chapter 1730


    Dior turned to Charmine andmented, ''This feels nice, Charmine. I find myself not thinking about


    that jerk when I’m busy.”


    Charmine smiled. "Good. Carry on, then."


    This was only half of her n.


    "Alright." Dior nodded. Every stick and branch was treated like they were Harry, to which Diorshed


    out on as she halved them.


    Jerk! Idiot! Dummy!


    That malignant woman got to Harry''s brain, just like that. What a fool!


    Dior no longer wanted to love him-she refused to love a nitwit.


    She cut the sticks and branches mercilessly. One sh, two shes...


    Charmine and Dior cut out wood for the entire day. The feeling of letting go and focusing on something


    made Dior feel less horrible.


    After dinner...


    Chris was fast asleep while Charmine and Dior were in the front yard.


    The moon looked rather hazy that night, and the surroundings were tranquil, save for the gentle night


    breeze that blew.


    Dior brought out a few beers as they both sat opposite one another, resuming their drinking session.


    Dior took one bottle for herself and clinked it with Charmine''s-it felt like they were a team. "I''ll follow you


    around from now on, Charmine," she dered. "If you want to start any business, count me in. I''ll have


    your back, and you, mine. We won’t get married, and we''ll live just fine this way!"


    She no longer loved Harry, that tool. She did not fall out of love, and no, she was not upset!


    Charmine clinked her bottle with Dior''s and softly responded, "Okay."


    Dior tried to put a smile on her face. "Deal. We won’t get married, and we''ll focus on making money!"


    She wanted to make so much money that she would drown out herself, forgetting Harry in the process.


    ''That''s right," harrumphed Charmine. "No marriage; just purely making money!"


    Dior picked up the bottle and took a mouthful. She put it down and put on gloves to start eating chicken


    ws.


    "Men are useless," scoffed Dior as she ate. "Steer clear from us, boys!" "You got that right," Charmine


    chimed in. "We need no man in our world!"


    The both of them drank, unknowingly prolonging their session to the middle of the night.


    When Charmine walked inside to get more beer, the phone on the table rang abruptly. Frowning, she


    walked up to the phone and picked it up, only to find out William was calling.


    Charmine epted the call nheless. "Mr. Peterson, is something the matter?"


    William had not seen Charmine for a long while. Hearing her voice once more stirred his feelings within


    him.


    He said gently, "Ms. Jordan, Roskow has a major project looking for partners. They do construction


    work, and I think it suits you. However, this project is quiteplex, and it’ll take two to three years to


    Charmine held onto the phone tightly. She narrowed her eyes.


    Complex? That sounded like a challenge.


    Furthermore, two to three years?


    She could take this as a retreat!


    Charmine took a moment to think about it before answering, "I can do it.


    Count me in."


    With that said, she then noticed Dior in the yard and added, "Mr. Peterson, I’d like to bring another


    person with me." "Alright, then," answered William, "I’ll pick you up now." "Hmm? You''ll pick me up?"


    Charmine frowned.


    "Yes," said William. "I happened to be on a work trip near Mount Vige, and I''m only about ten


    kilometers away."


    The truth was, since Charmine had gone to Mount Vige on her own, he followed her.


    He was the one who sent her the flowers and necessities, and he kept a close eye on her, worried


    about her.


    It was only when Anthony showed up did he go to a nearby town.


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    "Alright, then," replied Charmine, "you maye now."