All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"They want me as a designer for the CrossTime project and are offering 200 thousand dollars in design fees. I don't have to be on shift. Meetings will be conducted at my own time. They're also offering an advance on my paycheck."Yara choked.Once she recovered, she said, "Are you an idiot? That's such a good job opportunity. Why are you even thinking about it? Say yes! What boss is that amazingly generous ….? CrossTime project. CrossTime project," she muttered to herself twice.Then, she shot Calista a teasing look and winked."Isn't that the project the Bakers are working on? Did Paul come to see you?""Is the design fee that high?"Calista wasn't familiar with that particular sector. If the offer was unreasonably high, she wouldn't take the job. Despite her financial slump, that wasn't the way she wanted to earn money."It's alright. Nothing outrageous given your worth. Once the show gets broadcast and gets good ratings, you'll be a celebrity. Your presence could boost the pr

Charlotte pouted. She didn't know how to respond. What she had done was impulsive. In hindsight, it was terrifying to think about.She cautiously turned to glance at Lucian. The longer she stared at him, the more delighted she felt. No one dared to save her then. Only he had jumped in. It was simply fate.The girl's infatuation was clear for all to see. Calista noticed, calmly retracted her gaze, and got back to placing her order.Seeing that Calista had only briefly paused when she noticed Lucian before resuming as usual, Paul didn't bother to ask if she wanted a change of tables."When are you planning to move your grandfather's grave, Calista? My grandfather knows a skilled fortune teller. If you need help, I can get the fortune teller to make a trip to Fort City. Or, we can have him moved here in Capeton. It'll be closer and you can visit him anytime you like."She didn't mention that grandfather's remains had already been moved by a certain someone with no sense of shame."

Calista grinned as she looked at the highly emotional Lucian and spoke mockingly, "Mr. Northwood, how can I repay the three million dollars if I'm not making money?" Lucian was surprised."I never asked you to repay." He had initially suggested that Calista repay the money to dissuade her from going through with the divorce. However, he didn't bring it up again once she was determined to divorce. Furthermore, the new divorce agreement he prepared didn't include that provision. Calista had rushed to sign the divorce documents without reading them carefully. Somewhat unexpectedly, Calista paused momentarily before speaking, "It's better to clarify. That money was originally agreed upon as a loan." "So, have you decided to work at Paul's company?" Lucian asked. "Yes," Calista replied. Lucian looked at her and chuckled softly, "Is it for the money or him?" Calista was annoyed. She snatched the contract from his hand before Lucian could mock her. "What does it have to do

Calista hurriedly walked out of the cafe with her belongings. Lucian stopped her."Where are you going? I'll give you a ride." Calista cast a contemptuous glance at Lucian and then shifted her gaze to Lily."You're quite a piece of work. You haven't even settled things with her, and you already have a backup plan." Calista spotted Charlotte standing next to Lucian's car and eavesdropped on his conversation with Lily.She couldn't help but relate to her former self, much like the current Lily, yearning for Lucian's affection. Lucian furrowed his brows and retorted, "Charlotte's just helping her dad with a project proposal. She's not my new romantic interest. I'm not into her." Lucian's expression softened and continued, "If you care about her ..." Suddenly, Calista interrupted, "I don't care. There's nothing to do with me, and please don't add to my regrets about marrying you." Calista's response provoked Lucian, causing him to release his tightly clenched hand slowly.

Calista didn't stay put for long before the manager of the Luminary Lounge rushed out to meet her, his expression urgent. "Mrs. Northwood, please come with me quickly. Mr. Northwood is in critical condition." She was puzzled and instinctively asked, "Is he dying?" The manager was left speechless. It wasn't until she entered the private room that she understood the manager's urgency. Lucian was sprawled across a table littered with empty liquor bottles, and alcohol had spilled all over the table. He showed no sign of disgust despite the mess. His coat was tossed on the sofa, leaving him with just a shirt. The shirt's sleeves were carelessly rolled up to his elbows, and several buttons on the collar had come undone, exposing a large expanse of his chest. Lucian held a glass with a blank expression, his gaze dazed. The last vestiges of his sobriety kept him from succumbing to a drunken slumber. Calista rarely drank so she couldn't discern anything wrong with Lucian's conditi