Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne offered a slight smile, "It's fine, no need to tiptoe around it."

Despite her words, the atmosphere still dipped into an awkward silence.

Suddenly, the background noise on Leda's end grew louder, "Anne, gotta go, the family dinner is starting, and my mom's been looking for me everywhere."

"Sure."

After hanging up, Roseanne was about to put her phone down when several messages popped up.

It was Corley Sullivan.

He sent over some international lawsuit documents, a notice of acceptance, and briefly updated her on the current progress. The rest were documents that required her signature. International lawsuits were more complex and time-consuming than domestic ones, so Roseanne was somewhat surprised by the quick progress.

After downloading the files and signing them online, she forwarded them back to Corley.

He acknowledged them immediately, sending back a message with a hint of jest:

"You trust me that much? Not afraid I might sell you out?"

Roseanne replied, "You wouldn't."

Corley felt a warm surge in his heart and couldn't help but smile.

pleased by her response and lazily typed

just the usual

raised an eyebrow, unfazed by

had scrutinized every document before signing. Moreover, if Corley had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't resort to

hope my wish

the bed. After all, she wasn't Santa Claus; his wishes were none

some cookies, come

prompting

eight, the holiday's special broadcast

parents on the couch, occasionally

by the TV host's countdown, fireworks soared into the night sky outside,

Norris was also setting

her ears, yet reminding her

filled the air, heralding a smooth and

parents in the yard with a smile. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. An

strangers, but noticing the Lumina City IP address, she decided to pick up.

calm, and cultured voice came through, bringing a wider smile to Roseanne's face as

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

the fireworks in