Rick told Anne what he said to Charlotte without leaving out a word.

"I... I just feel like the relationship between both of you is a little complicated." Anne didn't even know what to say.

Rick smiled and said nothing.

Anne asked tentatively, "Well, what should we do now? Are you both going to stay in a fight?"

"Let's talk about this after I recover."

"Rick..."

"I'm fine," Rick said. He paused awhile and continued, "She's okay too."

Anne sighed.

Charlotte was in the garden alone, lost in her thoughts. Her phone vibrated a few times before she snapped back to reality. She hurriedly picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Darling, it's me." Avery said lightly from the other end of the line.

Charlotte lowered her voice and replied, "Are you nuts?"

Was it allowed to randomly address anybody as

"darling"?

"Probably. I drank a lot. Hurry up and fetch me home, darling."

"That's none of my business."

"Wow, Aria. You are so heartless. I am your brother!"

Wait a minute.

Had Avery mistaken Charlotte for somebody else?

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and asked Avery to provide his current address.

The main reason was that there was nothing she could do if she stayed in the hospital. Rick wouldn't want to see her anyways.

Charlotte texted Anne to tell her that she had to go help a friend in need. After Anne read her text, she looked over to her brother, who was sleeping soundly, and replied with an "Okay". Shortly afterwards, Charlotte rushed to the bar.

Avery was leaning against the bar counter alone. His wallet, which had no cash, sat still beside his hand, his credit cards scattered all over the floor.

"Hello, what's wrong with him?" Charlotte questioned the bartender.

"I don't know." The bartender didn't feel like meddling in their affair.

Charlotte fished out her purse and withdrew 500 dollars from it. "Please, this is my...brother."

last word while gritting

have paid any attention to

confess that he was

to pretend as if I don't

kind of heard that a customer named Mr. Fuller came in today. He ended up like this after Mr. Fuller gave him several pieces of paper." The bartender accepted the bribe and emphasized with a smile, "I only kind of

of us know this man named Mr. Fuller. How much money does he still

me any money now. Mr. Fuller has already paid

Charlotte nodded.

belongings, helped him out of the

he immediately opened his eyes. "Lottie, my ID card is in my left pocket. Type the address

"You were faking it?"

was spying

aren't you friends

both an enemy and a friend. There's no such thing as true friends in the business

usual. Upon realizing the seriousness of the situation, Charlotte immediately took out his ID card from his

Oak Road, Fuchsia

the navigator. After driving for a

not from

your household registration end up

rearview mirror and the side mirror, he was able to see Shane's car. As

called Charlotte over, that fellow still didn't think of

Charlotte also noticed Shane's car and

he wants to know why I came to

because of our business?" Charlotte questioned

to you. I chose to do business with you because I wanted to come to River City, not because of you and

have you as a business partner,

"My first love died in River City, and my sister also went into a coma because of the accident. No matter what, I

being flirtatious to play

say it's

"Poor Avery," she

know more, Avery was slightly taken aback. "Don't you want to ask me more about who

shook her head. "This question concerns your privacy, I don't think I have

and I will never be friends." Avery said with his

you treat me as a friend. After all, I'm not that close with Shane anymore." It was not hard to

Seeing that she was dumbfounded, he then proceeds to ask her to drive to the address written on his ID card.

was for the sole purpose of keeping her by

greatest

would be helpful in

was great and all, but

didn't think that Shane would have shown mercy to anyone just

not that important

arrived at Fuchsia

who continued his act, into

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