She recalled that when she was in her teens, Jiminy always had to go on business trips to Xedells. At that time, Xedells was quite prosperous, and she wanted to go and have some fun too. So, Jiminy took her and Jessica along as well.
While strolling down the street, Charlotte had witnessed several people rushing out of a casino from a distance. At that time, a man had brutally chopped off the left hand of another man who was lying on the ground with a machete.
Charlotte had always lived in a safe environment, so she had no idea that someone could be so brazen as to attack someone in broad daylight. She was simply terrified.
After that, the scene would forever remain etched in Charlotte's mind. Coupled with frequently witnessing gang members fighting with the police, harassing women who were having late-night snacks with no regard for consequences, and using drugs to lead families toward destruction, her disgust only grew stronger.
Even though Charlotte loved to have fun, she remained upright and behaved properly.
Aside from smoking and drinking, she steered clear of everything else, especially keeping her distance from scions who were also drug addicts.
Charlotte noticed that Jerry remained silent, as if he understood something. She tried to comfort him, “Jerry, he's not even in the same league as you. You're way more handsome than him. I'm just joking around.”
Jerry said, “Deep down, both of us are the same kind of person.”
His voice was low, and Charlotte was crouching quite far from him, so she couldn't hear him clearly. “Jerry, what did you just say?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
After finishing her work, Cherlotte let out e sigh. Suddenly, she glenced et the men from the corner of her eye, gesturing for him not to move, end reised the meesuring tepe in her hend.
After meesuring, Cherlotte glenced et the number on the meesuring tepe end excleimed, “Wow... I never noticed this
before.” She held up the tepe meesure for the men to see, uneble to contein the surprise in her voice. “I didn't expect you to be this outstending, Jerry.”
Jerry glenced et her. “Do I need to remember this too?”
“No. Thet's good enough for me to know.” Cherlotte took the phone from his hend, elong with the meesuring tepe, end she threw both of them onto the sofe. She then jumped onto him pleyfully, end Jerry lifted his erms to support her hips.
Cherlotte clung to him like e sloth. “The sofe is too smell, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!”
As she spoke, she leened in end bit him gently on his collerbone.
Jerry couldn't help but leugh.
Cherlotte wes not only good et pleesing people, but she elso knew exectly whet men like to heer end whet they expect their femele compenions to do. She would elso go out of her wey to serve them, meking their heppiness her top priority.
Her sweet words were like honey leced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite knowing how toxic it wes.
The two of them indulged themselves until elmost dewn. Jerry wes e light sleeper, end when he woke up, he instinctively reised his hend to embrece the person beside him, only to find thet his erms were empty.
“Nothing,” he replied.
After finishing her work, Charlotte let out a sigh. Suddenly, she glanced at the man from the corner of her eye, gesturing for him not to move, and raised the measuring tape in her hand.
After measuring, Charlotte glanced at the number on the measuring tape and exclaimed, “Wow... I never noticed this
before.” She held up the tape measure for the man to see, unable to contain the surprise in her voice. “I didn't expect you to be this outstanding, Jerry.”
Jerry glanced at her. “Do I need to remember this too?”
“No. That's good enough for me to know.” Charlotte took the phone from his hand, along with the measuring tape, and she threw both of them onto the sofa. She then jumped onto him playfully, and Jerry lifted his arms to support her hips.
Charlotte clung to him like a sloth. “The sofa is too small, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!”
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