Chapter 521
Senior Jordan’s brows furrowed as the thought gued his mind. Charmine was just a young woman,
yet she had to take on the duty of saving the entire family and face hurdles after hurdles. 2
He would have resolved the family affairs himself if he could, but in his old age, he found it difficult to
handle them… 1
Hopefully, Charmine’s journey would be smooth-sailing. 1 A thought then urred to Senior Jordan as
he instructed Joey, “You and Adam, fix the bad press.”
The news about the Jordan family going bankrupt was all over the inte; it would hinder Charmine’s
next course of action. Furthermore, the entire family boycotted Charmine and even used her of
harming Robert. They had yet to rectify the situation.
Charmine had been wrongly used, and that deserved an exnation.
Joey understood and nodded, her heart weighed with guilt and regret.
Charmine drove Dr. Weir out of the city. The hidden ce he resided in was an under developednd
in a secluded mountain, and it would take two hours to get there by motorbike. Nheless, Dr. Weir
did not seem to mind it as he wore his helmet and enjoyed the breeze gleefully.
“Is it convenient to live so far away?” asked Charmine, unable to hold back the question in mind.
“Of course! You’ve no idea how much freedom I get, Charmine. I grow my vegetables and I’m self-
sufficient. There’s no noise, no responsibilities, and I don’t have to think of anything every day. You’ll
understand how rxing it is once you get there, I can guarantee that you won’t want to leave after!”
Dr. Weir said proudly. 1
Dr. Weir’s exnation piqued Charmine’s interest. She had never lived a life like that.
The Jordans shunned her from a tender age, and all she cared about back then was chasing Julian.
She worked and changed entirely for Julian, and then she was sent to Africa when she was 18. Since
then, she started nning and waiting for revenge.
Her ns were executed one after another upon her return.
Since that was almost sorted out, there were issues with Anthony…
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Dr. Weir could feel the change in Charmine’s mood, thus he concernedly asked, “What is it, Charmine?
You seem unhappy.” “Nothing, just sit and hold tight to my waist. I’m about to speed up!” said
Charmine. That instantly riveted Dr. Weir as he hastily held Charmine’s waist tightly, preparing himself.
Charmine squeezed the throttle and the motorbike raced away.
In her world, there was nothing that drag-racing could not solve. Charmine had to give her
undivided attention on the road as she raced, and even a slight distraction could cause an ident. So
concentrated was she in the process, however, that all her problems were forgotten. Still, she drove
considerably slower at that moment, considering there was an elderly man behind her. She only dared
to drive two-thirds of her usual speed; it was fast enough for Dr. Weir.
This was his first-no, second time sitting on a motorbike, breathing in the fresh, passing wind. His aged
eyes sparkled as if he had found a new interest in life.
Charmine took the shortcuts, and they managed to arrive at Dr. Weir’s residence in less than two
hours.
It was a tranquil ce built in the green bamboo forest. There was a green stone-path leading to the
deep-end of the bamboo forest. Along the path were bamboo leaves all over the ground, just like the
best carpet made by nature.
Walking further down, there were a thousand square-meters of cherry blossom forest. It was almost
autumn, yet that species of cherry blossom was still pinkish, blooming brilliantly and beautifully. A gust
of wind blew and countless cherry petals fluttered in the air. 1
In the middle of this beautiful cherry blossom forest, an exquisite bamboo house sat quietly. It had a
simple, in, and delicate design, and a tabby cat took its afternoon nap in front of the door, under the
roof.
The introverted Charmine was instantly influenced by the atmosphere, and the sight enamored her.