"Charlotte, why do you care so much about Rita's relationship with Liam?" Mason didn't understand. Recently, because the goods wouldn't sell, everyone of the Brown family was worried. Especially Mason. He was in charge of the clothing business with which something went wrong. Mason grabbed Charlotte and said with reddened eyes, "Charlotte, forget about Rita. Think of a way to help me sell those clothes." "You useless man! You are begging our daughter? Do you have no shame? If you had not offended the wholesalers, we wouldnt have been in such a position!" Grace Davis, who had been sitting at the bedside, pushed Mason hard. "Mom, don't do this to Dad!" Charlotte glared at Grace and went to help Mason up. "Dad, don't worry, I've figured out a way to help you with this mess." "What are you going to do?" Mason's eyes were full of expectations. "You'll know later," Charlotte replied mysteriously. The last few times, she had been so careless as to give Rita chances to please the

"By anyone else," Amelia was referring to Rita. Rita knew Amelia was blaming her for being unhelpful. Alas! It seemed that the good impression that she had given Amelia before had been completely destroyed today. But Rita was not discouraged. She walked forward and said to Amelia, "Grandma, although the Wilson family cant help, I didn't say I wouldnt help in person. As a member of this family, how can I just sit by and do nothing? Naturally I will contribute." "You?" Amelia was surprised. Everyone else was also very confused. Amelia turned to her. "How are you going to help?" "I also signed up for the design contest," Rita replied. Grace burst out laughing. "Rita, are you kidding me? You expect to win the design contest and help this family just relying on your lousy drawing skill? You think you are as good as my daughter?" "You never learned designing. You participating in a design contest will only embarrass yourself!" Mason snorted and also began to snipe at Rita. "Rita, i

Divorce agreement! That's what the fuss was all about? His hand coiled into a fist, wrinkling the paper. Then the door was open and Rita sat in the car. Rudely, Liam grabbed at her shirt and dragged her to his face, gazing at her. "This is what you want me to talk about?" He waved the paper in his hand, his eyes cold like a sharp knife. Rita was a little terror-struck. "Right." She answered, nodding. "Say it again!" suddenly, Liam's face was extremely dark. The atmosphere in the small space of the car froze. At that moment, Rita felt suffocated. "Liam." Confronting him, Rita mustered the courage to open her mouth. "If you are worrying that grandpa might not be able to accept the new. Sign the agreement first and I promise that I won't tell him and pretend that we're still married in front of him." Liam kept his dark face, no word. Rita took his silence as consent. "No worries. We need each other's help after all. I will honor our deal for my parents, if it's not for me."

"The remitter was Rita." The answer covered Liam's face with a layer of frozen ice. "Are you sure?" "Yes. We even found the surveillance tape of Rita remitting at the bank." "Send me the video." "Yes." He hung up, is face livid. The remitter was Rita? That's the last outcome he would expect. With a plinking sound, a message popped up on his phone. Liam put the car in neutral and clicked on the video. When he's done watching the clip, he looked so dreadful that as if he was going to kill someone. He dialed a number. "Jacob, I'll send you a video. I need you to find out whether it's been edited. Hit me back in ten minutes and tell me the result." "No. don't hang up, I want to know immediately." "Yeah... alright." Jacob was still drinking, the sudden call and Liam's cold voice gave him a pause. Then he put down his wine hurriedly and dashed upstairs to the third floor of the bar. It was one of Jacob's stomping grounds. He turned on the computer and start authenticating t

A week later, after a week of judging all the entries by the Internet and the examiners, 15 winning works were finally selected. In order to create an atmosphere, the organizers finally invited the top 30 finalists and people from all walks of life to participate in the evening of the design competition to announce the award.At six p. m., a car pulled up on the red carpet.The door opened and a pair of silver high heels stepped on the carpet. Then up were spindly and white legs. In a silky black dress, the legs were more white and delicate.The onlookers were stunned. Looking at the woman in the black dress, people were amazed and even the photographer forgot to take a picture."What are you waiting for? Take pictures!" At the editor's urging, the photographer quickly focused on the woman, who was like coming out of the painting, pressing the shutter."Who is she? She is not inferior to those online celebrity with a huge fan base!" "I don't know." "I don't know either."The crowd sho