Chapter 690 Enemies


    All of a sudden, Charis threw her head back and burst into a fit of hystericalughter.


    Everyone present was startled by her sudden hysteria and subconsciously stepped back.


    Then, just as abruptly as she startedughing, she stopped. Her eyes swept across the crowd, her


    expression unusually calm and unnerving.


    "Well, get back to work, everyone." To Brandon, she said flippantly, "I''ll go and see a psychologist."


    Then she picked up her bag and walked out calmly.


    Brandon frowned. He watched Charis leave, deep in thought.


    It was obvious that something was wrong with her, but he couldn''t tell what.


    He was grateful, however, that she had finally agreed to seek professional help. The two of them


    had been friends for many years after all. He didn''t enjoy seeing her like this.


    J also fixed her eyes on Charis as she left, wondering what she was up to.


    Still, she was relieved to have finally driven away this dangerous woman.


    With Charis gone, the Larson Group had be much quieter. The gossipy employees would talk


    about her from time to time, treating her like a funny joke.


    Over the next few weeks, J didn''t hear any news about Charis.


    Time passed quickly. By the time she heard Charis''s name again, autumn had longe to an end.


    Brandon and J were having lunch at a restaurant when Brandon suddenly brought it up. "The


    psychologist I introduced to Charis told me that she has been receiving treatment regrly and


    she''s getting better and better."


    J''s eyebrow shot up in surprise. "That''s good. If she can pull herself together and go back to


    her normal self even after what happened, then she is one tough cookie."


    Brandon nodded indifferently. Then he serve some food on J''s te, saying, "It''s her life. She''s


    getting better for her own sake."


    J took a bite out of her food and chewed thoughtfully. She was indeed a bit hungry now.


    If nothing had happened between her and Charis, she would''ve admired her.


    It was a pity that Charis made herself an eternal enemy of J''s.


    The snow was getting heavier and heavier outside. A man in a grey overcoat and a ck knitted-


    hat walked into the restaurant.


    The man took off his hat, patted the snowkes off it, and blew into his cold hands. Then he turned


    around and walked towards a private room.


    Seeing him arrive, Brandon smiled. "You''rete, so you have to pay the bill."


    Garrett chuckled.


    Maybe it was because of his new haircut, but


    Garrett somehow looked more mature now.


    "It''s only been a few months, Mr. Harding. Why do you look so much older?" J teased yfully.


    Previously, because of what Charis had said to Brandon about Garrett, Brandon had been on guard


    against him. Later, J told him that those were all lies and he stopped believing Charis''s stories.


    J had even promised him that Garrett was one of his closest, most steadfast friends. Since


    then, Brandon had gradually regained his trust in Garrett.


    Garrett smiled wryly and picked up a ss of wine. "Yeah, yeah, I know I''mte. Sorry."


    After downing the whole ss of wine in one gulp, he blushed slightly.


    J and Brandon exchanged worried looks.


    Obviously, there was something on Garrett''s mind that was bothering him.


    Brandon turned to look deep into his friend''s eyes. "What''s wrong?"


    "Same old, same old. I want to get married, but my family doesn''t agree." Garrett rubbed his


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