason for them to communicate.

With that, she opened the umbrella, brushed past him, and walked away.

Thorne watched her retreating figure but didn’t stop her, just letting her go. Their cars were parked not far from each other.

He only got into his own car after making sure she was safely inside hers. A few moments later, his car drove out of the parking lot.

Just as Thorne left, Dalton’s car pulled out right after.

Throughout the day’s meeting and subsequent dinner, journalists had been present.

By the time Charlene got home from the hospital, it was already past eight in the evening. As she began her dinner, news from the meeting was already airing.

The news segment featured both her and Thorne.

Meanwhile, Vesta and Maureen Spencer were also watching the news.

Seeing Charlene representing PrimeStar at such a significant government event, Vesta and Maureen frowned.

Wasn’t there trouble between Charlene and the Stewarts?

How could Charlene stand in for Stewart at this important gathering?

Vesta realized that if Charlene could still represent Stewart at such a crucial event, the resume she sent might have been for naught.

Maureen’s furrowed brows soon relaxed.

She gracefully accepted a bowl of homemade chicken soup from the housekeeper, remarking, “No need to rush, we’ll see how things unfold.”

Charlene was undeniably attractive, and Stewart might find it hard to let go. Their on–again, off–again relationship was nothing new.

Even though they seemed to be together now, signs of a breakup pointed to deeper issues. It might not last long.

Whether Vesta wanted to join PrimeStar or mend things with Stewart, it seemed just around the corner.

Vesta understood her mother’s feelings and shared the same thoughts.

Furthermore, watching Charlene and Thorne sitting closely at the meeting, she wasn’t concerned.

She had confidence both in herself and in Thorne.

Just then, Jacques Hawkins came downstairs. “Hey sis, you’re back?”

“Yeah,” Vesta replied, asking, “How’s the studying going?”

Jacques was in his junior year of high school. Starting this semester, he would be transferring to Starfall High.

Transfer procedures had already been arranged by Thorne.

However, the curriculum in Y City differed from Starfall’s.

Since the New Year, Jacques had been diligently working with tutors, bridging the gaps in the currículum.

Jacques shrugged it off, saying, “No problem at all. You know me, right?”

Indeed, both Vesta and Jacques were top students. Academics were never a concern for their family.

Hearing this, both Vesta and Maureen shared a smile.

The next day, Granger and Dalton arrived at PrimeStar at the same time.

“Mr. Harden, what a coincidence,” Dalton greeted.

“Quite the coincidence indeed,” Granger replied.

Dalton was about to continue when he noticed Charlene and Stewart coming out to greet them.

Charlene had quickly gotten out of Thorne’s car yesterday.

He wasn’t sure what she and Thorne discussed after, but he couldn’t help noticing that Thorne seemed to be the one always taking the initiative. Charlene appeared indifferent toward Thorne.

This puzzled Dalton.

Charlene was undeniably attractive, and he could understand why other men might be drawn to her, but Thorne was no ordinary man.

When it came to more than just looks, Charlene and Vesta were simply not in the same league. Why would Thorne show interest in Charlene when he had Vesta?

Charlene caught Dalton’s cold stare tinged with disdain. She responded icily, “Got something to say to me, M Ramirez?”

“Ms. Ross, you’re overthinking it,” Dalton replied coolly. “I don’t believe we have anything to discuss.”

Both Stewart and Granger had seen the news about yesterday’s meeting and knew Charlene and Dalton had met there.

Stewart, hearing this exchange, suspected things hadn’t gone well between them at the meeting. He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and looked at Dalton. “Oh? Did something happen?” Charlene didn’t want to waste time. Before Dalton could respond, she interjected, “Nothing at all.”

Turning to Granger, she added, “Mr. Harden, this way please.”

Nodding, Granger gave Dalton a brief glance before following Charlene to the conference room.

Charlene and Stewart had said nothing explicit, but Stewart sensed that any tension likely involved Vesta. Since Charlene wasn’t forthcoming, he didn’t press the matter, instead coolly inviting Dalton inside, “Mr. Ramirez, after you.”

Since New Year’s Eve, this was Granger’s first encounter with Charlene.

As she led the way, his gaze lingered on her more than once. None of them realized it, but they were all caught up in the tension between Charlene and Dalton.

Once inside the meeting room, Granger finally broke his gaze, taking a seat and commenting, “I had intended to–A be at yesterday’s meeting myself, but urgent business took me out of town. I had to send someone in my place.”

It was common enough for clients to exchange small talk before getting down to business.

Charlene didn’t think twice about it.

“Oh, I see,” she said casually.

Realizing that Charlene hadn’t picked up on what he was hinting at, Granger glanced down, shifting the conversation to something more work–related.

Chapter 307

Granger had another social event that evening. After wrapping up business discussions, he prepared to leave.

Charlene noticed Granger looking at her and glanced up, “What’s up?”

Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day.

But he didn’t mention it. Instead, he just shook his head and said, “Nothing.”

Charlene was so absorbed in her work that she had completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day.

It wasn’t until the next day when she arrived at the office that she was reminded of it. Her colleagues greeted her with “Happy Valentine’s Day,” and that’s when it hit her.

Just as Charlene was about to head back to her office, she heard a voice from the entrance: “Is there a Ms. Charlene here? Someone has sent you flowers, could you come sign for them?”

Charlene turned her head to see a delivery guy holding a massive bouquet of red roses at the door.

His words, coupled with the lavish bouquet, captured everyone’s attention.

There were rumors outside that Charlene and Stewart were involved, but most people at the company knew she was married.

However, Charlene rarely spoke about her personal life, so her colleagues weren’t clear on her marital status.

Seeing the flowers on Valentine’s Day, a coworker enviously commented, “That’s a huge bouquet! Your husband must have sent them, right? He’s so thoughtful.”

“Seriously, I’m so jealous.”

Charlene thought to herself that there was no way Thorne would send her flowers, but she didn’t say anything.

The card indeed had her contact information, so the flowers weren’t delivered by mistake.

The delivery guy, upon confirming she was Charlene, handed over the bouquet. “Could you sign here, please?”

To avoid causing any trouble for the delivery person, Charlene signed for the flowers.

Back in her office, she opened the elegant card and found no name, just a simple “Happy Valentine’s Day” from Daisy.

Stewart came in and noticed the roses on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow, “Who are they from?”

Charlene shook her head, “No idea, but the handwriting seems familiar.”

Stewart chuckled, “Looks like you have a secret admirer. Any guesses?”

Charlene shook her head, “None.”

Stewart stroked his chin thoughtfully. He and Charlene were often seen together, yet he’d never noticed anyone showing interest in her.

With a smirk, he joked, “It couldn’t be Thorne, could it?”

Charlene replied coolly, “It’s not him.”

She and Thorne had been married for years, and he’d never celebrated Valentine’s Day with her, so why would he send roses now, when they were on the brink of divorce?

Besides, she could recognize Thorne’s handwriting.

“Alright then,” Stewart said, “Regardless, if the card’s written by the sender, they must have a soft spot for you. Plus, those roses are the fanciest kind.”

Maybe, but Charlene wasn’t particularly intrigued by the whole affair.

Her mind was elsewhere entirely. She wasn’t really interested, no matter who had sent them. Since the sender didn’t leave any contact details or a name, she wasn’t inclined to dwell on it. “Let’s focus on work.”

She had important business to attend to at Neural Nexus Tech.

It was a plan set days ago.

After organizing her documents, and seeing that it was about time, she left for Neural Nexus Tech with a few colleagues.

Chapter 308

On her way to Neural Nexus Tech, Charlene received a call from her grandmother, Irma Henderson.

Charlene picked up, “Hey, Grandma.”

“Hello, dear,” Irma’s voice was warm and comforting. “I heard from Minnie the other day that you’ve been working late and even pulling all–nighters. I got some health supplements delivered recently, and I’ve sent some your way. Make sure you have someone cook them up for you, okay?”

Charlene knew that even if she tried to decline, Irma wouldn’t take no for an answer. So she replied, “I will, thank you, Grandma.”

Irma chuckled softly and seemed to remember something. “Oh, by the way, I had a chat with Thorne recently. He promised to get along better with you. After all, you are both Minnie’s parents, and for her well–being, it’s important that you maintain a good relationship.”

So, that’s why Thorne was unusually considerate during the last meeting? Charlene thought.

“Got it,” Charlene replied calmly.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Charlene ended the call with Irma.

Upon arriving at Neural Nexus Tech, Charlene noticed that Vesta was absent.

Quincy spotted her and grinned, “Hey, it’s Valentine’s Day. Did you get any flowers, Ms. Ross?”

Before Charlene could answer, a PrimeStar employee who had come along with her to Neural Nexus Tech chimed in with a laugh, “Oh, she did! A huge bouquet of roses. We were all so jealous!”

Quincy smiled but didn’t get a chance to respond before Leah Spencer appeared out of nowhere. “Just flowers? Nothing else?”

The PrimeStar employee hesitated, “Well…uh…”

“So it’s just flowers, huh?” Leah scoffed. “You guys are hilarious. It’s just a bunch of roses. What’s there to be envious about? My cousin got a whole lot more this morning. Her fiancé even gifted her shares from Neural Nexus Tech. What did she say to that?”

Quincy was momentarily speechless. Well, that was hard to argue with.

But did it really need to be a competition?

Noticing Charlene might be out of the loop, Quincy leaned over and whispered to her, “Word is, Director Hawkins is quite the catch among the elite circles–many rich heirs dream of her. Although with our Mr. Henderson as her boyfriend, most don’t dare make a move. But today being Valentine’s Day, some couldn’t resist and anonymously sent her flowers and gifts. Her office was nearly overflowing.”

Before Charlene could say anything, Quincy continued, “But Mr. Henderson didn’t become her beau for nothing. I heard he gave Director Hawkins a portion of our company’s shares as a gift!”

“Treating a girlfriend like that, it’s something none of us have seen before. When the news broke this morning, everyone in the company was green with envy!”

Charlene thought back to how casually Vesta had access to company secrets, and how Jacques and Leah could come and go from Neural Nexus Tech as they pleased. If one day Neural Nexus Tech changed its name to The Hawkins Group, she wouldn’t be surprised.

Hearing Quincy’s gossip, Charlene was hardly shocked. Thorne gifting Vesta shares on Valentine’s Day showed he wasn’t just generous but also wanted the gesture to be meaningful and memorable. It was clear he truly cared for Vesta.

“What are you all chatting about?” Vesta’s voice suddenly entered the conversation.

Quincy quickly smiled and said, “Director Hawkins, finished with the meeting?”

Vesta nodded, “Yes.”

Today, Neural Nexus Tech’s top brass was holding an important meeting.

Chapter 309

She now owned shares in Neural Nexus Tech. Just a moment ago, she was out at a meeting with Thorne and the others.

“Cousin,” Leah said with a smirk as she walked over, casting a sideways glance at Charlene. She whispered just loud enough for only the two of them to hear, “Someone was all proud about receiving flowers earlier. But when they heard a bunch of people sent you flowers, and that my brother–in–law gave you shares, they suddenly went silent.”

Vesta heard this and gave Charlene a brief look before saying nothing.

Leah continued, “Sis, didn’t you say Stewart was really good to her? But today’s Valentine’s Day, and all he gave her was a single bouquet with nothing else. Doesn’t seem like he’s all that great to her after all.”

Vesta raised an eyebrow.

On Valentine’s Day, Stewart only gave Charlene a bouquet? That seems pretty half–hearted.

Before, she genuinely thought Stewart treated Charlene well. After all, Charlene had significant influence at PrimeStar.

But now, with something to compare against, she realized if Stewart truly cared, he wouldn’t just offer her influence without a position or shares, right?

Just then, Edwin walked over, noticed Vesta, and with a grin, asked, “Now that you’ve got shares, are you planning to jump in and manage Neural Nexus Tech yourself?”

Vesta replied, “Nah, I believe in leaving the professional stuff to the experts. I’m not one to hoard power.”

As she spoke, she glanced at Charlene.

Charlene, despite having no real abilities, liked to flaunt her influence at PrimeStar, meddling in everything. Yet ironically, she had neither a position nor shares. It was kind of amusing when you thought about it.

Charlene focused on her work, seemingly unaffected by the earlier drama.

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at it; it was a message from Kenton.

[Pick me up tomorrow evening.]

Last week, Kenton had mentioned someone wanted to meet her. Tomorrow’s meeting was likely about that.

Charlene thought for a moment and agreed. After replying, she put her phone away and dove back into her work.

The next day, Charlene and Stewart picked up Kenton and headed to the reserved restaurant.

Upon arriving and stepping out of the car, Charlene spotted Abelard and Hickey.

Kenton had mentioned someone wanted to meet her, so she assumed she’d be meeting strangers today. She didn’t expect Abelard and Hickey to be there too.

Charlene greeted them with Stewart, “Mr. Ramirez, Hickey.”

Abelard and Hickey nodded with smiles.

After exchanging pleasantries, they were about to head upstairs when someone emerged from another car, calling out, “Leaving already? Not gonna wait for me?”

Charlene turned around and was momentarily stunned to see the newcomer.

Wasn’t he from the Department of Defense?

Kenton, still expressionless, introduced him, “Geoffrey”

Geoffrey toned down the commanding presence he usually had during interviews and offered a warm smile. He extended his hand to her, saying, “Charlene, right? I’ve heard so much about you?

“Yes,” Charlene replied, “Nice to meet you”

“Everyone’s here, huh.” Another familiar face from the news emerged from a different car and approached them.

Kenton, in his usual cool manner, said, “This is Darius,”

Charlene shook hands with Darius, just about to speak when a voice interrupted, “Dad?

Dalton got out of the car, surprised to see not only Abelard and Hickey but also so many prominent figures gathered. What shocked him more was seeing Charlene among them.

Chapter 310

But with Stewart and Kenton here, running into Charlene at this kind of gathering didn’t seem all that surprising after all.

Abelard hadn’t expected to bump into his son here, either. He asked, “Here for some networking?”

Dalton replied, “Yeah.”

Geoffrey chuckled, “Abelard, is this your son?”

Abelard nodded with a smile, replying, “Yes, that’s him.”

“Quite the impressive young man,” Geoffrey remarked.

Geoffrey, Darius, and Dalton were well aware of who these folks were. Dalton knew his father had a decent rapport with them.

However, Geoffrey, Darius, and Kenton were always busy, and despite their familiarity with his father, Dalton had never actually met them himself.

When Geoffrey greeted him, Dalton made sure to shake his hand and replied, “Thank you, sir.”

Just then, he noticed Vesta and Henley Hawkins stepping out of a sleek car.

