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

just the usual paperwork,

raised an eyebrow, unfazed

any ulterior motives, he wouldn't resort to such a roundabout and amateurish tactic. Two seconds later, her phone vibrated

Christmas Eve. I hope

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

dad made some cookies,

voice echoed from downstairs, prompting Roseanne to quickly

eight, the holiday's

the couch, occasionally savored a

host's countdown, fireworks soared into the

the yard, Norris was also setting off

ears, yet reminding her

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

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating

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

cultured voice came through, bringing a wider smile to Roseanne's

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

at the fireworks