Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 433

Since Carlisle was a university freshman like herself, Laura assumed he was around 17 or 18 years old. Yet, despite his youth, he had partnered with Mr. Worth on a project worth 400 million. Laura couldn't imagine how far he could go in just a few years.

A business prodigy like him was indeed someone she admitted and looked up to. Therefore, Laura was eager to keep his shirt as a source of motivation for herself.

"No. This shirt belongs to Carlisle. I must return it to him someday," Kelly insisted, shaking her head.

Laura glanced at the blood-stained hole on the shirt and remarked, "The shirt is already torn. I doubt someone like Carlisle would wear it again!"

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Kelly nodded in agreement.

"So, why don't you sell it to me?"

Laura's expression lightened up.

"No. This shirt was torn because Carlisle tried to save me. I'll hang it by my bed as a reminder for me to repent," Kelly replied firmly.

Kelly's perspective toward Carlisle had clearly changed after he risked his life to save her. After all, Carlisle was a teenager like her, too, and yet he had bravely confronted those middle-aged thugs.

Laura pouted. Her expression was filled with disappointment.

After a brief silence, she smiled and asked, "Then, could you give me Carlisle's messenger username?"

Kelly lowered her head gloomily.

"I don't have his messenger username."

She used to detest Carlisle so much that she would rather not see him, so how could she possibly have his messenger username?

At The Pearl Lounge, Gareth took off his coat and draped it over his shoulders as he and Carlisle headed toward the largest booth, their arms around each other's shoulders, looking like a pair of ruffians.

Gareth had a good physique. He appeared slim in clothes but muscular without them. His eight-pack abs resembled rugged mountain ranges, exuding a wild and powerful charm. ga

Carlisle glanced down at his belly. Although he didn't have a beer belly, he certainly didn't

have abs. Recalling his earlier powerless situation, he decided to carve out time for daily exercise and perhaps learn some self-defense techniques, too.

When he noticed Carlisle staring at his abs, Gareth smirked proudly as he patted his own stomach and asked, "Envious of my abs? Want to feel them?"

"No thanks!" Carlisle replied, his expression showing disgust.

Hank had already fallen asleep on the couch. However, Gareth hadn't outdrunk him. Rather, Carlisle had sent him a message telling him to get himself drunk.

In fact, before Carlisle headed to the restroom, Gareth had already had too much to drink, while Hank was only slightly tipsy. Despite Hank claiming he could handle more alcohol, Carlisle worried Gareth might overdo it, so he urged Hank to speed up his drinking.

"Carlisle, buddy. Are you ready for our next round?"

Gareth leaned weakly on Carlisle's shoulder, clearly feeling the effects of alcohol.

"Next round? You should take a break now!"

Carlisle's face twitched, feeling the pressure on his wound from Gareth's leaning.

Gareth didn't respond, completely knocked out. Carlisle quickly pushed him onto the couch.

Hank opened one eye to confirm that Gareth was thoroughly drunk.

He then swiftly got up and asked, "Carl, did you really gamble on shares worth 4.08 million dollars?"

He wondered what kind of shares would cost 4.08 million. Even selling off Govan Technology Limited couldn't fetch that amount.

"Leave that for now. Let's find him a room to rest," Carlisle said, patting his pockets.

He still had his phone and keys, but it seemed that he had forgotten to bring some money.

"Can you lend me some money for a cab?" Carlisle asked Hank, who lent him a hundred dollars.

Hank escorted Gareth to a luxurious guest room on the fifth floor of the bar while Carlisle took a cab back to Willow Grove.

After showering and tending to the wound on his shoulder, Carlisle sat on the couch to check his phone. There were over ten missed calls from the same unidentified caller.

Carlisle returned the call and heard Christine's voice on the other end.

She said, "Carlisle, the investor agreed to meet you and Wanda tomorrow at noon at Imperial Hotel to discuss the collaboration."

"Okay. Please arrange the venue and give me the room number," Carlisle replied.

"I, um, heard Wanda has taken a break from studies. If she's not there tomorrow, I'm worried the investor might think we're not serious enough," Christine said, concerned

about the 30 million investment potentially falling through.

"Taking a break from studies?"

Carlisle's eyes widened in disbelief.

He frowned and remarked, "I thought she was just on a few days' leave."

He ended the call and dialed Susan's number.

"Hi, Carlisle-"

"Ms. Lowe, I'm sorry for disturbing you at this hour. I just wanted to ask if Wanda has taken

a break from her studies?"

"Yes, she has."

"For how long?"

"Indefinitely. Didn't you know?"