Dalton was momentarily taken aback.

Henley and Vesta, upon spotting Dalton, Kenton, Darius, and the others, were equally surprised.

It was rare to see even one of these influential figures, let alone all of them gathered in one place.

Naturally, they also saw Charlene and Stewart.

Stewart was Kenton’s student, and with PrimeStar’s success, he was a point of pride for Kenton. It made sense, that Kenton was introducing him to some important connections. Like Dalton, they assumed that Charlene was leveraging Stewart’s connections to meet influential figures like Kenton and Darius.

Truth be told, regardless of whose connections they were leveraging, meeting Darius and Kenton was a privilege in its own right.

They’d heard about Kenton’s extensive network before, but seeing the caliber of people he knew firsthand was something else entirely!

They also recognized Hickey and Abelard.

Vesta knew them as York and Dalton’s fathers, respectively.

As Dalton glanced their way, Vesta acknowledged him with a nod and a smile.

Noticing Dalton’s attention, Abelard followed his line of sight.

He wasn’t familiar with Vesta and Henley, but seeing Dalton’s interest, he asked, “Friends of yours?”

Dalton nodded, “Yeah.”

Vesta and Henley made their way over.

Watching them approach, Stewart nearly rolled his eyes.

Charlene’s expression remained unchanged.

Dalton introduced them, “This is Mr. Hawkins and his daughter, Vesta.”

Dalton’s demeanor subtly shifted when he looked at Vesta.

Abelard raised an eyebrow. He noted Vesta’s striking appearance and elegance, thinking Dalton had good taste. Seeing Dalton’s eagerness to introduce them, he politely shook hands with Henley and Vesta.

Hickey, who had met Vesta before, knew she was Thorne’s girlfriend.

As Vesta walked over, he glanced at Charlene.

Although Charlene didn’t show any emotion on her face, Hickey could feel the chill in the air when she noticed Henley and Vesta.

He knew she and Thorne had been married but was unaware of the details of their divorce. Seeing her cold reaction towards Vesta, a suspicion formed in his mind.

After greeting Abelard, Vesta turned to Kenton and politely said, “Mr. Wagner,”

Kenton nodded coolly, not offering further conversation.

Thorne had mentioned before that Kenton was reserved with everyone, not just with her specifically.

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 291 to 300)  

Chapter 291

Charlene and Nadine had just finished setting off some fireworks with Helena and the others when they decided to head out.

Their destination was the Starfall Broadcast Tower.

The tower was renowned for offering a spectacular view of the entire Starfall cityscape at night.

On New Year’s Eve, it also hosted dazzling light shows and various performances

By the time they arrived at the tower, a crowd had already gathered, and the air was filled with laughter and chatter.

The light show hadn’t started yet.

Carl had planned to meet up with a few of his classmates at the tower to ring in the New Year together.

Shortly after they arrived, Carl’s friends joined them.

Seeing Charlene and Nadine, Carl’s friends respectfully greeted them and couldn’t help but whisper to Carl, “Your cousin’s really pretty! Super pretty!”

“Of course she is!” Carl replied with a grin.

The group of young people joked around, snapping selfies and recording videos on their phones.

Charlene and Nadine stayed on the sidelines, not wanting to interrupt their fun.

Just then, Charlene’s phone buzzed.

It was a message from Granger: “Are you at the tower for the light show tonight?”

Charlene wasn’t sure why he was asking, but she replied, “We’re already here. What’s up?”

Granger responded quickly: “Daisy and I are on our way there too.”

“Well, what a coincidence,” Charlene thought.

Granger didn’t send any more messages after that.

A little while later, the light show began.

Charlene watched with a smile, captivated by the spectacle, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice, “Ms.

Ross!”

Turning around, she saw Granger and Daisy.

Seeing Charlene look over, Daisy beamed and reached out excitedly.

Charlene took Nadine’s hand and maneuvered through the crowd towards them, pulling Daisy into a warm hug. Daisy wrapped her small arms around Charlene’s neck, eagerly watching the light show and squealing with delight, “Ms. Ross, look!”

Charlene chuckled, “Yes, I see it.”

The festive atmosphere was infectious, and Charlene’s smile never wavered.

Granger observed her, concerned she might tire from holding Daisy for too long, and gently took Daisy back into his arms. “Where’s Cloud?” he asked, referring to Carl by his nickname.

“He’s over there,” Charlene pointed to where Carl and his friends were standing, not far away.

As Charlene turned to look, her gaze landed on Henley, Maureen, and Jacques standing together.

Her smile froze and faded.

Henley lovingly tousled Jacques‘ hair as the three of them beamed with warmth and joy, epitomizing a happy family scene. The change in Charlene’s expression couldn’t have been more obvious.

Granger noticed immediately. Following Charlene’s line of sight, he too saw Henley and his family.

Before he could look away, Jacques spotted them.

Seeing familiar faces on a festive night like this, Jacques waved enthusiastically and called out, “Granger!”

Henley and Maureen turned at the sound of Jacques‘ voice.

Their faces lit up at the sight of Granger, only to falter slightly when they noticed Charlene.

Especially Maureen.

Her brows furrowed almost instantly at the sight of Charlene standing beside Granger.

Feeling it was only polite to say hello, Granger hesitated before telling Charlene, “I’m going over to say hi.”

Charlene, her voice cool, replied, “Go ahead.”

Granger, after casting another glance at Charlene’s face, walked away with Daisy.

Nadine had also noticed the shift in Charlene’s demeanor.

While Nadine vaguely knew that her aunt had some history with Henley, she didn’t have many memories of him. But seeing Charlene’s expression change so quickly, her intuition as a perceptive young woman told her all she needed to know about Henley and Maureen’s identities.

Her heart tightened, and she squeezed Charlene’s hand, saying, “Maybe we should head out?”

Charlene didn’t want to spoil Nadine and Carl’s New Year’s celebration. She shook her head, replying, “I’m fine.”

Her sour mood wasn’t because she still had feelings for Henley.

It was just that seeing Maureen and Henley brought back memories of her mother, especially on a night like this.

Why did they get to be a happy family of three, when her mother-

Oh wait, make that a family of four.

Vesta was likely off on a date with Thorne.

Yes, they were living their best lives, a picture of happiness.

It was laughable how they seemed to be thriving while they had made her mother’s life so miserable.

Nadine held Charlene’s hand tightly, saying nothing.

She had always known, even as a child, that their family was different from others.

For them, holidays were often the hardest times.

Visiting the nursing home to see her aunt brought pain, but not visiting was painful too.

Each visit dragged the past into sharp focus, making it impossible to escape the memories. Letting go was painful, but holding on was equally so.

The Ross family had been getting by, not great but not terrible either.

And then that woman’s daughter reappeared after years, stole her cousin–in–law, and now the whole family had moved to Starfall, adding insult to injury-

Noticing the tension in Charlene and Nadine’s expressions, Carl excused himself from his friends and returned to them.

He didn’t quite understand what was going on and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Charlene was about to speak, but Nadine glanced over to where Henley was standing and said, “The person talking with Granger over there belongs to the Hawkins family.”

Carl immediately caught on, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Granger and Henley had just about finished their polite small talk.

As Granger turned around, he noticed that the spot where Charlene and her friends had been standing was now empty.

Chapter 292

The Ross family didn’t have the tradition of staying up to welcome the New Year. By the time Charlene and Nadine got home, Helena and the others were already asleep.

Charlene headed upstairs to her room, and it was just striking midnight.

Her phone had been buzzing for a while.

Messages from Stewart, Granger, and a few folks from PrimeStar she was close with, like Abelard and Hickey, had all sent her New Year’s greetings.

Charlene responded to each of them, including Granger, and even took the initiative to send Kenton and Connie a New Year’s message.

Just then, Abelard sent her another message asking if she was free in the coming days. He mentioned he hadn’t had the chance to properly thank her for something due to his busy schedule and wanted to take her out for a meal.

After chatting with Abelard, Charlene put down her phone and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Though visiting Sybil Ross at the nursing home was always a painful ordeal for the Ross family, there was no way they wouldn’t see her on such an important day.

Every New Year’s Day morning, Charlene and Helena would prepare a lavish spread of food to take to the nursing home for Sybil.

This year was no different.

So, on New Year’s morning, Charlene got up early. When she went downstairs, Helena, Vernon, and Maisie were already up.

Seeing her come down, Helena and Maisie handed her a red envelope as a token of good luck.

Helena gently patted Charlene’s cheek, her eyes soft with affection. “May our Charlene have a smooth and blessed year.”

Charlene smiled, “Thanks, Grandma.”

After breakfast, Charlene and Maisie headed into the kitchen and started preparing the ingredients.

Both Helena and Vernon were great cooks, but when it came to cooking for Sybil, they could only assist. Sybil could always tell if they had cooked the meal, which might upset her.

Traditionally, Maisie was in charge on this day. However, once Charlene learned how to cook, they started sharing the responsibility.

Charlene had wanted to learn to cook from a young age for Sybil’s sake, but her grandmother had insisted she wait, not wanting to burden her with adult responsibilities too soon. She wanted Charlene’s childhood to be as carefree and joyful as possible, without being overshadowed by the past.

Two hours later, the table was laden with a feast.

Nadine and Carl helped pack everything up.

With the prepared gifts in hand, the Ross family of six headed to the nursing home.

They had also prepared New Year’s gifts and red envelopes for the doctors and nurses who took care of Sybil.

Sybil was still as frail as ever, her gaze vacant and distant.

Charlene and the others stood where Sybil couldn’t see them, watching her remain indifferent to the gifts the doctors passed along.

Helena’s envelope was placed in her hand by a nurse, but Sybil soon forgot what it was, glanced at it briefly, and tossed it aside.

She didn’t seem to have much appetite either. Despite the spread of food before her, she only ate a few bites when the nurse put it on her plate.

Before she could try everything, Sybil retreated into her own world once more.

The nurse had to clear the table.

Charlene’s eyes were already welling up with tears.

But she held them back, not wanting to affect everyone else’s mood.

In truth, Helena and the others felt the same way.

After spending about half an hour at the nursing home, they decided it was time to leave.

Chapter 293

It was nearing noon.

Going back home to cook was out of the question–none of them were really in the mood for it.

Honestly, lunch wasn’t exactly on anyone’s mind, but skipping a meal wasn’t an option either.

Charlene suggested, “Let’s just eat out.”

Helena nodded, “Sure, Charlene, you decide.”

They pulled up to the restaurant, parked the car, and as Charlene and Vernon stepped out, they immediately spotted the Hawkins and the Spencers. They were there for lunch too.

Just as they arrived, someone recognized Vesta and Henley and enthusiastically approached them, trying to invite them over for a meal together.

The Hawkins and Spencer families soon noticed Charlene and her group as well.

Georgina sneered as she looked over.

Maureen just glanced briefly before looking away. Vesta did the same, acting as if the Rosses was invisible, not giving them a second thought.

At that moment, the restaurant manager hurried out and approached Vesta, saying, “Ms. Hawkins, Mr. Henderson’s usual private room is ready for you. Please, right this way.”

Vesta nodded and didn’t spare Charlene another glance. She turned to the eager Mr. Edgar and said, “Sorry, Mr. Edgar, but today is a family gathering. We’ll have to take a rain check on that meal.”

Mr. Edgar quickly replied, “Of course, Ms. Hawkins, I won’t intrude on your family time.”

Without acknowledging Mr. Edgar further, Vesta followed the manager into the restaurant.

Charlene hadn’t expected to run into them.

She linked arms with Helena, feeling a bit hesitant, but Helena gave her hand a reassuring pat and said, “Let’s go in.”

Charlene sighed, “Alright.”

As they stepped into the restaurant, a staff member approached them and said, “Sorry, folks, but all our private rooms have been reserved. We don’t have any available spots right now.”

Charlene had been to this restaurant before.

It was almost unheard of for them to be completely booked.

So…

Charlene quickly realized it was likely the Hawkins and Spencer families playing tricks.

She pressed her lips together tightly.

Vernon and Helena seemed to come to the same conclusion as well.

“Ms. Ross.” someone called her. Charlene turned to see York approaching.

She greeted him, “Mr. Watson.”

York eyed the anxious staff member before turning to Charlene and asking, “What’s the problem? Why aren’t you going in?”

Charlene replied calmly, “The staff said all their rooms are reserved, and they asked us to leave.”

York glanced towards the restaurant interior, “Oh? Is that so?”

The staff recognized York immediately.

Especially considering the Watson family, including Hickey, was currently dining there.

Sensing York might intervene on Charlene’s behalf, the restaurant manager panicked and hurried over to Charlene, saying, “We’ve just been informed a party had to cancel, so a private room has become available. Please, come in.”

Charlene didn’t move, instead looking at Helena.

Helena suggested, “Let’s just go somewhere else for lunch.”

Charlene agreed, “Alright.”

She turned back to York, “Thank you, Mr. Watson.”

York replied, “No problem.” He paused, then nodded a greeting to Helena and the others.

Charlene and her group left.

York headed into the restaurant, casting a sharp glance at the manager.

The manager, sweating profusely, forced a smile but dared not speak further.

Seeing the manager’s reluctance to reveal who was behind the trouble for Charlene, York realized the instigator was likely someone with significant influence.

Chapter 294

Charlene had just settled into a new restaurant and taken her first bite when her phone buzzed twice.

It was a message from Connie.

She casually opened it and found that Connie had sent her two photos. The people in the photos were Thorne and Vesta.

Charlene pursed her lips, avoided looking in detail, and closed the app.

No sooner had she closed it than Connie called.

Charlene hesitated but then stepped outside to answer, “Hey, Connie.”

“Charlene, did you see those pictures I sent you?!”

Charlene had only glanced at one and didn’t plan to look at the other.

Still, she said, “Yeah, I saw them.”

Connie continued, “The first one was from a friend of mine last night. She spotted them at a hotel. Seriously, New Year’s Eve, and they’re off booking a room?! Honestly, have they no shame?”

Charlene’s expression remained unchanged; she didn’t even raise an eyebrow. She simply replied with a nonchalant, “Mm–hmm.”

“The second one’s even worse. It’s a screenshot from Vesta’s social media. She posted the roses and New Year’s gift Thorne gave her, and she took the picture in the hotel room, too! It’s like she’s flaunting their little love fest–totally disgusting!”

Charlene replied, “Uh–huh.”

After acknowledging with a disinterested sound, she asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet. I went out with friends last night to celebrate New Year’s and drank too much. I just woke up and totally forgot to send you New Year’s greetings.”

“That’s okay,” Charlene said softly. “Happy New Year.”

