This is an old neighborhood in the suburbs of the city, with apartnt buildings that were built in the late 90s, next to a deserted large chemical factory. Jas once worked in this chemical factory and got a staff house here. Ten years ago, the chemical factory went bankrupt, and Coleman Co. bought it. But it hasn't been renovated yet because there's no specific developnt plan. Once there is, all the nearby buildings will be demolished. Damon is a profit-first businessman. The compensation he offered to the residents for the demolition was completely based on the lowest standard, he wouldn't give a penny more. But no one would have guessed that he would change for Ariel and beco a generous person. Jas, as the negotiator, thought there would be a lot of conflict. But Damon was very friendly to him and raised the compensation standard, so every family got much more than the standard compensation. This act made Ariel both angry and moved. She was angry because this issue was originally caused by Damon, but moved by how much he had done for her! I sat in my car, looking up at the lights in the neighborhood, sighing inside. During my past life, I found that Damon's demolition compensation plan had changed, so I let my dad check it out and got to know so inside stories. But I didn't know that Damon did all this for a woman. Looking back, Damon had been crazy about Ariel for half a year. I didn't know the exact building and room number where Ariel lived, so I drove slowly around this small neighborhood. Since there were no fences or guards, it was perfect for to wander around. Just after a round, I spotted a familiar Bugatti. Damon, dressed in black, was leaning against the front of the car, his long legs casually resting against the car, his head slightly lowered, lighting a cigarette. Luxury car, a handso man, the night and the cigarette... Watching this movie-like scene, I put myself in Ariel's shoes. A man high above, crazy about , investing continuously, sweeping all obstacles like a charming prince, only paying attention to , while I didn't have anything outstanding except for being pretty.
I suddenly understood that if it was , I would fall for him too! Ariel is just innocent, not st upid. I followed Damon's gaze and located Ariel's window. Besides the light on the first floor, only the fifth floor was lit up. I dialed Damon's cell phone. "What's up?" As soon as the call got through, Damon's indifferent voice ca through. "Nothing, just wanted to see if you would pick up." I looked at him not far away through the car window. As expected, he hung up. I was a bit surprised. He could still pick up a call from his dissatisfied wife while he was deeply gazing at another woman's building thinking about how to win her over? I sighed and drove away. When I got ho, the servants had just finished cleaning. Cherry was the last one, it seed like she was waiting for . "Madam!" Cherry seed a bit nervous when she saw . I put the left-over food on the table and asked, "cherry, what happened?" Cherry looked at nervously, her face full of wrinkles, she seed really distressed, "I accidentally broke a bottle of your skincare product when I was cleaning your room today, but I can pay you." "Which one?" I asked. She took a packet out of her pocket, opened it, and it was filled with the fragnts of the bottle. It was a luxury brand toner, costing nearly 9000 yuan a bottle. This single product would cause her half a month 's salary. Looking at her humble appearance, I felt a strange feeling. This ordinary woman would be Damon's future mother-in-law. She was now making a ager salary every month with hard work, but might beco a noblewoman in the future, all because she gave birth to a beautiful daughter.
In comparison, my family and the Coleman family, three generations in politics and business respectively, have accumulated our current wealth and status generation by generation. "It's alright, I've used more than half of that bottle. Just be careful next ti." I felt very tired, recalling Damon's silent gaze at Ariel's house just now, I felt even more that this world was unreal. Cherry was very grateful and kept thanking , but I didn't say anything, I got up and went upstairs to rest. After taking a shower, I was lying on the bed with a face mask on, playing with my phone. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, Damon was back. "Your parents have left, you don't have to pretend anymore." I looked at Damon approaching and reminded him in a low voice. "I know." Damon took his pajamas out of the closet and left. I sighed deeply, took off my face mask, and got ready to sleep. But Sofia's call woke up, I picked up the phone in a daze, "Sofia, what's up?" "I told you about a comrcial performance that needs a cellist, do you want to go?" Sofia's voice ca from the phone. I suddenly rembered this matter and beca fully awake, "Of course I'll go!" Even if it's for free, I want to go. My purpose is not to make money, but to fulfill myself and pursue my dreams. Sofia said happily, "Great, I'll send you the ti and location later. Make sure you get there on ti!" "Okay." I agreed. Aftek hanging up, I quickly received a ssage from Sofia. The location was my old school, the concert hall of the city College, and the ti was in three days. I haven't been back to the city College since I graduated, nor have I donated anything. I've been busy dealing with Damon every day. Is this a new beginning? I'm actually looking forward to it. In order not to let the school down, I started a three-day intensive training. Since Damon often ca ho
late, I devoted all my ti to practicing the cello, staying in the music room. I got lost in the music, spending a fulfilling three days. As I played various pieces, mories of the past flooded back, filling the notes with a mix of emotions. Co evening, I took a good long bath before dialing Joshua's number. "Eliana!" It was a bit rowdy on Joshua's end, like he was in a bar. "Joshua, where are you?" I asked, worried about lacing my voice like a big sister. "School starts tomorrow, why are you still in a bar?" His voice was drowned out by the loud music, I could barely hear him say, "Eliana, I'm working, can't really talk, I can't hear you clearly!" I hung up and opted to text him. I asked him, "Are you still short on tuition? Did you spend the money I gave for dical expenses?" Joshua's reply was swift, "My dad's dical expenses fell short, I already transferred the money to him." Without another word, I wired him two grand. I have confidence in my ability to chase him. After all, Damon had once personally demonstrated to how it's done.
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