Most people at the event, just like Dalton and Moran, assumed Charlene had only gotten to know Professor Kenton and his wife because of Stewart.
Especially tonight—with Stewart’s parents, Hector and Darleen Ferguson, and the Vernons all present.
When people saw Hector, Darleen, and the Vernons greeting each other so warmly, like old friends, their closeness all but confirmed everyone’s suspicions—they looked every bit the perfect extended family.
No one really noticed when Gaylord arrived.
He overheard the whispered discussions about Charlene and Stewart, but he still doubted there was anything romantic between them. As for Kenton, given how capable Charlene was, maybe she’d already become his protégé.
At the moment, Stewart was the most sought-after bachelor in their social circle.
The Ross family didn’t exactly count as upper crust in Starfall’s elite circles, so the idea that Stewart might be settling down with Charlene left many feeling a little bitter—though, truth be told, most still didn’t take Charlene too seriously.
The notable exception was the handful of domestic tech tycoons, who showed Charlene every courtesy. After exchanging pleasantries with Professor Kenton and his wife, they each made a point of seeking Charlene out for a chat.
Perhaps others didn’t realize it, but in the tech world, these industry giants knew exactly what Charlene was capable of.
According to their own assessments, Charlene’s abilities weren’t far behind Stewart’s. In fact, PrimeStar’s rapid and steady growth over the past six months could be credited in no small part to her. If they managed to lure Charlene away, it would be almost like poaching half of PrimeStar itself.
“Ms. Ross, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Do you remember me? We met a few weeks ago. I’ve been following the two projects PrimeStar is working on lately—their concepts and prospects are both remarkable. I heard you’ve been leading both teams? Mr. Ferguson is already astonishingly talented for his age, and with someone as exceptional as you anchoring the company, it’s no wonder everyone is envious.”
After the compliment, the executive couldn’t help but probe further. “Someone with your expertise in AI is exactly what our company needs. May I ask—why did you choose PrimeStar over us back then? Did we fall short in some way?”
After all, it was rare for Professor Kenton to show up at events like these.
Tonight, the spotlight was squarely on Kenton and his wife, Stewart, and Charlene. Charlene, especially, was the center of attention.
Meanwhile, Vesta stood alone, quietly apart from the crowd—Thorne and Granger nowhere nearby.
She looked a bit lost, a little forlorn, her mood clearly low.
Given how someone like Charlene could win so much admiration for her talent, it was only natural for someone who’d suffered under her to feel downcast. Dalton could understand why Vesta seemed upset.
Seeing this, he made his way over to her.

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The readers' comments on the novel: Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne)
Well cockroaches it seems you've reached your final destination at which your nasty colony will be destroyed! Way to go Stewart!!!...
Now ı want to know how Thorne will stay silent with her daughter there and people talking bad about her mother....
Oh god! It's getting super boring and dragging. Lost all the interest now. A warning to new readers, avoid reading this....
761 chapters and they still couldn't divorce...
Is the universe against the divorce now?...
It is now mind numbing excruciating and irritating in the Chinese version where Thorne is ambiguous and now openly again intimate with Vesta, she leans and mutters sweetly holding his arm! And her clan are viciously demeaning Charlene while Thorne is within hearing distance. There is no justice no reparations for Charlene. Utter disheartening this novel is now...
Thorne must have bashed his head somewhere....
Chapters 480 and on are repeat from previous chapters. What's up with that? Time to stop reading this novel....
Thanks for the update. Keep them coming please!...
Any hope for Vesta being brain-dead?...