Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Cursed Soul

I sent the documents to Jack. He only responded with an "OK" emoji, not saying anything else.

Jill leaned over, and I immediately locked my phone. But she still saw Jack's name.

"What? You're even hiding it from me? Come on. Tell me, how far have you two progressed?

I stared at her speechlessly, "What about you and Caleb? Is he not going to come home? You haven't even sorted out your issues yet, and you want to butt into mine?"

"He said he wants to establish his business there," Jill said, deflated.

"Can't be do it here? The costs would be lower, and there should be plenty of computer science students in the country."

I had always wondered about this as I felt the entrepreneurial environment in Manovia wasn't as good.

population, so there were naturally more gamers here. As long as the game software was developed, it could be launched online, right? So, why did Caleb want to do it in Manovia? Upon listening to my

is bad and that the technology is not as advanced

control costs at

few simple gemmes Jill showed me, something didn't feel

talent? I remembered the game Emma played last year was made by college students, and it cost only around a hundred

expression, I didn't say what I wanted to say. Since I couldn't prove Caleb was involved in something, I wouldn't put Jill

slowly recovered during this time and could start rehabilitation therapy. The caregiver would take me out for a walk occasionally to prevent

since I got hit on the head, the cancer cells seemed to have shut

of relief would appear in his eyes. "Good, you'll

Alisa's shamelessness. But my body was genuinely improving, so I was

were many negative news reports, Leonard resolved them one by

a press conference specially for this project, stating that the company would ensure comprehensive design modifications and that the progress of the project would not be affected. Unknowingly, this issue had been settled by more than half. Everything

come to look for me

in the hallway. She had lost a lot of weight, and she looked haggard. Amelia was pushing a baby stroller, her frustration evident. "Can you stop crying? Why won't you stop crying? Didn't I just change your diaper? I'm

looked at her sympathetically and affered her some advice. "I think the baby is too hot in