“Yeah, Happy New Year to you too, Charlene.” After a pause, Connie seemed to consider whether to continue the topic of Thorne and Vesta but then stopped herself, asking, “What are you up to now?”

“Having dinner with my family.”

“Oh…” Connie scratched her head, saying, “Sorry, Charlene, I didn’t mean to ruin your meal. I wouldn’t have brought it up if I’d known.”

“No worries,” Charlene reassured her gently. “Get up and eat something, or your stomach’s gonna give you trouble again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They chatted a little longer before ending the call.

After dinner, with time to spare, Charlene went out for a stroll with Helena. They walked around the neighborhood, enjoying the crisp winter air, and by the time they returned home, Charlene felt a bit lighter. The Ross family didn’t have many relatives in Starfall, so for them, the New Year wasn’t particularly hectic.

By the second evening of the new year, Charlene found herself with some free time.

She turned on her laptop and continued reviewing the materials that Kenton had provided her.

Around ten, just as she was about to shower, her phone rang. Thorne’s name flashed on the screen. Charlene glanced at it but didn’t answer. Instead, she headed into the bathroom.

After her shower, she did some more research and was jotting down notes when she heard the rumbling of a car outside.

Charlene’s hand paused on the mouse.

Thorne’s earlier call popped into her mind. She frowned, set the mouse down, and walked to the window. There, she saw Jasmine leaping out of the car, calling, “Great–Grandma!”

Charlene pressed her lips together, turned back into the room, and checked her phone. Thorne had texted after she’d ignored his call.

“Heading out of the country tomorrow for a few days. Can you watch Minnie?”

Charlene glanced at the message and put her phone down.

Just then, Jasmine bounded up the stairs and burst into Charlene’s room. Seeing her, she squealed with delight and flung herself into Charlene’s arms. “Mom!”

Chapter 295

Charlene reached out to hold her steady, preventing her from tumbling over.

As soon as she got close, the familiar scent of Vesta’s perfume wafted into her nose again.

Charlene took Jasmine’s backpack and placed it gently on the sofa. Just as Jasmine dashed toward the bed, Charlene grabbed her by the arm and asked, “Have you taken a shower?”

“Yes, I have.” Jasmine said.

If she had showered and still carried Vesta’s scent, it suggested one of two possibilities: either Vesta was living with her and Thorne, or Thorne and Vesta had together dropped her off. Evidently, they had chosen not to come into the building with her.

Charlene said calmly, “You’re all sweaty. How about changing into some fresh clothes?”

Jasmine remembered she had been running around after her shower and might have sweated a bit. She nodded and obediently headed to the bathroom to change.

Meanwhile, Charlene continued sorting through her papers..

When Jasmine emerged, now in clean clothes, she rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a small bunny–shaped lantern. “Mom, look! A lantern!”

Charlene paused and looked at it. “This is-”

“Daddy bought it for me! Isn’t it cute and pretty?!”

Charlene replied, “…Yes.”

Jasmine then dashed over to turn off Charlene’s room lights, flicked on the lantern, and excitedly shared, “Doesn’t it look even prettier with the lights off?!”

Charlene agreed, “…Yes, it does look prettier.” After a moment, she asked, “Do you really like it?”

“Yeah, I love it so much!” Jasmine exclaimed. Then she produced another lantern. “Daddy got me two, and! saved this one for you. Will you take a walk downstairs with me, carrying our lanterns?”

Charlene sighed, “I’ve already had my shower, maybe tomorrow. You just changed too; you don’t want to get dirty again.”

Jasmine’s enthusiasm was slightly dampened by Charlene’s response. Her excitement and joy took a small hit. “Oh…”

But it had been a month since Jasmine last saw Charlene. Realizing Charlene wasn’t very interested in the lantern, she stopped trying to sell the idea and instead put the lantern down, running over to hug her. “Mom…”

Charlene set her papers aside. “Yes, what is it?”

Initially, Jasmine remained quiet, but then she slipped off her shoes and climbed into Charlene’s lap. “I missed you so much,” she murmured as she wrapped her arms around Charlene’s neck and delivered two swift kisses to her cheek. Breaking into a giggle, she added, “Mom, you smell so nice.”

Charlene’s arms tightened around her slightly. She paused, then gently stroked Jasmine’s cheek without saying a word. She could tell Jasmine’s face had matured a little, her features shifting slightly, looking a bit more like Thorne.

Lowering her gaze, she noticed Jasmine wasn’t wearing socks. She placed her on the bed and covered her feet with a blanket. “How long will you be staying here this time?”

Jasmine shrugged. “I don’t know. Daddy just told me to wait here for him to come back.”

Charlene murmured an acknowledgment and didn’t pursue it further.

Jasmine, however, remembered something else and jumped off the bed to find her backpack. “Mom, I got you a

little gift when I went overseas.”

She retrieved a snow globe she had bought for Charlene and handed it over, her eyes full of hope.

Ever since Jasmine had grown close to Vesta, it had been a long time since she thought of giving Charlene any gifts.

Charlene accepted it, feeling a calm gratitude, and said, “Thank you, sweetie. I love it.”

Chapter 296

The next morning.

After finishing her breakfast, Charlene went upstairs to find Jasmine on a video call with Thorne.

Spotting her mom, Jasmine looked up and shouted, “Mom!”

“Hey,” Charlene replied, turning on her computer.

On the other end of the call, Thorne asked, “What’s the plan for today?”

Jasmine, sprawled out on the bed, beamed with excitement. “I want to watch a movie! Mom’s taking me to see a movie at noon!”

Charlene was engrossed in reviewing the notes she’d organized the day before.

A moment later, Jasmine came over with the phone. “Mom, Dad wants to talk to you.”

Charlene paused, took the phone, and glanced at Thorne’s face on the screen. She wasn’t interested in a video chat, so she placed the phone face up on the desk, pointing the camera toward the ceiling. “What’s up?”

Thorne said, “I appreciate you taking care of Minnie for a while.”

Charlene didn’t reply, her eyes still fixed on her computer. She typed away, filling in the gaps from yesterday’s brainstorming session, and asked, “Anything else?”

“No,” Thorne replied, then added, “Happy New Year.”

Charlene mumbled an acknowledgment and ended the call, handing the phone back to Jasmine.

As it neared noon and Charlene was about to take Jasmine out, her phone rang. It was Stewart.

She chuckled and answered, only to hear Stewart’s hushed voice, “Guess who I just ran into again?”

Charlene paused, immediately knowing who he was referring to.

Before she could respond, Stewart saw Thorne and Vesta approaching and looking in his direction.

Stewart sighed, “Well, they’re coming over. Gotta go.”

“Alright,” Charlene replied calmly.

Barely had she hung up when Thorne and Vesta reached Stewart.

“Mr. Ferguson, off somewhere?” Thorne inquired.

Stewart didn’t reply directly, instead offering a thin smile. “Mr. Henderson, Ms. Hawkins, we’re not that close. Next time you see me, feel free to pretend you didn’t.”

Vesta chuckled, “Mr. Ferguson, you really are amusing.”

Stewart was about to retort when Vesta noticed his suitcase. “Heading abroad for a vacation, Mr. Ferguson?”

Stewart gave a dry laugh. “Sorry, none of your business.”

With that, he didn’t wait for another word, rolling his suitcase out of the VIP lounge at the airport.

Once he’d put some distance between them, Stewart called Charlene again. “What’re you up to?”

Charlene had just changed her clothes and replied, “Getting ready to head out for a movie.”

“Sounds like a good plan. Going by yourself?” he asked.

“With Minnie.”

Stewart paused, “I thought she was spending the holiday with the Hendersons? How come she’s with you now?”

Charlene applied the finishing touches to her makeup, replying coolly, “They dropped her off last night.”

Stewart hadn’t expected that, and he laughed in disbelief. “So Thorne’s off on a little getaway with Vesta, huh? And they didn’t want their daughter tagging along, so they just sent her your way? Unbelievable.”

Charlene listened without much reaction.

Just then, Jasmine came over, tugging at Charlene’s hand excitedly, “Mom, I’m ready. Let’s go!”

“Okay,” Charlene said, then added to Stewart, “Don’t worry about them. Just enjoy yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” Stewart muttered, then assured her, “I’ll be back soon, I won’t leave the company all on your shoulders.”

Charlene smiled, “Sounds good.”

Chapter 297

After grabbing a bite to eat and catching a movie, Jasmine and Charlene found themselves wandering past an arcade. Jasmine, feeling nostalgic about the times they used to play games together, eagerly tugged Charlene inside.

For Jasmine, hitting the shops, grabbing some food, and watching a movie followed by some games at the arcade was pretty routine. But it had been ages since she’d done any of that with Charlene, so even the ordinary felt extraordinary.

Charlene had plans with Abelard for dinner that evening.

As they left the arcade, Charlene thought about dropping Jasmine off at the Ross family’s place before heading out to meet Abelard.

Jasmine, however, wasn’t ready to part ways with Charlene. She held Charlene’s hand tightly, pouting a little, “Can’t I just come with you?”

Charlene paused for a moment.

Abelard had only invited her for a casual dinner, nothing special.

Bringing Jasmine along shouldn’t be a problem.

With that in mind, Charlene called Abelard to see if he would mind her bringing someone along.

Abelard chuckled, “Charlene, bring her along. I don’t mind at all.” Then, after a brief pause, he asked, “Is she your kid?”

Charlene simply replied, “Yeah.”

Abelard was a bit taken aback.

The last time they met, he recalled Charlene mentioning she was married, but it was surprising to see someone who looked so youthful already having a child.

Half an hour later.

Charlene entered the dining room hand in hand with Jasmine, finding Abelard already there.

Upon seeing Jasmine, Abelard grinned, “Charlene, is this your daughter? She really looks like you.”

Charlene smiled, “Yes.”

“What’s her name?”

“Jasmine.”

“Is her last name… Ross?”

Abelard paused.

The moment he saw Jasmine, he had a flicker of recognition, but couldn’t quite place it.

Then, the realization hit him. He remembered running into the Henderson family around New Year’s, and the little girl holding Thorne’s hand was unmistakably-

He looked at Charlene, a bit stunned, “Is Thorne your husband?”

Charlene nodded, “Yes.”

Abelard was momentarily silent.

When Charlene mentioned she was married before, he couldn’t help but wonder why someone so exceptional would settle down so young. After all, for someone as outstanding as Charlene, suitable matches were rare.

But if that someone was Thorne, well, honestly, in their social circle, Thorne was indeed the only one who could be a match for Charlene.

However, recalling the distant look Charlene had when she first mentioned her marriage, and remembering how he hadn’t seen her with the Henderson family at New Year’s, Abelard realized that there were issues in Charlene and Thorne’s relationship, perhaps more significant than he had assumed,

He gestured for them to sit and then pulled out two small gifts, handing one each to Charlene and Jasmine.

Charlene hesitated, but Abelard gently insisted, “As your uncle, it’s only natural to give a little something for the new year. It’s a tradition, no big deal, just take it.”

Charlene accepted it graciously, “Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.”

She then turned to Jasmine and said, “Jasmine, say thank you to Mr. Ramirez.”

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Jasmine, ever the polite and unflustered young lady, said, “Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.”

“Don’t mention it,” Abelard replied, glancing at Jasmine a bit more thoughtfully. With a smile, he added, “She’s more like Thorne, isn’t she?”

Charlene nodded, “That’s right.”

Abelard chuckled, “Whether she takes after Thorne or you, she’s going to be just fine.”

Charlene listened, her eyes lowering in a gentle smile, choosing not to reply.

Abelard continued, “So, has my troublesome son made peace with you yet?”

Charlene shook her head with a slight grin, “If anything, the tension’s gotten worse.”

Abelard laughed, “Well, that’s just dandy.”

He seemed entirely unfazed, saying, “He’s had it too easy for too long. A little lesson won’t hurt him; in fact, I’m looking forward to it.”

After that, Abelard and Charlene chatted about other topics.

Once dinner was over, Charlene and Abelard spent another hour or so in conversation before parting ways.

After taking Jasmine to see a movie and meeting up with Abelard, Charlene spent most of the following days at home, diving into the materials Kenton had given her.

While Charlene was engrossed in her research, Jasmine behaved well, only occasionally stepping out with Carl and his friends, but mostly keeping herself occupied in her room.

However, Jasmine made sure to video call Thorne every day.

Whenever Jasmine called Thorne, Vesta was often present.

It wasn’t that Charlene was intentionally eavesdropping on their conversations; it was more that Jasmine, aware of Charlene’s dislike for Vesta, would take her tablet outside to chat, rather than staying in her room.

After a few intense days of focused work, Charlene finally had a breakthrough.

It was the first time since receiving Kenton’s materials that she felt her ideas were so clear.

That day, she worked tirelessly from morning until night, so absorbed that she didn’t even respond when her family called her for lunch.

Seeing how busy she was, Maisie brought her meals upstairs.

Noticing the food getting cold and Charlene still not having eaten, Jasmine urged her, “Mom, you should eat.”

Charlene murmured an absent–minded “Mmm,” her eyes glued to the computer screen, seemingly unaware of her own response.

Jasmine pursed her lips, calling out to Charlene a few more times before she finally got her to eat.

Dinner was much the same.

Charlene was so engrossed she didn’t even have time for meals. Jasmine had initially wanted Charlene to help her with her bath, but after calling out several times with no success, she went downstairs and asked Nadine for help.

After her bath, she returned to find Charlene still at her computer, so Jasmine climbed into bed by herself.

She drifted off, waking up to the morning light filtering through. Groggy, she wandered over to Charlene with her stuffed animal in tow, “Mom, did you not sleep at all?”

Charlene replied absent-mindedly, “No, you go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”

Jasmine paused, clearly awake now. “Mom, aren’t you tired from not sleeping?”

Charlene simply replied, “No.”

Seeing Charlene frown as if annoyed by the interruption, Jasmine thought about asking if she was hungry but decided against it. She quietly went to brush her teeth instead.

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After more than a day and night of non–stop work, Charlene finally finished recording everything she needed to and sent it off to Stewart. Only then did she head downstairs to grab some breakfast.

Once Stewart went through the materials she sent, he was so thrilled his hands were shaking. “This is it, this is brilliant, absolutely brilliant!”

Charlene rubbed her aching temples and said, “I need to catch some sleep. We can talk later.”

“Alright,” Stewart replied.

Charlene slept like a log until well past five in the afternoon.

When she woke up, she found Jasmine sitting on the carpet, engrossed in a Sudoku puzzle.

As soon as Jasmine noticed she was awake, she got up and said, “Mom, you’re awake?”

