This is an old neighborhood in the suburbs of Rosemont, with apartment buildings that were built in the late 90s, next to a deserted large chemical factory.
Dean Tueley once worked in this chemical factory and got a staff house here.
Ten years ago, the chemical factory went bankrupt, and Whitmore Co. bought it. But it hasn't been renovated yet because there's no specific development plan. Once there is, all the nearby buildings will be demolished.
Neil is a profit-first businessman. The compensation he offered to the residents for the demolition was completely based on the lowest standard, he wouldn't give a penny more.
But no one would have guessed that he would change for Bonnie and become a generous person.
Dean, as the negotiator, thought there would be a lot of conflict. But Neil was very friendly to him and raised the compensation standard, so every family got much more than the standard compensation.
This act made Bonnie both angry and moved. She was angry because this issue was originally caused by Neil, but moved by how much he had done for her!
I sat in my car, looking up at the lights in the neighborhood, sighing inside.
During my past life, I found that Neil's demolition compensation plan had changed, so I let my dad check it out and got to know some inside stories. But I didn't know that Neil did all this for a woman.
Looking back, Neil had been crazy about Bonnie for half a year.
I didn't know the exact building and room number where Bonnie lived, so I drove slowly around this small neighborhood. Since there were no fences or guards, it was perfect for me to wander around.
Just after a round, I spotted a familiar Bugatti.
Neil, dressed in black, was leaning against the front of the car, his long legs casually resting against the car, his head slightly lowered, lighting a cigarette.
Luxury car, a handsome man, the night and the cigarette...Watching this movie-like scene, I put myself in Bonnie's shoes. A man high above, crazy about me, investing continuously, sweeping all obstacles like a prince charming, only paying attention to me, while I didn't have anything outstanding except for being pretty.
I suddenly understood that if it was me, I would fall for him too!
Bonnie is just innocent, not stupid.
I followed Neil's gaze and located Bonnie's window. Besides the light on the first floor, only the fifth floor was lit up.
I dialed Neil's cell phone.
"What's up?" As soon as the call got through, Neil's indifferent voice came through.
"Nothing, just wanted to see if you would pick up." I looked at him not far away through the car window.
As expected, he hung up.
I was a bit surprised. He could still pick up a call from his dissatisfied wife while he was deeply gazing at another woman's building thinking about how to win her over?
I sighed and drove away.
When I got home, the servants had just finished cleaning. Ada was the last one, it seemed like she was waiting for me.
"Madam!" Ada seemed a bit nervous when she saw me.
I put the left-over food on the table and asked, "Ada, what happened?"
Ada looked at me nervously, her face full of wrinkles, she seemed really distressed, "I accidentally broke a bottle of your skincare product when I was cleaning your room today, but I can pay you."
"Which one?" I asked.
She took a packet out of her pocket, opened it, and it was filled with the fragments of the bottle. It was a luxury brand toner, costing nearly 900 dollars a bottle.
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