Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



The next day, Carlisle used his roommate's computer to verify his Alumni Network account.

As for Shane, he made use of his free time to set up a stall on the university field with two other classmates to promote Alumni Network.

At noon, while Carlisle was eating lunch at the cafeteria, Sean called to say they had already surpassed two thousand registered users for Alumni Network.

"It's happening too fast! We can't stop it!" he told Carlisle.

"There were only a hundred people this morning, and there were two thousand by noon. If this trend continues, there is a possibility that we'll surpass five thousand today!" Sean was overwhelmed with excitement.

"It is happening pretty fast. This is thanks to that press conference of yours." Carlisle looked very calm as if everything happening was within his expectations.

Sean chuckled. "You're too kind, Carl. It's because of how great that reward system is for bringing in new users! With that setup, I think Alumni Network will have more than a million users within a month. When can we start accepting advertisements for profit?" Alumni Network had many staff members who needed to be paid.

Maintaining the server and managing the website was also a huge expense.

Carlisle thought for a moment and said, "There's no rush. We'll talk about making profits once the registered users surpass three million. Right now, focus on managing the website well so we can guarantee user loyalty!"

When websites started accepting advertisements, it would result in a reduced user experience.

They could not neglect the user's experience for the sake of earning money quickly.

After ending the call, Carlisle scrolled through his contacts until he found Wendell's number.

He really wanted to call and ask, but after a moment's thought, he gave up on the idea.

Sometimes, the more one wanted something, the more disappointed one would be.

At the Martells' psychiatric rehabilitation hospital in Yorksle, Wanda sat beside the window, reading a newspaper.

It was the only way she could find out what was going on in the world outside.

Wanda wished she could get a newspaper from Riverland. She put down the Yorksle Evening Times that she was holding and sighed.

She took her diary from the drawer and flipped to the high school seating chart she had

drawn.

She stared at the blank seat, still unable to recall the missing classmate's name.

"Who could the person be?" Wanda propped her chin in one hand and murmured to herself.

At that moment, Lucy called up to her from downstairs. "Wanda, our daily supplies are here. Would you like to come out with me and get them?"

"Yes! Wait for me, Lucy!" Wanda stuck her head out to answer.

Once every three days, supplies would be sent to them.

The butlers would notify the housemaids in each villa to get the items.

When the butler was around, Lucy would not allow Wanda to step foot outside the living area.

If Lucy allowed her to leave the living area, it meant the butler was absent.

It wasn't that Wanda was planning to escape. The place was as secure as a cage, and it would be impossible to run.

Besides, Lucy had told her the mountains around them were filled with wolves and leopards. There were even a few brown bears raised there.

Therefore, Wanda was going out to get a breath of fresh air.

Staying in the living area for such a long time was no different from being locked up in a prison.

Wanda changed her shoes and headed to the supply collection point with Lucy.

Lucy was pushing a trolley, and she reminded Wanda sternly, "Wanda, you've got to stick close to me later. You must not walk on your own. If the butler finds out, I'll lose an entire month's salary!"

Wanda nodded obediently. "Don't worry, Lucy. I won't run around on my own!"

"Good girl, Wanda." Lucy ruffled her hair, smiling.

Wanda didn't behave like a spoiled heiress, and Lucy was happy to take care of her day-to- day needs.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The supply center was next to the main gates, and there were already several housemaids chatting and laughing there.

About three miles away from the rehabilitation hospital, there were several security guardhouses.

These guardhouses were all manned by burly men in military uniform.

When the van driver saw how heavily armed they were, he couldn't help swallowing. " Wendell, will we be able to sneak in?"

Wendell squinted from the passenger's seat as he said, "It's hard to tell. If it's already this heavily guarded outside, it's probably even more strict on the inside.

"Anyway, we're just here to scope the place out, so it doesn't really matter whether we can sneak in. Don't be too nervous, or you may expose us."

The two of them were dressed in the uniform of a fresh produce company, and they both had face masks on.

With Percy's help, it had taken three days for them to find a fresh produce company often sent supplies to Maple Mountain. that