Chapter 17
She’s seeing someone else so quickly. Matthew thought.
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Problem solved. After calling her friend at the Porsche Service Center<b>, </b>she got back in the car and turned to Caleb. “They can give you <b>the </b><b>cost </b>price for materials, but the cost ofbor and repairs can’t be reduced. The estimated cost will be at least 6,000 dors. Can you ept it?”
“Yeah, of course,” <b>Caleb </b>answered quickly. In thousand dors became 6,000 dors. Caleb let out <b>a </b>sigh of relief and looked at Valerie with admiration. Thanks<b>, </b>Valerie. If it <b>weren’t </b>for you, I would be broke”
In the backseat. Katherine seemed frightened and echoed hazily “Yeah<b>, </b>thank
you, Valerie
Caleb said again. “Are you free today, Valerie! Let me buy you a lunch for appreciation”
Valerie shook her head. “No need for that. Consider in <b>a </b>lesson learned. Drive carefully in the future, especially when Katherine is in your car She had a car ident when she was young and was traumatized,” Caleb apologized to Katherine in <b>a </b>hurry.
After what happened, they didn’t have the mood to joke around. Valerie cold Caleb to send Katherine home to rest after she had unloaded her stuff downstairs in the apartment. She was not mentally prepared to exin to Katherine about her sh marriage.
However, she couldn’t help but think, “The Porsche we crashed into just now was the same model as the one Matthew drove over that night. Did <b>we </b>crash into his bow’s cart No way! The world can’t be that small, and the driver wasn’t Matthew anyway Valere felt greatly relieved <b>for </b>not getting Matthew Fred.
She dragged her staff to the apartment on the fifth floor, put the nucrowave in the kitchen, settled the hamster and its cage on the balcony, and ced her suitcase in her bedroom. She had officially moved in.
Katherine got <b>one </b>thing wrong about <b>Valerie</b>. <b>Valerie’s </b>clothes were even less dian she thought. In the not–so–big suitcase, apart from <b>some </b>clothes and skincare products, there was a set of recording equipment. <b>Valerie </b>had another job <b>as </b><b>a </b>webcaster. She would post some <b>audible </b>books and stream <b>reading </b>on her channel
She had <b>a </b><b>calm </b>and pleasant voice, but she was not particrly remarkable among other webcasters. Once, her voice got all raspy, <b>so </b>she tried speaking in <b>a </b>low voice. A lot of people with sleep problems found her channel and listened to her reading to snooze off
Valerie <b>stuck </b>to this style <b>and </b>got a lot of fans. They called her a “walking luby.” She <b>was </b>able to earn some money from their subscriptions and gifts every month. But Valerie had been pretty busytely and hadn’t posted anything for a while. Today, she was free, <b>so </b>she nned to record <b>a </b>few chapters to catch up.
Valerie was aware
was aware of the rules that Matthese had set for her. She was not allowed to make any noise after Il pan. However, she would often get off work at 8 or 10 pm, which meant that she would get home eventer. To avoid disturbing Manhew, die could only record on her day off. Living under his rout, Valerie had learned to follow Manhew’s rules