Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 243

Under the soft glow of the scattered street lamps, Carlisle and Wanda settled onto a bench along the riverfront promenade to enjoy their snacks.

Carlisle spread out the snacks and fruits he had purchased, creating a small feast between them.

As they began to eat, Wanda whispered, “Should we invite Leon to have some?”

Carlisle nodded in agreement and called out, “Leon, would you like some?”

Leon approached briefly, grabbed two bananas from the assortment, and returned to his chosen spot,

keen to capture the night from the best possible angle.

Wanda appreciated his dedication.

“Leon truly is dedicated. I can’t wait to see the photos!”

“They’re sure to be stunning,” Carlisle responded, confident in Leon’s skills.

“It’s a pity he doesn’t want to work at Uncle Lethan’s company.”

Wanda sighed with a hint of regret in her voice.

“Everyone has their own dreams. He’s well–off and free to pursue what he loves.”

Wanda directed the conversation toward him.

While munching on a chip, she asked, “What kind of life do you want?”

Carlisle grinned and declared, “A life with you in it!”

“Oh… Can you be serious?”

serious? I’m speaking from

Carlisle finished his water in

her stomach contentedly and exclaiming, “I’m so full. I haven’t eaten this many snacks

a plastic bag and disposed of

returned to find Wanda engrossed in a conversation

endeavors.

Wanda treated them to new mobile phones to enhance their communication capabilities.

flip phone, a newly

MSN Messenger. It was pretty advanced for its time and had

was her high school classmate, and Phoebe was the first friend she

they were now working together, Wanda felt it was only fair not to skimp on them, opting for a better business phone to help them

enthusiastically in her conversation. Not wanting to interrupt her,

a notification chimed.

was a message from Sean on MSN Messenger.

got everyone together. Should I register

ahead

short on cash, Carlisle. We don’t

me after school

sure, Carlisle. How much are you planning to invest?”

Carlisle: “A million!”

Sean: “Holy shit!”

phone in

to earn one million. Now, he

browsing the forum, seeking the next lucrative opportunity.

Studio’s profits were too small.

only burning through cash at

wouldn’t start showing returns until at least next March. Carlisle only owned 20% of the shares. So, even if they made a billion, he would only receive two hundred million.

quickly be consumed by the expenses

the lake and sighed.

her