Chapter 83

Jolene had a busy day today and didn’t finish everything until evening.

She checked the ticket. There was no high-speed train back to J city, so she could only stay in the hotel for another night.

She called Frank uncomfortably, and Frank said he was fine, that is, his mother called him today to ask if he was doing well at school.

Jolene said, “You answer naturally, don’t let Mom see it.”

“No, Mom definitely didn’t see it, Jolene, when are you coming back?”

“Tomorrow.” Jolene booked a ticket for tomorrow morning: “I will definitely be back tomorrow.”

Before she hung up the phone and went to take a shower, she passed the living room and saw that the contract Bowen had shown her last night was still on the coffee table.

She didn’t delve into how she felt when she learned that Bowen and Viona’s wedding was just a deal.

Should she be secretly happy?

No, it doesn’t.

She understands that even if Bowen and Viona’s wedding is.

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fake.

It doesn’t mean she can pick up the slack.

She doesn’t have that kind of life.

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phone ringing outside, but she couldn’t go out to pick it up even though she was covered

shower and blowing my hair, my

out to pick it up as she

she hesitated

Fang.” She is getting married today, why do you still

have something to ask you,” Viona said politely.

“You say.”

you, but…” Viona’s tone suddenly sounded a little shy: “You are not an

didn’t know what she was asking, and stopped

have anything to ask, just tell me.

voice: “Do you know what brand Bowen used

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for a moment, but

“That.”

“Which one?”

regular,

Jolene finally

talking

is she showing off

Probably both.

speak, and she couldn’t answer such

Viona didn’t want her

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have drunk alcohol, and she could hear a little tipsy in her tone: “Bowen is taking a shower inside,

Sorry, Jolene, it’s my first time with

answer, and the water from her hair dripped drop by drop on the log-colored floor, and soon a

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