Charlene replied with a simple, “Yeah.”

“Are you thirsty? Want some water?” Jasmine asked.

Charlene paused for a moment, then said, “Thanks.”

After Jasmine got her a glass of water, she went back to her puzzle.

As Charlene watched her daughter, a wave of guilt washed over her. She knew she’d been buried in work and hadn’t spent much time with her recently.

Unfortunately, today marked the end of their holiday. Tomorrow, she’d be back at PrimeStar and wouldn’t have much time for Jasmine.

With that thought, she called out, “Minnie.”

Jasmine turned around, asking, “What’s up, Mom?”

“When’s your dad coming back?”

“Dad said not anytime soon,” Jasmine replied, then asked, “Do you need to talk to him?”

Charlene shook her head, replying, “No, it’s nothing. Go on and play.”

“Okay.”

Charlene finished her water and texted Thorne.

“When are you coming back? I’m back to work tomorrow and can’t look after Jasmine. You need to come and get her.”

It took Thorne over half an hour to reply. “I’ll be back in two days.”

Seeing the message, Charlene didn’t bother to respond.

After dinner, Jasmine went for a walk with Helena, and as soon as Charlene headed upstairs, Stewart called.

They were brainstorming together, so Charlene had him on speakerphone.

When Jasmine returned from her walk and heard her mom chatting with someone whose voice she didn’t recognize, she felt a bit left out and asked, “Mom, who are you talking to?”

Charlene replied, “A friend of mine.”

“Oh…” Jasmine said, still a bit curious.

Stewart heard Jasmine’s voice but didn’t say anything, not mentioning he’d met her when she was just a little thing–even held her.

Charlene and Stewart talked until well past ten that night before finally hanging up.

The next day, Charlene officially returned to work at PrimeStar.

Ever since the company began developing the two projects she’d worked on last year, they’d been understaffed. They’d planned to expand the team at the end of the year, but she and Stewart had been too busy to get around to it.

Hiring more people was now urgent, so on her first day back, Charlene set the ball rolling.

Thorne had promised to be back in two days.

But three, four days passed, and there was still no sign of him.

It wasn’t until the fifth day, while Charlene was still at work, that she got a call from Jasmine. “Mom, Dad’s back! He sent someone to pick me up.”

“Okay, got it,” Charlene said. “Make sure you pack everything, don’t forget anything.”

Jasmine chirped happily, “I know!”

Then she asked, “Mom, can you come home and see me off?”

Charlene had a mountain of work to do.

She thought about saying no.

But she hadn’t been around much lately, and after this, Jasmine might not see her for a while. So she agreed, saying, “Okay, I’ll head home now.”

Jasmine’s voice was bright with excitement, “Yay!”

Stewart had returned from his business trip by then.

Charlene was exhausted from work, and if she wanted to leave early to get some rest, Stewart didn’t mind.

But still….

He snorted, “Thorne dumps Jasmine on you to go gallivanting on a delayed honeymoon, feeling no guilt. Yet here you are, the mom without custody, feeling bad about a little neglect. Thorne’s got you pegged. He knows you’re too soft-hearted, and that’s why he thinks he can make promises he doesn’t keep and leave you holding the bag.”

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Jasmine had just hung up with Charlene when the car Thorne sent for her arrived.

In the end, Jasmine didn’t wait for Charlene to come back and got into the car.

When she reached the private room, she rushed into Thorne and Vesta’s arms. “Dad, Ms. Hawkins!”

Thorne chuckled, ruffling her hair, while Vesta helped her put her backpack aside.

Inside the room, Granger, Moran, and Leah were already there.

Seeing how much Jasmine missed Thorne and Vesta, Moran teased, “Thorne, I told you guys should have taken Minnie with you on your trip abroad. Look how much she missed you in just a few days. If you had stayed away any longer, she might have started crying.”

Moran’s comment made it sound like Jasmine had been neglected while staying with Charlene.

Before Thorne or Vesta could respond, Granger changed the topic, asking, “Did you have fun while we were away, Minnie?”

Jasmine sat down and replied, “Yeah, Mom took me to see a movie, play some VR games, and we had dinner.”

Moran quipped, “That’s all?”

“Yup,” Jasmine shrugged, unconcerned. “Mom’s been really busy, so she didn’t have much time to spend with me.”

Moran assumed Jasmine meant Charlene was busy dealing with the holiday season’s social obligations.

After all, he and Granger had been through that themselves. They’d been swamped since the end of last year, juggling family gatherings and work, and only now managed to find a moment to relax and catch up with Thorne and Granger.

Vesta was engrossed in her book.

Jasmine took a sip of her drink and, out of boredom, glanced at the cover of Vesta’s book. It seemed familiar, and she couldn’t help but take a closer look.

Granger noticed her interest. “Minnie, are you into these kinds of books?”

Jasmine shook her head. “Not really, I just noticed that my mom has a copy of this book too.”

Hearing this, Vesta paused for a moment and smirked.

This book had both a beginner and an advanced edition with the same cover.

Vesta’s was the advanced edition, with content so deep that even during her PhD, it was rare to delve into.

Leah, who frequently visited the Hawkins family, knew about the different editions. Hearing Jasmine, she instinctively assumed Charlene had the beginner edition.

She almost laughed but held back because Thorne and Granger were present.

Granger caught on.

He smiled down at his drink, saying nothing.

Just then, Moran seemed to remember something, raising an eyebrow at Granger with a grin. “Granger, I heard your mom’s been setting you up on dates lately. Any promising matches?”

This question immediately caught everyone’s attention.

Leah had heard about this too, which only made her more anxious.

She looked at Granger with bated breath.

Granger, ignoring Leah’s presence, shot Moran a look. “Can’t you last a day without gossiping?”

Moran grinned. “Hey, I’m just curious.”

Granger remained silent.

Everyone could tell Granger wasn’t thrilled about the whole dating setup.

His silence spoke volumes, and the group understood.

Moran pressed on, “Speaking of which, how’s it going with that woman? If you’re really into her, why not just tell your mom? Or is it because she’s so different from your family, and you’re worried your mom won’t approve, so…”

Before Moran could finish, Granger cut him off, “With all this food, I’m surprised your mouth isn’t full.”

The more Granger deflected, the more curious Moran became.

He said, “If you’re worried about your mom not approving, you could always introduce her to us first, right, Thorne?”

Thorne chuckled, glancing at Granger before replying, “When the time’s right, Granger will bring her around without us having to nag him.”

Moran sighed.

Everyone knew that already.

He was just curious!

Leah tugged on Vesta’s sleeve. “Vesta…”

Moran had previously told her that Granger already had someone he liked, as a way to deter her.

Back then, she didn’t believe it.

Now, it seemed it might just be true.

Vesta simply smiled softly, remaining relaxed and silent.

Granger said he had a woman he was into who they hadn’t met yet. But…

Did Granger truly care about that woman? Or perhaps that woman was just a decoy, a convenient excuse Granger used to prevent anyone from discovering who he really cared for.

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 281 to 290)  

Chapter 281

Vesta watched the scene unfold, not really bothered by it.

Granger’s softened attitude towards Charlene was purely for the sake of maintaining good relations with PrimeStar.

Moran shared the same thoughts as Vesta.

This marked the third time Jacques had laid eyes on Charlene.

He casually remarked, “So, that lady is Granger’s girlfriend, huh?”

“Whoa,” Moran almost choked on his coffee. “What girlfriend? They’re not even a thing. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

Jacques had just arrived in Starfall and was clueless about the dynamics.

Moran and Vesta simply assumed Jacques thought Charlene, with her striking looks, made a good pair with Granger, hence his assumption.

“Alright then,” Jacques shrugged.

Earlier, Granger had seemed entirely engrossed in the lady after she appeared. Jacques figured they must be an item.

Yet, even if they weren’t an official couple, Granger clearly had an interest in her, right?

Granger, aware of Vesta and Moran’s glances, glanced at his watch. With the meeting time approaching, he bid Charlene a quick goodbye but remembered something. “You’re not going to the Neural Nexus Tech gala in a few days, right?”

Charlene confirmed, “Right.”

Having received her answer, Granger felt a slight pang in his chest. He nodded and turned away without further comment.

As Granger returned to Moran’s side, Thorne arrived.

His eyes briefly landed on Charlene, who was busy at work. But he quickly averted his gaze and said to Moran and Granger, “It’s about time. Let’s head upstairs for the meeting.”

Granger noticed Thorne’s indifference towards Charlene. He lowered his gaze.

Before heading upstairs, Thorne asked Jacques, “Been to my office yet?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ve got some snacks set up for you. If you get bored, feel free to drop by and grab a bite.”

Though only a few days had passed, Thorne and Jacques seemed to have struck a good rapport.

After the lunchtime meeting, the Neural Nexus Tech executives gathered for a meal. Vesta and Jacques, though not part of the executive team, rode with Thorne to the venue due to their close ties.

Granger, glancing up at the Neural Nexus Tech building, recalled Charlene’s presence and asked Moran, “When are Thorne and Charlene finalizing their divorce?”

Moran, assuming Granger was merely curious about Thorne and Vesta’s relationship, replied, “It could’ve been done earlier, but there were issues with a company share transfer under Thorne’s name. Once that’s sorted, it should be finalized soon.”

Granger nodded, “Got it.”

Later, Charlene had lunch with the Neural Nexus Tech staff in their cafeteria. After a brief break, she resumed. work. By mid–afternoon, she wrapped up at Neural Nexus Tech and headed back to PrimeStar.

On the day of The Harden Group gala, Charlene and Stewart finished up at work before driving over together.

When Granger heard they had arrived, he went out to greet them. However, the moment he laid eyes on Charlene, he stopped in his tracks. She wore a stunning blue–violet off–shoulder gown that accentuated her porcelain skin and graceful demeanor, making her look more captivating than ever.

Granger took it all in, thinking she looked more enchanting than he’d ever seen her before.

In just a couple of seconds, he masked his thoughts and approached them politely, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ross.”

Charlene and Stewart responded, “Mr. Harden.”

After a brief exchange, Thorne and Vesta arrived.

Vesta was in a striking white gown, adorned with dazzling jewelry, clearly of high value.

Her appearance was impressive. However, upon seeing Charlene, she hesitated.

Charlene, undeniably, looked even more radiant than before.

Despite this, Vesta remained composed and confident.

Charlene’s beauty, though remarkable, was merely skin–deep.

Vesta knew she offered more than just appearances.

She shifted her gaze to Thorne beside her.

Noticing Thorne glance at Charlene only momentarily before looking away, Vesta smiled subtly.

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As Granger’s eyes landed on Charlene amidst the bustling party scene, he noticed her calm demeanor even as Thorne and Vesta approached. With a slight, knowing smile, he said, “I’ll be right back.”

Charlene and Stewart nodded in acknowledgment.

Granger exchanged a few words with Thorne and Vesta before Dalton arrived. Spotting Vesta, Dalton instinctively gravitated towards her.

“Ms. Hawkins,” he greeted her with a polite nod.

“Mr. Ramirez,” she replied, returning his smile.

Dalton had been swamped with work lately, and seeing Vesta after this hiatus brought a familiar admiration to his eyes. He subtly took in her presence before turning to greet Granger and Thorne.

PrimeStar was currently a vital partner for The Ramirez Group, and Dalton was well aware of the stakes. After a brief chat with Granger, he made his way over to Stewart, initiating a greeting.

Once done, Dalton turned to Charlene, addressing her with a measured, “Ms. Ross.”

Charlene responded with a silent smile.

The invitations for PrimeStar’s gala had been distributed, but The Ramirez Group had been noticeably excluded. Dalton only discovered this oversight earlier that evening.

It seemed likely that PrimeStar wouldn’t attend The Ramirez Group’s upcoming event either.

This realization brought a frown to Dalton’s face.

Charlene and Stewart seemed to have little interest in engaging with him further. Stewart remarked, “Mr. Ramirez, we’re off to catch up with some old friends. Feel free to mingle.”

Before Dalton could respond, they turned and left. He knew well enough that they weren’t keen on extending the conversation.

Despite his genuine desire to forge a better relationship with Stewart, it was apparent that Stewart had no intention of reciprocating. His dislike for Dalton was barely disguised.

Dalton pursed his lips, feeling a bit miffed but without grounds to press the matter, he watched them disappear into the crowd.

In recent months, PrimeStar had been all the rage. Many attendees flocked to greet Charlene and Stewart, including several business partners PrimeStar had been courting.

Since PrimeStar’s product launch, Charlene had been the driving force behind many negotiations, earning her a formidable reputation. So much so, that several partners had made discreet attempts to lure her away to their companies. But Charlene, steadfast in her loyalty, declined each offer with grace.

Those who had attempted to poach her bore no ill will, maintaining a cordial respect towards her. One such entrepreneur, Mr. Sanderson, couldn’t resist making another pitch, this time in Stewart’s presence. “Ms. Ross, our company is a well–regarded name, offering excellent benefits and a lot of freedom. Name your terms; we can negotiate.”

Stewart rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.

Charlene, with a warm smile, gently declined, “I have no plans to leave PrimeStar at the moment, but thank you for the offer, Mr. Sanderson.”

Though rejected again, Mr. Sanderson sighed, undeterred.

Later, as he lamented his missed opportunity, a fellow guest inquired, “Sanderson, what’s with the long face? You look like you just missed out on a fortune.”

Mr. Sanderson chuckled ruefully, “Well, I might as well have

Seeing no competitive threat, he confided, “I found an extraordinary talent, but no matter how I try, she won’t budge,”

“And who might that be?” the guest asked, curious,

“PrimeStar’s Ms. Ross.”

“Really? She seems quite young. Is she really that impressive?

“She truly is.”

Even his top–tier technical team, all young prodigies in their field, sang Charlene’s praises after working with her, a testament to her exceptional skills.

Unaware of the accolades Charlene was receiving, Vesta was engaged in a conversation with Lanny.

Dalton, after briefly mingling, noticed Vesta standing alone and approached her.

“Mr. Ramirez,” Vesta greeted him with a soft smile.

Dalton nodded, turning to the gentleman beside her. “And you are?

Vesta introduced Lanny, explaining, “He’s my mentor. I’ve been learning a lot under his guidance.”

She had previously expressed her ambition to become Kenton’s student and had been working tirelessly towards that goal.

Seeing her dedication, Dalton took a step back and said, “TII leave you to it, then.”

Vesta nodded, her focus immediately returning to Lanny.

Captivated by her unwavering concentration, Dalton found it hard to tear his gaze away. Just then, someone came over to engage him in conversation, and Dalton excused himself.

