'Targeting Charlotte?' She wasn't. All she did was get back what was hers! Charlotte had taken everything from her! But Rita couldn't explain it to him, and she wasnt in the mood to explain it to him now. Anyway, she was already a bad woman in his eyes. It didn't matter to add another charge. In this life, his opinion of her didn't matter to her. Rita calmed down and put on a smile. "I'm targeting her? No, I'm not." Her eyes were like a crescent moon, so beautiful he couldn't take his eyes off her. But the smile wasn't sincere. She wasn't opening up to him. It bothered him.. He gripped her chin harder and demanded, "I want the truth!" Rita grimaced from the pain. She pushed away his hand, squinting.. "I'm telling the truth." As soon as she finished speaking, she sensed his chilly stare. The tension in the air was terrifying. "The bed is ready for you. Have a good rest." With that, Rita made her way towards the door. "What are you..?" he asked. She turned her head to Liam
"Charlotte, why do you care so much about Rita's relationship with Liam?" Mason didn't understand. Recently, because the goods wouldn't sell, everyone of the Brown family was worried. Especially Mason. He was in charge of the clothing business with which something went wrong. Mason grabbed Charlotte and said with reddened eyes, "Charlotte, forget about Rita. Think of a way to help me sell those clothes." "You useless man! You are begging our daughter? Do you have no shame? If you had not offended the wholesalers, we wouldnt have been in such a position!" Grace Davis, who had been sitting at the bedside, pushed Mason hard. "Mom, don't do this to Dad!" Charlotte glared at Grace and went to help Mason up. "Dad, don't worry, I've figured out a way to help you with this mess." "What are you going to do?" Mason's eyes were full of expectations. "You'll know later," Charlotte replied mysteriously. The last few times, she had been so careless as to give Rita chances to please the
Rita stared at the poached spicy slices of pork in her bowl. She didn't expect Mason to mention the past. He even almost cried. Well played! She swallowed the food in her mouth and looked at the Browns sitting opposite her. Liam, her parents, Amelia, Charlotte, and Mason were all staring at her, waiting for her answer. The Browns expected her to help them make it through. But why was Liam staring at her like that? What did it mean? "Well..." All the Browns were eager to hear the answer they wanted. When she paused suddenly, everyone was in a panic. Some even began to worry, looking at her with disappointment. "Rita, what are you hesitating about? This is your chance to please Grandma. If you can help Grandma out, maybe you can be back to the genealogy again!" Charlotte whispered in her ear, feigning concern. Rita smiled, but she knew what she was up to. Charlotte had never been kind to her. This was just another setup. Rita looked up at Mason and said, "Mason." "Yes, fire aw
"By anyone else," Amelia was referring to Rita. Rita knew Amelia was blaming her for being unhelpful. Alas! It seemed that the good impression that she had given Amelia before had been completely destroyed today. But Rita was not discouraged. She walked forward and said to Amelia, "Grandma, although the Wilson family cant help, I didn't say I wouldnt help in person. As a member of this family, how can I just sit by and do nothing? Naturally I will contribute." "You?" Amelia was surprised. Everyone else was also very confused. Amelia turned to her. "How are you going to help?" "I also signed up for the design contest," Rita replied. Grace burst out laughing. "Rita, are you kidding me? You expect to win the design contest and help this family just relying on your lousy drawing skill? You think you are as good as my daughter?" "You never learned designing. You participating in a design contest will only embarrass yourself!" Mason snorted and also began to snipe at Rita. "Rita, i
A week later. The design competition began today. Invited by the sponsor, Liam went to the competition with Rita. Their car slowly came to a halt outside the venue Rita didn't rush to get off, instead, she handed a kraft bag to Liam. "What is it?" the man took over the bag with puzzlement. He tried to see what was in the bag but Rita stopped him. "Open it after the competition." What's with all this mystery? That made Liam so curious. But he resisted the temptation since Rita asked him to open it later. The competition was going to begin in a few minutes anyway. They should better enter and get ready for it. Putting the bag aside, he entered the venue with Rita. As the elevator ascended, Rita took a look at the man beside her. "I want you to think it through after you read it, alright?" Liam frowned, intrigued. The elevator opened with a jingle. Rita stepped out. She paused and turned around to look at Liam, said discreetly. "Give me a reply after you read it tonight."
Divorce agreement! That's what the fuss was all about? His hand coiled into a fist, wrinkling the paper. Then the door was open and Rita sat in the car. Rudely, Liam grabbed at her shirt and dragged her to his face, gazing at her. "This is what you want me to talk about?" He waved the paper in his hand, his eyes cold like a sharp knife. Rita was a little terror-struck. "Right." She answered, nodding. "Say it again!" suddenly, Liam's face was extremely dark. The atmosphere in the small space of the car froze. At that moment, Rita felt suffocated. "Liam." Confronting him, Rita mustered the courage to open her mouth. "If you are worrying that grandpa might not be able to accept the new. Sign the agreement first and I promise that I won't tell him and pretend that we're still married in front of him." Liam kept his dark face, no word. Rita took his silence as consent. "No worries. We need each other's help after all. I will honor our deal for my parents, if it's not for me."
A man wearing a pair of glasses walked when Liam's mind drifted. "Sorry, I'm late." He said with a smile, "I was caught up in a traffic jam." "You finally came!" Jacob started to complain to the man about Liam's "atrocity" like a pupil who just got bullied. Edison took a glance over Liam after Jacob told him the whole story. His eyebrows wrinkled. "Liam, you're becoming somebody else. You aren't the Liam I used to know anymore." Liam was no longer a man who acted resolutely. Instead, he now appeared to be rather pusillanimous. Liam said nothing but took another shot. "Liam... is this admission?" gazing at Liam, Jacob's eyes were wide in shock. Still, Liam said nothing but kept drinking. Damn! He admitted! "Holy shit... Liam's in love with Rita." He loved her, loved, not liked. They're totally two different notions. Liam's cold eyes met Jacob when he was still in shock of Liam's change. "What are you saying?" Damn, I said it out? Jacob thought. He couldn't take it back
"The remitter was Rita." The answer covered Liam's face with a layer of frozen ice. "Are you sure?" "Yes. We even found the surveillance tape of Rita remitting at the bank." "Send me the video." "Yes." He hung up, is face livid. The remitter was Rita? That's the last outcome he would expect. With a plinking sound, a message popped up on his phone. Liam put the car in neutral and clicked on the video. When he's done watching the clip, he looked so dreadful that as if he was going to kill someone. He dialed a number. "Jacob, I'll send you a video. I need you to find out whether it's been edited. Hit me back in ten minutes and tell me the result." "No. don't hang up, I want to know immediately." "Yeah... alright." Jacob was still drinking, the sudden call and Liam's cold voice gave him a pause. Then he put down his wine hurriedly and dashed upstairs to the third floor of the bar. It was one of Jacob's stomping grounds. He turned on the computer and start authenticating t