Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 1730
Dior turned to Charmine and commented, 'This feels nice, Charmine. I find myself not thinking about that jerk when I’m busy.”
Charmine smiled. "Good. Carry on, then."
This was only half of her plan.
"Alright." Dior nodded. Every stick and branch was treated like they were Harry, to which Dior lashed out on as she halved them.
Jerk! Idiot! Dummy!
That malignant woman got to Harry's brain, just like that. What a fool!
Dior no longer wanted to love him-she refused to love a nitwit.
She cut the sticks and branches mercilessly. One slash, two slashes...
Charmine and Dior cut out wood for the entire day. The feeling of letting go and focusing on something made Dior feel less
horrible.
After dinner...
Chris was fast asleep while Charmine and Dior were in the front yard.
The moon looked rather hazy that night, and the surroundings were tranquil, save for the gentle night breeze that blew.
Dior brought out a few beers as they both sat opposite one another, resuming their drinking session.
Dior took one bottle for herself and clinked it with Charmine's-it felt like they were a team. "I'll follow you around from now on,
Charmine," she declared. "If you want to start any business, count me in. I'll have your back, and you, mine. We won’t get
married, and we'll live just fine this way!"
She no longer loved Harry, that tool. She did not fall out of love, and no, she was not upset!
Charmine clinked her bottle with Dior's and softly responded, "Okay."
Dior tried to put a smile on her face. "Deal. We won’t get married, and we'll focus on making money!"

She wanted to make so much money that she would drown out herself, forgetting Harry in the process.
'That's right," harrumphed Charmine. "No marriage; just purely making money!"
Dior picked up the bottle and took a mouthful. She put it down and put on gloves to start eating chicken claws.
"Men are useless," scoffed Dior as she ate. "Steer clear from us, boys!" "You got that right," Charmine chimed in. "We need no
man in our world!"
The both of them drank, unknowingly prolonging their session to the middle of the night.
When Charmine walked inside to get more beer, the phone on the table rang abruptly. Frowning, she walked up to the phone
and picked it up, only to find out William was calling.
Charmine accepted the call nonetheless. "Mr. Peterson, is something the matter?"
William had not seen Charmine for a long while. Hearing her voice once more stirred his feelings within him.
He said gently, "Ms. Jordan, Roskow has a major project looking for partners. They do construction work, and I think it suits you.
However, this project is quite complex, and it’ll take two to three years to complete. I'm heading over there tomorrow. Would you
like to join?"
Charmine held onto the phone tightly. She narrowed her eyes.
Complex? That sounded like a challenge.
Furthermore, two to three years?
She could take this as a retreat!
Charmine took a moment to think about it before answering, "I can do it.
Count me in."
With that said, she then noticed Dior in the yard and added, "Mr. Peterson, I’d like to bring another person with me." "Alright,
then," answered William, "I’ll pick you up now." "Hmm? You'll pick me up?" Charmine frowned.
"Yes," said William. "I happened to be on a work trip near Mount Village, and I'm only about ten kilometers away."

The truth was, since Charmine had gone to Mount Village on her own, he followed her.
He was the one who sent her the flowers and necessities, and he kept a close eye on her, worried about her.
It was only when Anthony showed up did he go to a nearby town.
"Alright, then," replied Charmine, "you may come now."