A little later, as Dalton made his way to the restroom, he paused at the sight of Charlene and Thome. The memory of seeing them in a close embrace a couple of months ago resurfaced vividly in his mind.

Before he could fully process it, he saw Thorne hand Charlene a slice of cake. Dalton, lips pressed into a thin line, headed over to join them.

Charlene didn’t reach out to take it.

As Thorne approached, he spotted Dalton and turned around, saying, “Mr. Ramirez.”

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Dalton casually asked, “What are you guys chatting about?”

Thorne chuckled, “We haven’t even started yet.”

Dalton listened but didn’t say anything. Charlene didn’t bother to greet him and simply turned away, leaving the conversation hanging.

Noticing Thorne holding two glasses, Dalton asked, “What’s this?”

Thorne replied, “Some cocktails I had specially made. Care to try one, Mr. Ramirez?”

Dalton paused, “And the other one’s for Ms. Hawkins?”

“Exactly.”

Just as Dalton was about to speak, Thorne suddenly said, “Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Ramirez. Feel free to mingle.”

Dalton frowned and glanced in the direction Thorne headed, spotting Vesta standing with Stewart. Charlene was making her way towards them.

Dalton was taken aback for a moment.

It seemed Thorne was rushing over to make sure Vesta wasn’t being hassled by Charlene and Stewart.

With that thought, Dalton furrowed his brow and decided to follow suit.

Vesta had just arrived herself and hadn’t even started a conversation with Stewart before Charlene returned.

Unperturbed, Vesta ignored Charlene’s presence, addressing Stewart, “Mr. Ferguson-”

“You’re back?” Stewart interrupted, ignoring Vesta and turning to Charlene, “Everything alright?”

He had seen Thorne heading towards Charlene earlier and planned to follow, but Vesta sidetracked him.

Charlene shook her head, “All good.”

As Thorne had mentioned earlier, there wasn’t much time for things to escalate as Dalton had joined them shortly after.

So naturally, nothing significant had transpired.

Thorne and Dalton approached just then.

Handing the other drink to Vesta, Thorne asked, “What are we discussing?”

When Vesta saw Thorne, her expression softened. She accepted the drink he offered and smiled, saying, “I was hoping to ask Mr. Ferguson some questions, but I haven’t had the chance yet.”

Thorne nodded and looked at Stewart, “Would Mr. Ferguson be available for dinner sometime?”

It was a subtle invitation for Stewart to chat with Vesta alone.

Charlene’s gaze turned icy at this.

Stewart let out a humorless laugh, replying coldly, “Sorry, I don’t have time.”

With that, he turned to Charlene, “Shall we go, Charlene?”

Charlene nodded and, without another glance at the group, turned to leave.

Dalton had been slightly worried about any possible entanglements between Thorne and Charlene. But seeing Thorne’s concern for Vesta and his attempt to arrange a meeting with Stewart put his mind at ease.

There wasn’t any real animosity between Stewart and Vesta.

Stewart was Charlene’s main support.

If Thorne could bridge the gap between Vesta and Stewart, Charlene would lose her leverage.

This would indeed be beneficial for Vesta.

As they walked away, Stewart clicked his tongue and asked Charlene, “You sure you’re okay?”

Charlene nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Compared to things in the past, what Thorne did was hardly significant.

Stewart asked, “Heading home?”

They had planned to leave anyway.

They just hadn’t expected such an incident to occur before their departure.

Charlene agreed, “Sure.“”

Before leaving, they made sure to say goodbye to Granger.

Granger was surprised they were leaving so soon. But he could tell Charlene wasn’t one for socializing.

Knowing her preference, he didn’t press her, “Let me see you out.”

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Three days after The Harden Group’s gala, PrimeStar hosted their own soirée.

Granger showed up pretty early that evening.

Without the likes of Vesta, Thorne, or Dalton around, the PrimeStar event went off without a hitch.

The party was bustling with guests.

Charlene and Stewart were quite occupied, not having much time to pay special attention to Granger.

It wasn’t until halfway through the event that they spotted Granger deeply engaged in conversation with Vernon. That’s when it hit them: he hadn’t left early after all. This was particularly notable because the Hawkins family’s gala was also taking place that same night.

They assumed Granger had come early intending to leave midway to attend the Hawkins family event.

But surprisingly, he stuck around.

Stewart, visibly pleased, couldn’t help but remark, “Now that’s what I call valuing a partnership with PrimeStar. Look at Granger as an example. As for Dalton… well, he’s not even worth mentioning.”

Charlene was a bit taken aback as well.

Granger showing such respect meant Charlene and Stewart couldn’t just let him be.

They approached Granger, politely saying, “Mr. Harden, we apologize if the service has been less than perfect with so many guests tonight.”

Throughout the evening, Granger’s attention occasionally drifted to Charlene, though it went unnoticed by everyone else.

Granger clinked glasses with Stewart and Charlene, taking a sip of his wine before replying, “We’re all friends here, no need to be so formal.”

Despite the amiable working relationship they had developed, Stewart never really considered them friends.

He figured Granger’s words were just polite small talk, nothing more.

Nevertheless, Stewart appreciated Granger’s ability to put personal grievances aside for the sake of business.

Even though Granger was conversing with Stewart, his focus was actually on Charlene.

The evening was a big night for both Stewart and Charlene.

Despite Stewart’s protective presence, Charlene ended up drinking quite a bit.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled, giving her a softer, almost endearing appearance that differed from her usual reserved demeanor.

Granger’s grip on his wine glass tightened as he averted his gaze.

Charlene wasn’t drunk, just slightly tipsy.

As the party wound down, Charlene escorted Granger to the door. In the biting cold, he noticed her slender legs peeking out from beneath her elegant gown. He said, “You don’t have to see me off any further.”

Charlene nodded, “Alright, take care.”

Granger looked at her, as if wanting to say something more, but he paused and decided against it, turning to leave instead.

When all the important guests had departed, Charlene finally got into Vernon’s car and left the hotel.

Granger hadn’t actually left yet.

Concerned that Charlene might have trouble after drinking, he waited to see her safely drive away in Vernon’s car before telling his own driver, “Alright, let’s go.”

The next morning, Charlene woke up and joined Maisie and Helena for breakfast as they discussed getting ready for New Year.

Tomorrow was New Year Eve.

The company was officially on holiday starting today.

Charlene chimed in, “I’ll come with you guys for the shopping.”

Helena smiled warmly, “Great, let’s all go together.”

Her smile faltered slightly as she added, “Charlene, is Minnie spending New Year with the Henderson family this year?”

At the mention of Jasmine, Charlene’s smile faded a bit. She replied, “I guess so.”

The last time she had seen Thorne, in the elevator during a meeting with Teague, he had subtly hinted at wanting her to look after Jasmine. But since that day, neither Thorne nor Jasmine had reached out to her.

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Given the current situation, it’s likely that Jasmine will be spending New Year with the Henderson family.

Helena felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of Jasmine being away and also felt sorry for Charlene.

Charlene, however, remained composed and reassured Helena, saying, “Grandma, I’m alright. As long as Minnie is happy, that’s what matters.”

Helena suspected Charlene was just putting on a brave face to keep her from worrying.

With a quiet sigh, Helena decided not to press the matter further

After breakfast, Charlene and Maisie headed out to do some last–minute New Year shopping.

The shopping district was decked out with festive lights, and familiar carols filled the air, creating a strong holiday spirit.

Maisie and the others had already done a round of shopping, so this trip was more about tying up loose ends.

Children on the street were already donning festive sweaters and holding adorable little Santa lanterns.

Charlene paused, watching a little girl skipping along the street. It reminded her of the New Year outfits she used to buy for Jasmine before she left with Thorne overseas.

Jasmine used to adore those outfits and the little lanterns.

Before, the lanterns were Jasmine’s favorite toys. She could spend hours playing with them, watching the candlelight dance inside.

But that was two years ago.

Since Jasmine left, she spent one New Year abroad with Thorne.

Last year, she returned home. But she no longer took joy in these festive traditions. She found them tacky and refused to wear the clothes.

Charlene didn’t force her. She tried picking out different things, but Jasmine wasn’t interested.

At first, Charlene thought it was a matter of taste, but eventually realized Jasmine simply didn’t want to wear anything she bought.

Charlene shook off the memories and caught up with Helena and Maisie.

When Carl and Nadine learned Charlene and Maisie were out shopping, they secretly messaged her, asking her to pick up some fireworks for New Year’s Eve so they could set them off in the garden.

Charlene read the message, smiled, and replied, “Sure.”

Throughout her marriage to Thorne, he was rarely at Starfall, even during holidays.

Still, after marrying him, she always went back to Henderson Mansion with Jasmine for New Year, even if Thorne wasn’t there.

Reflecting on it, she realized it had been seven years since she last celebrated New Year at the Ross family home.

As she put her phone away, ready to buy some fireworks, it suddenly rang.

It was Stewart calling.

He mentioned he’d purchased a lot of fancy fireworks and offered to send some her way.

Charlene didn’t stand on ceremony and said, “Thanks, Stewart.”

From the sounds of it, Stewart was planning to send plenty, so she decided not to buy any more.

After finishing their shopping and returning home, Charlene’s phone buzzed again.

This time, it was Granger calling.

Charlene paused and answered, “Mr. Harden.”

“I ordered a small batch of fireworks recently, and Daisy suggested I send some your way. Can you send me your address? I’ll have them delivered.”

Charlene hesitated, instinctively refusing, “Mr. Harden, that’s not necessary-”

“Well, then you can call Daisy and tell her that?”

She paused for a moment before saying, “Please thank Daisy for me.”

Chapter 286

Stewart had been to the Ross family’s place, and he personally delivered the fireworks right to their doorstep.

When it came to Granger, Charlene gave him the address near the Ross family’s villa to avoid any unnecessary complications.

It was just after two in the afternoon when Charlene drove over for the meet–up.

Granger had mentioned over the phone that he would send someone to deliver the fireworks to her. But when she parked her car and got out, it was Granger himself she was greeted by.

“Hey, you made it?” Granger asked with a casual smile.

“Yeah…” Charlene replied, nodding slightly.

“Pop the trunk for me.” ”

Charlene did as he asked, and Granger transferred the fireworks and a few holiday gifts into her car.

Looking at the holiday gifts, Charlene couldn’t help but protest, “Oh, you didn’t have to bring these-”

“Daisy insisted I bring them over to you,” Granger interjected with a chuckle.

Charlene was momentarily at a loss for words. Then, she put a small token she’d prepared along with some gifts she’d picked up after lunch into Granger’s car. “These are for Daisy,” she said.

Granger glanced at the items and smiled warmly, “Sounds great.”

Among Charlene’s gifts, he noticed a cute and quirky stuffed rabbit and picked it up, intrigued. “What’s this?”

“It’s a bunny lantern,” Charlene explained. “I got two–one’s a snake baby, the other a bunny. I thought the kids would like them.”

Granger inspected the lanterns, both done up charmingly and festively, and nodded in agreement. “I’m sure Daisy will love them. Thanks.”

“Well, it’s just a little something in return,” Charlene said modestly.

Granger returned the bunny to its place and glanced at a nearby coffee shop. “Want to grab a coffee?”

Charlene shook her head, “Thanks, but I’ve got things to do. I need to head out again soon.”

Irma was due to be discharged from the hospital that evening, and she needed to accompany Helena there later.

“Alright then,” Granger said, a little disappointed.

Charlene didn’t linger, she got back in her car and drove off.

Once home, she and Helena gathered the gifts they had prepared for Irma and headed out.

Before going to the hospital, they had already informed Irma of their visit.

Whether by chance or design, when they arrived, only Irma and her caregiver, Abbey, were there.

Helena looked a bit disappointed not to see Jasmine but didn’t mention it.

Irma noticed Helena’s expression and felt a pang of guilt. She was aware of Charlene and Thorne’s impending divorce. Ever since her son Lloyd had returned home for a holiday and Charlene hadn’t shown up, Irma knew that Charlene was distancing herself from the Henderson family, even if the divorce wasn’t official yet.

Irma suspected that Charlene wouldn’t be spending the upcoming holidays with the Hendersons this year.

She had broached the subject of Jasmine’s custody with Thorne recently, but he refused to budge. As for where Jasmine would spend the holidays, Thorne had mentioned she could decide for herself. But

Jasmine had been traveling abroad and was only returning tonight, so Irma hadn’t had the chance to discuss 11.

Seeing her old friend Helena so downcast, Irma felt even more remorseful. But with Jasmine more attached to Thorne lately, she couldn’t make any promises to Helena or Charlene without Jasmine’s input.

Irma said nothing about it. But Charlene and Helena understood where she stood.

They didn’t bring up Jasmine and instead focused on light–hearted topics and Irma’s recovery.

Not long after, Irma was discharged, and Charlene and Helena didn’t stay much longer, leaving after about half an hour.

Irma had prepared some holiday gifts for them as well, which she had her caregiver bring down when they left.

Shortly after they departed, Thorne arrived at the hospital.

Irma knew he had deliberately stayed away to avoid Charlene. With their divorce almost finalized, Irma knew there was little she could do to stop it.

Watching Thorne sit by her side, peeling an apple with practiced ease, Irma sighed and spoke softly, “Thorne, Minnie is Charlene’s daughter too. Can’t you let her have custody?”

Thorne didn’t pause in his task, his voice calm. “Minnie is my daughter too.”

Irma huffed, “For years, you barely paid attention to Minnie, and now you want custody?”

Thorne chuckled softly, cutting the apple into slices and offering them to Irma. “I’ve changed.”

Irma turned her head away, refusing the offering and his explanation.

Thorne set the plate down gently. “Grandma, it’s between us. Please, don’t worry about it.”

After finalizing the discharge, Thorne took Irma back to the family estate and planned to head to the airport to pick up the returning Jasmine later that day.

Chapter 287

“Dad, Ms. Hawkins!”

As soon as they stepped out of the airport, Jasmine spotted Thorne and Vesta, She quickly let go of Latonia’s hand and dashed toward them, launching herself into their arms.

Inside the car, Jasmine rummaged through her backpack, pulling out quirky little trinkets she’d picked up during her travels to show Vesta and Thorne,

“Dad, Ms. Hawkins, I got you guys some gifts!”

Vesta accepted them, gently ruffling Jasmine’s hair with a smile. “Thank you, Minnie

Today was the day Irma was discharged from the hospital, so Thorne and Jasmine were headed back to the family home for dinner.

After leaving the airport and dropping Vesta off at her place, Thorne instructed the driver to turn the car towards the family estate.

In the car, Thorne was busy with work.

Jasmine didn’t bother him, keeping herself entertained with her own thoughts.

