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.

evidently pleased by her response and

just the usual paperwork, nothing

eyebrow, unfazed

scrutinized every document before signing. Moreover, if Corley had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't resort to such a roundabout and amateurish tactic.

Eve. I hope my wish comes

over and placed it face down on the bed. After all, she wasn't Santa Claus; his

made some

from downstairs, prompting Roseanne to

the holiday's

cookies with her parents on the couch, occasionally savored a cherry

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

was

by, covering her ears, yet

ignited, crackling sounds filled the air, heralding a smooth and prosperous year

a smile. Suddenly, she felt

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

through, bringing a

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

at the fireworks in