Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 43

"Charlotte, why do you care so much about Rita's relationship with Liam?" Mason didn't understand.

Recently, because the goods wouldn't sell, everyone of the Brown family was worried. Especially Mason.

He was in charge of the clothing business with which something went wrong.

Mason grabbed Charlotte and said with reddened eyes, "Charlotte, forget about Rita. Think of a way to help me sell those clothes."

"You useless man! You are begging our daughter? Do you have no shame? If you had not offended the wholesalers, we wouldn't have been in such a position!" Grace Davis, who had been sitting at the bedside, pushed Mason hard.

"Mom, don't do this to Dad!"

Charlotte glared at Grace and went to help Mason up.

"Dad, don't worry, I've figured out a way to help you with this mess."

"What are you going to do?" Mason's eyes were full of expectations.

"You'll know later," Charlotte replied mysteriously.

The last few times, she had been so careless as to give Rita chances to please their grandma.

This time, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Not just that, she would beat Rita!

"Charlotte, you keep secrets from me? Tell me." Mason was curious.

Charlotte patted him on the shoulder confidently. "Dad, I can only tell you not to worry. I will help you."

After all, what she was going to do this time was her strong suit!

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Meanwhile, in Rita's room, as soon as Mason left, the flattering smile on her face disappeared, and she threw the fruit platter onto the table.

Phew! Mason was finally gone. Her smile would freeze if he had stayed any longer.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she wiped her hands. "Now you can rest. I'm going to see my parents. I'll be back when the meal is ready."

After that, Rita turned and walked towards the door.

"Rita, do you think that's appropriate?" Liam asked. Confused, Rita turned around. "What do you mean?"

Talking to him was torture. It was hard to keep pace with his thinking. That was how she felt right now.

"Do I get nothing in return for playing along?" He raised his eyebrows. "Not even a thank you?"

Rita finally understood. She shook her head. "No." Liam was lost for words.

"It's a mutually beneficial relationship. Helping me is helping you. Am I right, Mr. Wilson?" Rita put on a fake smile again.

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Liam ignored her rhetorical question and walked to the sofa. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room was icy. Rita didn't think it weird, though; she was used to it.

"Mr. Wilson, is there anything else?" she asked with an insincere smile.

"Water!" Liam said as he read a magazine.

"There's no water."

Liam paused and glared at her, demanding, "I dare you say it again!"