Once they reached the family estate, Jasmine jumped out of the car, her backpack bouncing as she ran towards the house, calling out, “Mom, Mom!”

Thorne packed up his laptop and got out of the car, responding leisurely, “Your mom’s not here.”

Jasmine stopped in her tracks, turning back to him with a puzzled expression. “Huh? Mom’s not here?”

“That’s right.”

“Is she still busy with work?”

Thorne gently tousled her hair. “Maybe you could give her a call and find out.”

“Oh…”

Lately, every time Jasmine tried calling her mom, she got no answer.

It wasn’t as tough when she was at home, but being abroad felt different. Even though her dad and Ms. Hawkins called and video–chatted with her daily, she still felt a pang of loneliness and homesickness without them nearby.

During those first days in a foreign country, she missed her mom the most. She called her every day. But her mom never picked up.

Eventually, she got used to it, figuring her mom was probably too busy to answer. So she stopped calling.

Before coming back, she secretly hoped her mom would be at the airport to greet her.

But when Dad and Ms. Hawkins said they would pick her up, she didn’t call her mom.

She assumed her mom would definitely be at the family home.

But now…

Thinking about it made Jasmine not want to call her mom anymore. She felt that even if she did, her mom probably wouldn’t have time to answer.

When she got to the estate and realized Charlene wasn’t there, the excitement of coming home quickly faded.

Thorne crouched down, gently pinching her cheek, raising an eyebrow. “Are you crying?”

Jasmine pouted and turned her head away. “No, I’m not!”

Thorne said, “Have you given up? Don’t want to call your mom anymore?”

Jasmine didn’t reply immediately. After a moment, she mumbled softly, “N–no, I still want to call her.”

Thorne chuckled, not pushing further, and lifted her up into his arms. “Let’s head inside.”

Jasmine wrapped her arms around Thorne’s neck, snuggling into his warm, comforting embrace, her mood improving a bit.

The whole Henderson family was waiting for them to start dinner.

When they walked in, everyone turned to look.

Especially Irma, who beamed at the sight of Jasmine. “Minnie, you’re back! Come over here, let me have a good look at you.”

Jasmine hopped out of Thorne’s arms, running over to her great–grandmother. “Great–grandma!”

Then she greeted the others, “Grandma, Aunt Claudia, Uncle Terence.”

Claudia and Tiffany both acknowledged her, though their responses were quite reserved.

Terence, on the other hand, was delighted. He stood up, picked her up, and began to playfully tease her.

Jasmine giggled happily at his antics.

Suddenly, Terence turned his head and asked, “Hey bro, where’s Charlene?”

Chapter 288

Claudia and the others arrived home, expecting to find Charlene, but she was nowhere in sight. They assumed she must have gone to the airport with Thorne to pick someone up.

Now, with Thorne and Jasmine back, Charlene’s absence struck them as odd. Still, none of them were too concerned to ask about her whereabouts.

Thorne simply mentioned, “She’s got something going on.”

Terence didn’t think much of it and continued playing with Jasmine.

Irma seemed to have an inkling but chose to stay silent.

After dinner, Jasmine played by herself for a while. Feeling a bit bored, she decided to give Charlene a call, even though she wasn’t expecting much.

Charlene wasn’t one to let herself take it easy, even during a holiday. When Jasmine called, Charlene was absorbed in going through the materials Kenton had provided. When she saw Jasmine’s name flash on her phone, she realized it had been almost a month since their last conversation. She quickly picked up and answered, “Hello?”

Jasmine was surprised, as Charlene hadn’t picked up her calls in ages. “Mom!”

Charlene kept her focus on her computer and responded nonchalantly, “Yeah.”

Jasmine didn’t notice her distracted tone, too thrilled to care. “Mom, I’m back from Europe!”

Charlene had no idea Jasmine had even left the country. “Okay,” she replied, acknowledging the news.

Once Charlene answered, Jasmine couldn’t contain her excitement. She bounced on the bed, brimming with joy. “Mom, when will you be done with your work? Will you come home tonight? I want you to cuddle me to sleep, and I have so many fun stories to tell you. Plus, I’d love to have your breakfast tomorrow morning. When are you coming back?”

Charlene hadn’t mentioned that she wouldn’t be returning to the Henderson house anymore. “Mom’s busy these days. How about next month? I’ll take you out somewhere fun.”

It had been ages since Charlene took her out, so the prospect of an outing delighted Jasmine.

But…

“Next month?” Even though it was just a few days away, it seemed like forever to Jasmine. But she didn’t complain. Instead, she asked, “When next month?”

Even through the phone, Charlene could feel Jasmine’s longing and eagerness to see her. Charlene’s grip on her mouse tightened before she replied, “We’ll see. I’ll let you know once I’ve decided, okay?”

“Alright…”

Charlene asked, “Have you taken a shower?”

“Not yet, but I will soon.”

“Okay, go ahead and shower. Mom has work to do, so I’m going to hang up now.”

“But we just started talking, and you’re already leaving?” Jasmine was reluctant to end the call. She checked the call duration, then pleaded, “Mom, we’ve only talked for two minutes. Can we chat a bit longer?”

Charlene assured her, “Next time I have some free time, if you want to chat, I’ll talk to you longer.”

Hearing this, Jasmine reluctantly agreed, “Okay… you have to promise, Mom.”

Charlene replied, “I promise.”

With that, Jasmine said, “Alright… bye, Mom.”

“Bye,” Charlene said, then ended the call.

Jasmine suddenly remembered she hadn’t told her mom about the gift she bought for her. Just as she was about to say something, she realized Charlene had already hung up, leaving her feeling a bit dejected.

She put down her phone and headed to the study to find Thorne,

Thorne was in the middle of a video conference. When Jasmine entered, he turned off the camera and muted the microphone. “What’s up? Couldn’t get through?”

Chapter 289

Jasmine shook her head and said, “I got through.”

Thorne held her close, gently rubbing her temple with his thumb, noticing how her eyebrows and eyes looked so much like his. “Got through, but you’re not happy?”

Jasmine furrowed her little brows. “I am happy, but…”

It had been so long since she’d called her mom, and after finally talking to her, she really was happy. But still…

Thorne prompted, “But what?”

Jasmine mumbled, “But I also feel a bit sad.”

“Sounds a bit deep, doesn’t it? But…” Thorne propped his chin on his hand and chuckled, “Maybe it’s because you miss her too much after not seeing her for so long. Once your mom’s less busy, she’ll spend more time with you.”

Jasmine nodded, though still looking a bit down. “But Mom said she’s really busy and can only come next

month…”

“Then next month it is. Dad will wait with you.”

“Okay.”

Feeling tired, Jasmine chatted a little more, yawned, and then slipped out of his embrace to head back to her room for some rest.

The next day was New Year’s Eve.

All morning, Claudia and Terence hadn’t seen any sign of Charlene.

When her husband returned for the holidays, Charlene hadn’t shown up at all. Claudia thought something big must have happened with the Ross family.

Charlene was absent even when the family matriarch was discharged from the hospital yesterday. Thorne had said she was busy, and knowing how much Charlene cared for her son, Claudia didn’t think Charlene would ever consider divorce, so she didn’t dwell on it.

But it was New Year’s Eve.

Charlene wasn’t in a profession like her husband’s where she couldn’t afford to take two days off to come by.

So…

Around eleven, when Thorne came downstairs, Claudia couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, “Are you and Charlene divorced already?”

Terence was right there, too.

With Charlene not around these past two days, he hadn’t given it much thought.

Upon hearing the question, he was utterly stunned.

Thorne took a sip of his coffee and replied calmly, “Not yet, but we’re in the process.”

Terence’s eyes widened.

So, they really were getting a divorce?

He had always known Thorne didn’t care much for Charlene, but…

They’d been together for so many years, he thought they’d just continue like this indefinitely.

But now…

Now, it seemed they were definitely splitting up.

Claudia looked at Thorne.

If there was no love, then a separation was for the best.

But for Vesta…

She was about to speak, but Thorne seemed to guess her thoughts. He stood up and said, “Got a meeting upstairs.”

With that, he left.

Claudia frowned, “You-”

Meanwhile, at the Ross family home.

After a day of hustle and bustle and a hearty dinner, night had fully set in.

Charlene and Carl were getting ready to light some fireworks when Granger video–called her.

Charlene paused.

Granger calling her via video was unusual.

So…

Charlene picked up, and sure enough, Daisy’s little face popped up on the screen.

“Ms. Ross!”

“Hey there.” Charlene smiled. “Happy New Year, Daisy.”

“Happy New Year!”

Daisy, possibly in the garden, handed the phone to Granger and lifted the little rabbit–shaped lantern glowing with a warm orange light for Charlene to see. “Isn’t my lantern pretty? I love it, thanks, Ms. Ross!”

“I’m glad you like it, Daisy. You’re welcome.”

Daisy beamed. “Ms. Ross, Uncle and I are going to set off fireworks soon; do you want to join us?”

Charlene assumed by fireworks, Daisy meant visiting the Harden family.

She replied, “Not tonight, I’ve got other plans. Maybe next time.”

“Oh… alright.”

After chatting a bit more, Daisy got distracted by something else and wandered off.

Granger took the phone back and said, “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” Charlene replied.

With Daisy gone, the video call felt a bit awkward for Charlene.

Granger asked, “Any plans for later? Fireworks too? Or heading out for the countdown?”

Charlene shook her head. “Probably going to.”

Carl and Nadine wanted to go, so she’d likely join them for a stroll.

She thought Granger was asking casually, so she didn’t give it much thought.

She still felt there wasn’t much to say between her and Granger.

She said, “I’ve got to go now, okay?” Granger replied, “Alright.” Charlene nodded, gave Granger a quick glance, and then ended the video call.

Chapter 290

Granger had just hung up the phone when Daisy came running over, clutching a small lantern. “Uncle, I want to video call Minnie!”

Granger hesitated for a moment before agreeing, “Alright.”

The video call connected quickly, and Jasmine appeared on the other end.

As soon as Jasmine answered, Daisy excitedly exclaimed, “Minnie, look! My lantern!”

Concerned that Jasmine might not get a good view over the video, Daisy asked Granger to hold the phone while she stepped back a bit further to show off the entire lantern.

They were in a small garden, and the dim lighting made the glowing lantern look even more magical.

Jasmine watched, a familiar feeling tugging at her memory. Daisy returned, her eyes shining. “This was a Halloween gift from my aunt. Isn’t it pretty and cute?”

Jasmine couldn’t remember much from a few years back, but seeing Daisy with the lantern brought back some vague memories. “It is really pretty and cute,” she agreed, pausing before adding, “I think I might have played with something like that once.”

“Really? Don’t you have one now?” Daisy asked.

Jasmine shook her head, “No, I don’t.”

The idea of running around the garden at night with a lantern seemed like so much fun. She couldn’t resist saying, “I’ll go ask Dad to get me one! Don’t hang up; we’ll chat again soon.”

Before Daisy could respond, Jasmine was already dashing upstairs, phone in hand.

On New Year’s Eve, the Henderson family would have a few extended relatives over to celebrate.

Thorne was mingling when Jasmine came running up to him. Excusing himself from the conversation, he picked her up and moved to a quieter spot. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Aunt Daisy gave Daisy a lantern, and I want one too.”

“A lantern?” Thorne asked, puzzled.

“Not the ones we hang on the porch for Halloween,” Jasmine clarified, showing Daisy on the phone again. “Daisy, show my dad the lantern.”

“Okay,” Daisy replied, stepping back to reveal the whole lantern.

Thorne looked at it and said to Daisy through the video, “Got it, thanks, Daisy.”

“You’re welcome,” Daisy chirped.

Turning to Granger, who was holding the phone, Thorne asked, “Got any plans for later?”

Granger paused before replying, “I might head out for New Year’s Eve celebrations. How about you?”

“I’ll be heading out later too,” Thorne replied.

Granger had a hunch. Given the special day, Thorne would likely be seeking out Vesta.

Granger didn’t pry further and instead shifted the conversation, “Were you busy earlier?”

“Yeah, we still have guests at the house,” Thorne said.

Being the head of the Henderson family meant Thorne had to play host, even during the holidays. Granger understood.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it,” Granger said.

Before handing the phone back to Jasmine, Thorne paused and smiled, “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” Jasmine echoed.

Thorne returned the phone to Jasmine, promising, “You two go ahead and chat. I’ll have someone get you a lantern.”

“Awesome!” Jasmine beamed.

With that, Thorne walked away, and Granger handed the phone back to Daisy so she could continue her chat with Jasmine.

When discussing plans earlier, Granger hadn’t asked Thorne where he was heading, just as Thorne hadn’t invited him to join for the New Year’s countdown. The lack of an invite suggested that Thorne intended to spend the evening without any interruptions.

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Unknown Divorce: Revelation Beyond Time Novel by Miss Lyra (Chapters 271 to 280)  

Chapter 271

Seated across from the Henderson family, the new guests had only just arrived, still taking in their surroundings and the people around them. It was their first time laying eyes on Jasmine.

One of them couldn’t help but remark, “I can’t believe Thorne’s kids are this grown. Does that mean Thorne got hitched ages ago?”

Rumors had been swirling lately that Thorne had children, but they’d dismissed them as mere gossip. Now, seeing it firsthand, they realized the truth of it.

Thorne took a sip of his coffee, nodding affirmatively. The others chuckled awkwardly. They had brought their daughter along today, hoping for an introduction, maybe even a match. But Thorne was already married, it seemed.

Their daughter was lovely, gentle, and quiet, but Thorne hadn’t spared her a glance the entire time they’d been there, a solid half–hour. Clearly, he wasn’t interested, and perhaps even if he were single, their daughter might not have stood a chance.

Meanwhile, over at the arcade, Granger and Daisy had played for over an hour before leaving due to prior commitments.

Charlene had been engrossed in writing her thesis before coming out. It was nearly done; she planned to review the latest sections later, and then send it over to Kenton for feedback before finally submitting it.

Lost in thought, she was immersed in a VR game, oblivious to someone exiting the nearby cinema and spotting her.

Leah noticed her playing alone, chuckled to herself, and turned away, heading out.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the opulent Hawkins family mansion. She dashed upstairs, surprised to find Rhoda there. “Mom, weren’t you supposed to go shopping? What brings you to Auntie’s place?”

“Oh, I just finished shopping and thought I’d drop by,” Rhoda said casually.

Though the Spencer family lived in a nice enough place, it paled in comparison to the mansion Thorne had bought for Maureen. Ever since the Hawkins family had moved in, Rhoda found reasons to visit frequently, drawn by the grandeur.

