“Yeah.” When she spoke of Thorne, Vesta’s voice softened, “I’m not fully healed yet, and Thorne’s been worried sick. He came over to pick me up.”

As she spoke, she didn’t even glance at Charlene.

Then she added, “Mr. Ramirez, we’ll be taking our leave now. See you next time.”

Dalton had been itching to confront Charlene, to seek justice for Vesta.

But seeing Vesta couldn’t even bother to give Charlene a proper look, he sensed her disdain, her refusal to stoop to the level of engaging with someone like her. Vesta’s pride and directness caught Dalton’s eye, further convincing him of her unique charm and appeal.

In that moment, he also felt that arguing with Charlene was pointless.

He found Charlene unworthy.

This thought filled him with genuine disgust towards Charlene.

He told Vesta, “I should be heading out as well. Let’s go together.”

Vesta nodded, and together with Henley, they left without looking back.

As she departed, Vesta didn’t give Charlene a single glance, but Dalton turned to give her a cold look before he left. From his look, Charlene knew exactly what was going on. Men prejudiced against her because of Vesta weren’t new to her.

Thinking this, Charlene coldly returned the glance and was the first to look away, treating them as if they were mere air, almost walking side by side towards the exit. Dalton was taken aback.

He hadn’t expected his little scheme to be so transparent, and yet she had the audacity to stand her ground so confidently.

He scoffed sarcastically.

It was indeed an eye-opening experience for him.

Truly, all kinds of birds exist in a large forest.

Seeing Charlene leaving unabashedly with them, Henley was surprised and frowned.

Vesta’s steps faltered ever so slightly, but then she continued forward as if she hadn’t seen Charlene at all!

In the parking lot, Thorne had gotten out of the car and was waiting by the door for Vesta.

Seeing Charlene exit with them caught him off guard, but his expression quickly returned to neutral.

Charlene also noticed Thorne.

She walked straight to where her car was parked, without a sideways glance.

Once in her car, Charlene set her navigation and drove off.

Thorne and the others hadn’t left yet.

As she drove by, she noticed Thorne gently opening the car door for Vesta with tender care.

There was a dinner party on Saturday, and Stewart came back on Friday afternoon.

Hearing about Dalton’s actions, he couldn’t help but laugh coldly, “If that’s the case, we really don’t need to cooperate with him. It spares us the annoyance of dealing with him.” Charlene felt the same way. There were many other potential partners besides Dalton. She didn’t need to lower herself.

On Saturday afternoon, Charlene was picking out an evening gown for the party when her phone rang.

It was Jasmine.

She had been avoiding her calls, hoping Jasmine would eventually stop calling so frequently.

Despite her expectations, Jasmine kept calling her two or three times a week.

Charlene didn’t answer this time either.

Seeing her missed call, Jasmine didn’t feel as dejected as before.

After so many unanswered calls, she had almost given up on reaching out to her mother.