Charlie quietly slipped out of the house, wanting to avoid the heated argument still raging inside.


    It was clear that it would be wise for him to steer clear of the frustrating domestic disputes.


    He found refuge in a quaint café, where he ordered some snacks and settled in to enjoy his free time until evening.


    This bustling spot was located on a well-known gourmet street in Aurous Hill, teeming with people.


    As Charlie relished his meal, his attention was suddenly drawn to two figures across the street, one of whom looked strikingly familiar.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Could it be ire?


    He spotted ire seated by a grand window on the second floor of an upscale restaurant. Opposite her was a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and polished leather shoes, sporting gold-framed sses.


    ire was animatedly holding a folder, chatting away as if she were showcasing her portfolio and her new venture as a frence designer, hoping the man would consider investing in her new project.


    Despite her enthusiasm, the man appeared disinterested in what she was saying. He even attempted to grab ire’s hand while reaching for the folder, but she instinctively pulled it back just in time.


    Charlie felt a surge of anger as he witnessed this outrageous scene!


    How dare that man try to make an unwanted advance on his wife!


    At that moment, the waiter approached with a te of chips, but before he could set it down, Charlie hastily threw a twenty-dor bill on the table and jumped to his feet.


    “Keep the change.”


    ***


    On the second floor of Little Italy, ire struggled to mask her disgust as she maintained a polite smile, addressing the man across from her. “Mr. Murray, I’vepiled all of mypany’s future ns and prospects in this folder, which I believe will lead to promising developments. If you decide to partner with me, I assure you that I’ll deliver exceptional project nning.”


    “Miss Wilson, I recognize your talents and have faith in you,” Mr. Murray replied, offering a stiff smile. “However, we have recently invested significantly in various projects, and our capital is currently quite limited.”<fnbe1f> For original chapters go to find·novel</fnbe1f>


    ire felt a twinge of disappointment. She had dedicated the entire morning to presenting her portfolio, but his responses had been ambiguous, leaving her puzzled.


    Noticing her downcast expression, Mr. Murray rubbed his hands together and said, “Actually, this isn’t a dead end just yet. Let me consult with the senior executives first. To be honest, your portfolio is quite intriguing. Why don’t we continue our discussion at 8 tonight? I’d love to learn more about your work.”


    “Um, Mr. Murray, that’s ratherte…” ire hesitated.


    Meeting at 8 PM would be pushing it, and there was a chance their conversation could stretch well past midnight, which wouldn’t reflect well on her reputation as someone’s wife.


    The man smiled. “No, it’s not toote. Investment matters require thorough understanding and mutual trust, wouldn’t you agree? I’ll treat you to a lovely dinner tonight, and we can carry on our discussion. Come, Miss Wilson, let’s shake hands for our future coboration.”


    He extended his hand toward ire’s, a subtle flirtatious glint in his eyes.


    Peter Murray had long been aware of ire Wilson, the woman renowned as Aurous Hill’s most beautifuldy, but he had never had the chance to meet her until now.


    Today, however, ire had reached out to him directly, expressing her desire to break away from the Wilson family and seeking his investment in her new studio. He was thrilled! He envisioned a captivating evening with ire, nning to sweep her off her feet!