Leah felt the same way. The Spencer and Hawkins families were close, so she too found herself visiting often as if it were her own home.

Settling in comfortably, she teased, “Mom, Auntie, Vesta, guess who I saw at the arcade?”

Vesta, lounging by the expansive bay window with a book, immediately guessed but had no interest in the topic.

Rhoda, however, was intrigued. “Did you see Charlene?”

“Yep!” Leah replied, munching on a handful of popcorn. “Since my brother–in–law isn’t letting her tag along to Henderson Mansion anymore, she’s all alone at the arcade, playing games. Poor thing, she looked so pitiful from behind.”

Chapter 272

They had known about this for quite some time.

Yet when Leah mentioned it, Rhoda couldn’t help but laugh with genuine delight.

Vesta, on the other hand, remained engrossed in her book, her face betraying no emotion.

Maureen was much the same.

It seemed as though Charlene was no longer worth their concern.

Sensing Leah’s desire to continue, Maureen spoke calmly, “Leah, your cousin is studying. Let’s not disturb her.”

“Oh…”

Leah observed her cousin Vesta’s intense focus and remarked, “Didn’t the teacher arrive this morning? It’s past five in the evening now, and she’s still studying. Just watching her makes me feel tired. Aren’t you exhausted, cousin?”

Rhoda chimed in, “Of course, she’s tired. But your cousin is destined for great things. I’ve always told you to learn from her, but you never listen.”

Then, with a warm smile, she added, “But Vesta, while hard work is important, you should take a break. Why not come and grab a bite?”

Without lifting her head, Vesta replied, “No need, Thorne and I have dinner plans. I’ll just read a bit more before heading out.”

After finishing her game, Charlene spent over three hours revising her paper at the Ross family home. Once she was sure it was perfect, she sent it off to Kenton.

She stretched her arms, left her room, and headed downstairs, only to find her grandmother standing at the door in the chilly winter air, apparently waiting for someone.

Charlene frowned and hurried over, “Grandma, you-”

Before she could finish, the sound of a car pulling up interrupted her.

Just as she reached the door, she saw a vehicle drive into the courtyard. Jasmine quickly hopped out, running towards them, “Mom, Great–Grandma!”

“Ah!”

Helena’s eyes twinkled with joy as she bent down to embrace her.

Initially, Jasmine intended to run to Charlene, but seeing Helena’s open arms, she hugged her first.

Helena asked, “Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?”

“I just ate with Dad, so I’m not hungry,” Jasmine replied, stepping out of Helena’s embrace and tiptoeing over to Charlene, “Mom, carry me!”

Charlene bent down to pick her up, maintaining her smile even as the faint scent of perfume wafted from Jasmine.

This time, Thorne hadn’t personally brought Jasmine over.

Jasmine had left the car door open, so the driver stepped out to close it, nodding a greeting at Charlene and Helena before driving off.

With school the next day, Jasmine didn’t stay up long. After a bath, she was tucked into bed.

Charlene made sure she was snug under the covers, then picked up her phone and sent Thorne a message.

[Have the driver pick Minnie up tomorrow afternoon. And don’t just drop her off without a heads–up next time.]

Whether he hadn’t seen it or was simply busy, Thorne didn’t respond that night.

The following day, after dropping Jasmine at school and returning to the office, Charlene finally received a message from Thorne.

[Okay.]

Charlene read the message, set her phone down, and got back to work.

After two days of hard work, the weekend arrived.

On Monday morning, Charlene received a response from Kenton: [Looks good, you can submit it.]

It had been a while since Charlene and Stewart had last seen Kenton.

Chapter 273

That evening, after officially submitting their work, they decided to take Kenton out for dinner.

This time, Kenton didn’t turn them down.

As they arrived at the restaurant, Charlene got out of the car with Kenton and the others, heading upstairs, completely unaware that Granger’s car was parked not too far away.

Granger, however, paused for a moment when he saw Charlene and the group before he stepped out of his car, carrying a sleepy Daisy.

Moran was the first to arrive.

Seeing him, he greeted, “You’re here?”

Granger nodded, “Yeah.”

A few minutes later, as Daisy was just waking up, Thorne, Vesta, Jasmine, and Leah showed up.

Seeing Leah, Granger averted his gaze.

Leah, on the other hand, was all smiles, walking briskly over to him with a sweet greeting, “Granger.”

Granger looked at her with a cool expression, not responding.

Leah felt the awkwardness creeping in, but then Jasmine approached. Noticing Daisy seemed a little off, she asked, “Daisy, are you feeling okay?”

Daisy replied, “Not really…”

Granger, catching Jasmine’s eye, offered a gentle smile, “Daisy’s fine, just a bit groggy from.waking up.”

With Jasmine there, Daisy climbed down from Granger’s arms and joined her on the couch to chat.

When Vesta arrived, she took a seat next to Thorne, sipped the water he handed her, and then pulled out a book from her bag. She said to Granger and the others, “I’m gonna read a bit. You guys chat. Don’t mind me.”

Everyone was aware that Vesta was studying under Lanny. Watching her commitment, Moran couldn’t resist teasing her, “Bringing a book to dinner? Isn’t that going a bit overboard?”

Leah, now sitting next to Granger, chimed in, “My cousin’s been like this all week–super dedicated.”

Granger was aware of Vesta’s ambition to become Kenton’s student.

And Kenton was, in fact, dining not far from their private room.

Yet, he kept that to himself.

As he thought about it, a realization struck him.

Earlier downstairs, when he saw Charlene with Stewart and Kenton, he initially assumed Charlene was there because of Stewart.

But if that were true, she would have been standing next to Stewart.

Charlene wasn’t the most social person, yet she seemed quite familiar while chatting with Kenton.

PrimeStar’s projects had only been in development for a few months.

Charlene had left The Henderson Group to join PrimeStar around the same time–about three or four months ago.

Lanny had mentioned a few days back that Charlene was more capable than him.

And suddenly he remembered how Vesta wanted to join PrimeStar, but Stewart, due to Charlene, had promptly turned. down Vesta, whom they all thought was exceptional.

Back then, both he and Moran believed there was something between Charlene and Stewart, which was why Stewart chose Charlene over Vesta.

But now……

Watching Vesta flipping through her book and earnestly asking Thorne questions when she didn’t understand something, a light bulb went on in Granger’s head. He suddenly stood up, frozen by his realization.

Chapter 274

“Granger?”

Thorne and the others, including Moran, paused and looked at him in surprise as he suddenly stood up.

Seeing his unusual expression, Thorne asked, “Is something wrong?”

Granger snapped back to reality, his gaze lingering on Thorne and Vesta before he slowly shook his head. “No, nothing,” he replied, sitting back down.

Leah started to say, “Granger, I-”

But Granger seemed not to hear her. Instead, he turned to Daisy with a gentle tone, “Daisy, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?”

“Yes, please,” Daisy replied eagerly.

She scampered over and took a couple of sips from the cup Granger held out before dashing back to chat with Jasmine. They had been discussing a little toy Jasmine had brought for her.

After finishing her drink, Daisy handed a small figurine to Jasmine. “I got this when I went to see a movie over the New Year holiday. It’s for you.”

Jasmine was delighted, accepting it with wide eyes. “You went to the movies on New Year’s too?”

“Yeah! My Uncle and that lady took me,” Daisy said, beaming. “After the movie, we played some games. That lady is really good at them, but we had to leave early because my Uncle had something come up.”

“My Uncle Terence took me to a movie that morning too, but he was in a hurry to meet his friends, so we didn’t have time to look around. I didn’t even know they sold these figurines,” Jasmine said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Hearing Daisy praise her Aunt’s gaming skills, Jasmine added softly, “My mom is really good at games too.” “Next time, let’s have your mom and my aunt join us for a game day!” Daisy suggested cheerfully.

As they chatted, both girls noticed Thorne watching them.

“Dad, what’s up?” Jasmine asked.

Thorne gave a small smile, “Nothing, just listening to you two.”

“Oh…”

After ordering their food, Moran suddenly turned to Granger. “By the way, Granger, how’s the project with PrimeStar coming along? Everything on track?”

“Pretty smoothly,” Granger replied.

Moran raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? No hitches or surprises?”

Vesta, who had been reading intently, paused slightly at this.

Having known each other for years, Granger understood that Moran’s “surprises” referred to whether Charlene had made any blunders or mishaps.

He noticed Thorne was also paying attention, seemingly interested in the topic.

Granger lowered his gaze and replied, “Nope.”

“Really?” Moran seemed surprised.

“Yep.” Vesta, hearing this, pursed her lips slightly before turning the page of her book.

Thorne sipped his coffee without joining the conversation.

Finding the topic dull, Moran quickly moved on.

After about two hours, they finished their meal and left.

Just as they did, Charlene and Kenton was also heading downstairs to leave.

Once she was back home, Charlene started diving into the materials Kenton had provided her. The documents. included the latest plans in the Al field from various countries–conceptual ideas that hadn’t yet materialized into actual products.

Charlene studied them for a long time, losing track of time as the sky outside gradually brightened.

It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that her Aunt Maisie gently knocked on her door. “Charlene, breakfast is ready.”

Charlene responded, “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”

After brushing her teeth and taking a shower, she picked up the phone to call Stewart.

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Stewart rubbed his aching temples, his eyes barely open. “I knew it! You haven’t slept either, have you?”

“I’m heading down for some breakfast. How about we catch up afterward?” Charlene suggested.

Even though Stewart’s eyes felt gritty and sore, he couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice. “Absolutely! We’ve got to talk!”

Ideas have a way of slipping away if you don’t seize them quickly.

“Sounds good.”

After Charlene had her breakfast, she was about to video call Stewart when Padgett’s call came through.

“Hey, I just got a call from Thorne’s lawyer. The titles for those three extra villas Thorne transferred over to you are ready. I’ll go pick them up later. Do you have time to swing by and collect them? Or we can set up a time, and I can bring them to you.”

Charlene had almost forgotten about this whole thing. Her mind was elsewhere these days.

“Thanks, Mr. Padgett. If you could handle that, it’d be great,” she replied.

Once she hung up, Charlene and Stewart dove straight into their work, pushing through until noon when their brains felt like they might just explode from overuse. They finally took a breather.

The last time Charlene had visited Irma was the previous Sunday. She and Helena had planned to see Irma in the afternoon.

But Charlene hadn’t slept a wink last night, so over lunch, she suggested to Helena they postpone the visit until after dinner.

Helena took one look at Charlene’s tired face and nodded. “Sure, let’s go after we’ve eaten.”

Charlene crashed for a nap and didn’t wake up until nearly six. After dinner, she and Helena headed to the hospital.

When they arrived, Thorne was nowhere in sight. Charlene and Helena spent almost two hours with Irma, and just as they were about to leave, Thorne showed up.

He didn’t seem surprised to see them, almost as if he expected their visit. As they prepared to go, he politely said, “Thank you for visiting Grandma.”

Charlene and Helena didn’t bother to respond.

Thorne pressed the elevator button for them and casually asked Charlene, “Did you get the property titles?”

“Not yet.”

As Charlene and Helena stepped into the elevator, Thorne made a move to join them, but Charlene quickly said, “No need to see us off. You should head back.”

Thorne paused and didn’t insist. He didn’t push the issue of the property titles either, as if it was just an excuse to chat.

Once the elevator doors closed, Helena asked, “What property titles?”

“Part of the divorce settlement. He gave me some of the properties.”

Helena shrugged. “If he’s giving them, you might as well keep them.”

“Yeah, I know.”

When they got home, Padgett was there too, dropping off the documents. He didn’t linger long and left shortly afterward.

Charlene took the property titles to her room, shoved them into a drawer, and headed straight for the shower. Exhausted from the long day and lack of sleep, she didn’t take long to fall asleep afterward.

The next morning, Charlene went for a jog downstairs, had breakfast, and headed to work.

As she was about to turn her car into the parking garage of the PrimeStar building, she noticed Granger sitting in his car, window rolled down.

Charlene frowned. What on earth was he doing here so early? As far as she remembered, PrimeStar didn’t have any meetings scheduled with Granger today.

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As she was lost in thought, Granger spotted her car and walked over.

Charlene slowly rolled down her window. “Mr. Harden.”

Granger replied, “Morning.”

Charlene nodded, “Morning.” Then she asked, “Is there something you need, Mr. Harden?”

Honestly, Granger didn’t have a concrete reason for being there. He was just following up on a hunch he’d had a couple of nights back. He said, “Last Saturday night, outside the restaurant, I saw you with Mr. Ferguson and Mr. Kenton.”

Charlene listened, not quite sure where this was going, when Granger suddenly asked, “You’re also one of Mr. Kenton’s students, aren’t you?”

She froze, her brow furrowing as she looked at him. “You-”

But Granger saw the answer in her reaction.

“So, the two PrimeStar projects were your team’s work as well?”

Charlene pressed her lips together. “What exactly-”

“Just one more question,” Granger interrupted. “The CUAP programming language for PrimeStar, that was your creation too, right?”

Even though he wasn’t a tech expert, Granger knew enough about the industry to understand how groundbreaking CUAP was. He was aware that CUAP had been integral to PrimeStar since its inception.

If this hunch was correct, it meant that Charlene had developed this impressive system when she was just seventeen.

Meanwhile, Vesta, another programming language developed much later, still couldn’t hold a candle to CUAP It was clear just how extraordinary Charlene’s talent in this field was.

Everyone was praising PrimeStar’s technological prowess. But it wasn’t Stewart who deserved the accolades.

The real genius was Charlene.

Charlene remained silent.

Granger, however, had already pieced it all together.

Even though he had suspected the truth, having it confirmed was still a shock.

He looked at Charlene, reflecting on past and recent events.

He suddenly realized he might never have truly known her.

Charlene finally spoke, “Did you come all this way just to tell me this?”

“I was just really surprised and wanted confirmation.”

Even though he had shown up that morning, Granger hadn’t actually planned to confront her with these questions. Given their current relationship, it wasn’t exactly appropriate.

But somehow, seeing her made him blurt it out.

He had surprised himself by doing so.

Before Charlene could respond, Granger assured her, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Charlene paused, seeing the sincerity in his eyes when he said that.

She chose not to say anything.

Granger took a step back, creating some space between them. “You should go on inside. I won’t keep you.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Charlene stared after him, perplexed.

She frowned slightly, parked her car in the underground garage, and headed upstairs.

In the days that followed, both Charlene and Stewart were consumed with work. Whenever they had a spare moment, they eagerly dug into the materials Kenton had given them, often arriving at the office at dawn and leaving well after midnight.

After more than ten relentless days, Charlene found herself at the airport one morning, waiting to pick up a business partner.

