Chapter 527

Chapter 527:

Hope flickered in Bonita’s eyes as she gazed at Fernanda with a mix of astonishment and anticipation. “Really?” she asked timidly. “You think you can help me?”

“Absolutely. You’re my friend, after all. Who else should I help but you?” Fernanda’s smile was warm and comforting. “I offer my help because I genuinely care about you. You’re a kind, wonderful person, and truly exceptional. Ignore anyone who tries to belittle you. You’re the best. Pursue what you’re passionate about and forget about the judgments of others. They have no right to judge you. You are perfect just as you are.”

Bonita suppressed her tears, biting her lip fiercely. For the first time, someone was acknowledging her positively. Until now, she had only faced criticism.

“Fernanda, I really admire you. You seem to handle everything with such ease, without fear.” Bonita gazed at Fernanda with a mix of awe and wistfulness. “I wish I were half as strong as you.”

“Hey, you’re amazing. Not many could have endured what you have.” Fernanda spoke to her earnestly. “You’ve already made it through the hardest times. The future is full of possibilities—just trust in it and keep moving forward.”

Bonita bit down on her lip again, this time nodding with determination. It felt as though her luck was turning. After meeting Neal, then Fernanda, followed by Sloane, Wendy, and her circle of college friends, she was finally surrounded by genuine kindness.

She started to believe that everything would turn out alright.

Her faith was now placed in her friends, the kindness of the world, and her own inner strength.

Located in the southern part of the country, Litdence was a sprawling city, far larger than Esaham. While it may have lacked the cultural richness of Esaham, Litdence thrived economically, particularly in its booming foreign trade sector.

The city flourished as a vibrant international hub, characterized by towering skyscrapers and bustling traffic.

Around one o’clock in the afternoon, a young man arrived at Litdence International Airport. He wore large sunglasses that almost completely obscured his face, yet his impressive physique and striking presence did not go unnoticed.

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Outside, a swarm of paparazzi eagerly awaited the arrival of famous faces, hoping to capture lucrative shots. Some, curious about the young man, turned their lenses toward him, speculating about his potential fame in show business.

But a seasoned photographer cautioned his peer, “Hey, cut it with the photos. That guy’s not a celebrity, he’s Mr. Reed.”

Recognizing the name, the other photographer responded with a knowing look, “Oh, Cristian, right?”

“That’s him.”

Disappointment flickered across the photographer’s face as he reviewed his shots. “Such a waste. He’d shine in the limelight with that look and charisma. Too bad he’s not interested.”

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