Who would have imagined that beneath Lady Wilson’s exterior as a Buddhist believery a deeply greedy and shameless character?


    At that moment, he would have been ready to kneel before anyone who offered him a million dors.


    No one can resist the allure of money when they’re in desperate need.


    Only those who possess an abundance of wealth can afford to regard money as insignificant.


    To Charlie, ten or twenty million dors held little value. With tens of billions in his bank ount and the Emgrand Group generating massive profits annually, he found himself at a loss for how to spend it all.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    So, what was the significance of epting twenty million dors from them? He preferred to forgo the money in exchange for their reverence, wanting them to see him as their benefactor and treat him with greater respect in the future.


    That was his true desire.


    But how could he convey these thoughts to Jasmine?


    At this moment, Jasmine viewed him as a saint, someone capable of treating money as if it were worthless.


    If she believed that, he thought it best to let her continue in that belief.


    Meanwhile, Jasmine sipped her red wine, murmuring to herself, “I can handle a lot, but I refuse to let the Moore family dictate my marriage. I won’t be a pawn used to further their business interests. I won’t sacrifice my youth and happiness. I refuse to follow my mother’s path and repeat her mistakes…”


    Curiously, Charlie asked, “Was your mother’s marriage also arranged?”


    “Yes,” Jasmine replied with a nod. “After marrying my father, my mother was never truly happy. She struggled with depression for many years until she passed away when she was still quite young.”


    Charlie vaguely recalled Albert mentioning that Jasmine’s mother had gifted her a diamond ne before her death over a decade ago.


    Considering Jasmine was around twenty-five or twenty-six now, Charlie deduced her mother must have died when she was about ten. This meant her mother had been very young when she passed away.


    Taking another sip of red wine, Jasmine toyed with her ss and then said apologetically, “Mr. Wade, I’m sorry for unloading all this on you.”


    Charlie quickly responded, “Jasmine, please don’t think that way. I’m d you feelfortable sharing with me; it shows that you trust me.”


    Jasmine nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. She continued, “Mr. Wade, I genuinely want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me today. You not only saved my grandfather’s life, but you also listened to me vent about my life. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend!”


    Charlie smiled and replied, “You don’t have to be so formal with me if you see me as a friend! If friends are overly polite, it feels like the friendship isn’t genuine.”


    “Absolutely!” Jasmine agreed, nodding. “It’s gettingte, Mr. Wade. I’ll drive you home.”


    Charlie quickly waved his hand. “There’s no need for that. I don’t think you should be driving in this condition. It would be better for you to find a driver to take you home.”


    Jasmine nodded and assured him, “Don’t worry about me! The female manager here can drive meter. I insist on taking you home first!”<fn0924> Official source is find(?)ovel</fn0924>