She waited for over twenty minutes before the person she was expecting finally arrived.

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As Charlene made her way forward to greet her business associate, she spotted a familiar figure emerging from behind him.

Her expression remained unchanged when she saw Henley.

Henley hadn’t noticed her yet, but a teenage boy, around seventeen or eighteen, standing next to him, waved enthusiastically toward another exit. “Mom, Sis, Dad and I are over here!”

Hearing the boy’s voice, Charlene suddenly halted, a realization dawning on her about who he was.

She turned her head slightly and, sure enough, there was Maureen and Vesta.

Maureen and Vesta both smiled warmly, while Jacques hurried over to them.

At that moment, PrimeStar’s partner, Teague, approached Charlene with a friendly grin, extending a hand in greeting. “Ms. Ross.”

Charlene unclenched her fists, redirected her gaze, and shook his hand with a smile. “Teague.”

It was then that Maureen and Henley noticed Charlene.

Henley’s brow furrowed slightly. Maureen’s smile faded a little.

Vesta, however, looked indifferent, seemingly unfazed.

Jacques, clueless about what his family was staring at, followed Henley’s gaze and caught sight of Charlene. Struck by her beauty, he couldn’t help but blurt out, “What a pretty lady!”

Vesta frowned at him, giving him a look.

Henley paused, patted Jacques on the shoulder, and said, “Let’s get in the car first.”

Jacques turned his attention back to them and suddenly remembered something, expressing his dissatisfaction, “Where’s my future brother–in–law? Why didn’t he come to pick up Dad and me? With that kinds of attitude, he thinks he can marry my beautiful and outstanding sister? Hmph, I’m the first to disagree.”

Vesta chuckled, giving him a light tap on the back of his head. “Thorne had an important meeting he couldn’t miss, but he knew you were coming to Starfall, so he canceled a dinner and booked a private room to welcome you. How’s that, satisfied?”

“Barely,” Jacques replied, lifting his chin with a touch of arrogance. “My sister is so beautiful and exceptional. If he wants to marry you, he should go above and beyond, shouldn’t he?”

Hearing Jacques‘ words, Vesta and Maureen laughed.

By this time, Charlene had finished her conversation with Teague.

They all got into their cars.

Just before getting in, Charlene overheard someone say, “What a striking family of four. Are they celebrities?”

“No idea, but their family vibe is so nice. I’m a bit envious.”

Charlene closed the car door, shutting out the sounds from outside.

She chatted with Teague during their hour–long drive, and by lunchtime, their car pulled up smoothly in front of a restaurant.

Charlene and Teague had just stepped out when Henley and his group arrived.

Henley was surprised to see Charlene at the same restaurant.

His brow furrowed again.

Vesta, sensing his concern, offered a reassuring smile, signaling him not to worry.

Before Thorne had officially filed for divorce from Charlene, she had been cautious around his family, not daring to upset Thorne in any way.

Now that the divorce was nearly finalized, Charlene would be even less likely to cause any trouble.

Henley understood Vesta’s reassurance.

But still, he worried about potential hiccups on such a joyful day.

Charlene didn’t pay them any attention.

Just then, Stewart arrived.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, he noticed Henley’s group and quickly locked eyes with Jacques.

Chapter 278

However, Henley and his group had already turned to head upstairs, missing the moment Stewart stepped out of the car.

Stewart quickly diverted his attention back to Teague, greeting him with a warm smile.

After the brief catch–up with Teague, they were about to head upstairs when Thorne arrived.

Just as he stepped out of his car, Teague’s face lit up with surprise. “Mr. Henderson!”

Thorne greeted Teague with a handshake, maintaining a calm demeanor and a faint smile as he noticed Charlene and Stewart. “When did you get to Starfall, Teague?”

“Just arrived,” Teague replied cheerfully. “Last time you mentioned grabbing a bite together, Mr. Henderson. When’s good for you? How about tonight?”

Thorne shook his head, “I’m fully booked today. How about in a couple of days?”

“Sure, sure, a couple of days works.”

Watching Thorne and Teague exchange pleasantries, Stewart muttered under his breath, “Just when things were quiet for a couple of weeks, we run into them again.”

Charlene remained silent, though she realized it had indeed been half a month since she last saw Thorne.

Even when she visited Irma at the hospital last weekend, he wasn’t there.

Over the past ten days or so, Jasmine had called her a few times, particularly in the last couple of days. It was likely because winter break had started, and with Thorne and Vesta being busy, Jasmine found herself bored and ended up calling Charlene several times.

Charlene hadn’t picked up those calls.

To Thorne’s credit, he seemed to have kept his promise. Whatever he told Jasmine, it kept her from showing up at the Ross household, saving Charlene some hassle.

As she reflected on this, Thorne and Teague had finished their conversation, and the group entered the elevator.

Noticing that Stewart and Charlene weren’t engaging much with Thorne, Teague sensed some tension between them, and his smile grew a bit awkward.

Charlene caught Thorne’s gaze on her.

She looked up and met his deep eyes.

Thorne suddenly asked, “When are you free next?”

Charlene quickly averted her gaze and replied coolly, “I’m not free anytime soon.”

It wasn’t hard to guess that this question was about Jasmine. It had only been half a month since she last saw Jasmine, with more than ten days before a full month would pass. She was busy these days and didn’t have time for Jasmine.

Thorne chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by her attitude, and simply remarked, “The holidays are approaching.”

Charlene paused, suddenly grasping his meaning.

If she didn’t make time for Jasmine soon, the holiday season would be upon them before she knew it.

She had been so busy she’d forgotten all about it. But…

“I don’t mind skipping one month,” she said coldly.

After all, she had spent quite a bit of time with Jasmine last month. Skipping this month shouldn’t be a big deal.

Thorne raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Teague, listening to their exchange, was a bit puzzled. He didn’t quite understand what they were discussing.

With a ding, the elevator reached its destination, and Thorne bid farewell to Teague before exiting.

Once the elevator doors closed, Teague asked, “So, Ms. Ross and Mr. Henderson aren’t dating?”

Charlene replied, “We’re not.”

Teague didn’t quite believe her, thinking maybe Charlene was just upset with Thorne and saying that out of spite. Besides, he thought Thorne and Charlene seemed like a good match.

Before he could say more, his phone rang, and the topic was dropped.

After dinner, Charlene and her group headed back down to the parking lot, where they ran into Thorne and the Hawkins family again.

Charlene and Stewart overheard Jacques telling Thorne, “Treat my sister well. If you ever hurt her, I won’t let you off easy!”

Meeting Thorne in person for the first time, Jacques was initially intimidated by his commanding presence in the private room and held back from speaking too boldly. However, as dinner progressed and Thorne treated him with kindness, Jacques relaxed, and by the end of the evening, he felt comfortable enough to playfully issue his warning.

Despite the tough words, Jacques was genuinely pleased with Thorne as a future brother–in–law. In his heart, he felt Thorne was a perfect match for his sister in every way. Thorne’s kindness toward his sister and their family only reinforced that view.

So, while Jacques‘ words seemed stern, everyone present understood the underlying sentiment.

Thorne responded with a smile, “Of course.”

Vesta, listening, smiled warmly too.

Stewart observed the scene with a slight smirk, while Charlene’s expression remained neutral.

Teague finally realized, turning to Charlene, “So, you and Mr. Henderson really aren’t a couple?”

It dawned on him that the woman with Thorne was indeed his girlfriend.

Charlene answered simply, “No, we’re not.”

At that moment, Thorne and Vesta noticed Charlene and Stewart and glanced in their direction.

Stewart, uninterested in further interaction, turned to Teague, “Teague, let’s get in the car.”

Earlier, Teague had sensed some tension between Stewart and Thorne. Now, seeing the situation, he nodded to Thorne and proceeded to get into the car, with Charlene and Stewart following behind.

Their car quickly disappeared from the parking lot.

Chapter 279

Negotiations with Teague went off without a hitch.

Two days later, both parties had signed the contract. Teague had other commitments and left PrimeStar.

After a long day, Charlene and Stewart headed back to the conference room, picked up some drinks, and took a moment to relax. Just then, Chester walked in and dumped a thick stack of invitations on the table. “Here are the invitations for the end–of–year parties we’ve gotten over the last few days,” he announced.

There were at least twenty or thirty invitations stacked up.

Invitations from Dalton, Granger, The Henderson Group, and Neural Nexus Tech were among them.

Charlene and Stewart sifted through the pile and noticed that the Hawkins family had also sent an invitation.

What caught their attention was that the invitation from the Hawkins family was addressed to both Stewart and Charlene.

Leaning casually against the conference table, Stewart held the Hawkins family invitation, chuckling. “Seems like our company has quite the charm.”

It wasn’t so much the charm of their company as it was the allure of their latest two projects and CUAP that had the Hawkins family hooked.

So much so that the Hawkins family was willing to humble themselves by including Charlene’s name on the invitation.

Little did they know, the coveted technology at PrimeStar wasn’t Stewart’s doing at all…

With that thought, a sly smile deepened in Stewart’s eyes.

In fact, it wasn’t just the Hawkins family. The Ramirez Group, Neural Nexus Tech, and The Henderson Group all had the foresight to include Charlene’s name on their invitations as well.

Only Granger was different.

They sent two separate invitations, one for each of them.

Stewart glanced at them and said with a click of his tongue, “Granger’s got it right.”

The last time Charlene met Granger was the morning he asked if she was a student of her famous mentor.

Hearing Stewart’s comment, Charlene remained silent.

Looking at the invitations, Stewart suggested, “Let’s skip The Ramirez Group, Neural Nexus Tech, The Henderson Group, and the Hawkins family. We’ll only attend the parties of companies like The Harden Group, where our collaborations have been pleasant.”

As for The Ramirez Group and others, a simple gift would suffice to keep up appearances.

And as for The Henderson Group, Neural Nexus Tech, and the Hawkins family, they didn’t even warrant that. Cutting off ties would be best!

“Agreed.”

Charlene was on the same page.

She and Stewart were not only managing the core affairs of the company but also dedicating most of their energy to going through the materials their mentor had recently provided. So, apart from necessary engagements, they had no desire to waste time mingling with unnecessary folks.

PrimeStar was preparing its own party as well.

But given how busy they were, the invitations would have to wait a couple more days before going out.

With the year–end approaching, it was crucial to follow up on business with Neural Nexus Tech before the holidays.

The next day, Charlene, along with Patton and a few others, headed to Neural Nexus Tech.

Upon arriving, Charlene ran into Vesta.

They exchanged no glances, each absorbed in their own tasks.

While busy, Charlene felt someone’s gaze on her. Looking up, she found it was Jacques.

Once she saw him, she quickly returned to her work.

Jacques had been in Starfall for three or four days.

After exploring for a couple of days, he found staying home boring and, learning that his sister was working at his future brother–in–law’s company, decided to drop by out of curiosity.

He didn’t expect to see Charlene as soon as he walked into Neural Nexus Tech.

He assumed Charlene was an employee there.

Seeing her glance at him briefly before returning to her work, he curiously asked the person who brought him in, “What are they busy with?”

The person replied, “Different department, so I’m not sure, but it’s probably something to do with the language system maintenance.”

“Oh…”

Jacques was tempted to take a closer look, but seeing how busy Charlene seemed, he didn’t want to intrude. Instead, he asked, “Where’s my sister?”

The person smiled and said, “Director Hawkins is in a meeting. Would you like to go in and see her?”

Jacques followed them to the meeting room.

A moment later, he noticed everyone inside was intently focused on his sister as she discussed work-related topics.

He remarked, “Everyone seems to really respect my sister.”

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The person who brought him in chuckled, “Oh, absolutely. Director Hawkins is incredibly talented, and everyone on our team really likes her.”

Plus, the daily perks for their team were quite generous, thanks to the close ties between Director Hawkins and Mr. Henderson.

Of course, he didn’t say that out loud.

Jacques beamed with pride upon hearing someone praise his sister. He felt a warm sense of shared accomplishment. Still, he wasn’t planning to interrupt Vesta at work.

“Show me around the other parts of the office, will you?” he suggested.

“Sure thing.”

They stepped out, only to bump into Granger coming through the entrance.

The person accompanying Jacques quickly greeted Granger, “Mr. Harden.”

Granger nodded, his eyes briefly assessing Jacques. With his youthful face and student–like attire, Jacques didn’t really look like your typical corporate type, so Granger quickly figured out who he was.

He kept that to himself, though. Instead, the guide stepped in, saying, “This is Director Hawkins‘ brother, Jacques.”

Jacques had never met Granger before, but he certainly knew of him.

Upon hearing the name Mr. Harden, Jacques ventured a guess, “You’re Granger?”

Granger nodded, “Hello.”

Jacques grinned, “Hey there.”

Just as Jacques was about to say more, Granger’s attention shifted towards Charlene, who was engrossed in her work nearby. “Excuse me, I need to head over there,” he said, moving past them without waiting for a response.

Jacques was momentarily taken aback. Weren’t his future brother–in–law’s friends supposed to be particularly friendly with his sister? Why did Granger seem a bit aloof?

Unconcerned with Jacques‘ thoughts, Granger made his way to Charlene’s side. “Ms. Ross,” he greeted.

Charlene turned, momentarily surprised to see him. “Mr. Harden,” she replied.

It was the end of the year, and Granger was busy. He hadn’t seen Charlene for about two weeks.

In fact, shortly after their last conversation, he had been discreetly summoned for a meeting by higher–ups.

But he didn’t mention any of that. Instead, he asked, “Will you be attending my company’s gala this weekend,

Ms. Ross?”

Charlene nodded and replied, “Yes, I will.”

Ever since he had offered to help her uncle, Charlene had noticed that Granger had been quite amiable towards her.

After all, he had assisted her. Besides, they had been working well together recently, and he had personally sent her an invitation. Professionally and personally, she had no reason to decline.

Granger smiled at her response, “Thank you for honoring us with your presence.”

Charlene replied, “No need for such formalities.”

Sensing that she wasn’t keen on continuing their conversation further, Granger didn’t press. “I’ll let you get back to work,” he said.

Charlene simply nodded and resumed her discussion with Quincy and the others.

Yet, Granger didn’t leave. He stood by, listening to their work talk, occasionally chiming in.

Both Granger and Moran held shares in Neural Nexus Tech, although they didn’t directly manage its operations. Still, they would attend the company’s annual meeting, which was the reason for Granger’s visit today.

A little while later, Vesta finished her meeting and spotted Jacques. “Have you toured the whole company yet?” she asked.

Jacques nodded, “I have.”

Just then, Moran arrived.

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