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

it's just the usual paperwork,

eyebrow,

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

"Happy Christmas Eve. I hope

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

some

prompting Roseanne to quickly

holiday's special broadcast

couch, occasionally savored a cherry her mother fed her-she

the night sky outside, bursting into

yard, Norris was also setting

ears, yet reminding

the air,

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

the Lumina City IP

bringing a

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

at the fireworks