Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1249
Chapter 1249: 322: Who wouldn't love a handsome guy who abuses a little scum?_3 Chapter 1249: 322: Who wouldn't love a handsome guy who abuses a little scum?_3 After saying that, Mary Perryne sighed, “Rachel Barton has made one wrong step after another. Her life was originally even smoother and broader than her sister's, but alas…”
Had Rachel Barton not made the wrong choices in life, her life would certainly now be more fascinating than Dolores Frieman's.
After all.
Compared to Dolores Frieman, Rachel Barton had a much higher starting point.
Thinking of Rachel Barton again, Mary Perryne felt rather mixed emotions.
She felt both hatred and pity for this girl.
Mary Perryne resented Rachel Barton for nearly causing Viola Thompson's death.
But she also sympathized with Rachel Barton. She had had a hard life since childhood, her family situation was not good, which caused her to become an orphan from a young age. She craved for the love from her parents, but in the end, all she received was heart-wrenching betrayal.
After experiencing repeated blows, Rachel Barton's mentality began to twist, and she couldn't stand to see others having a better life than her.
Especially when she saw her relatives and friends living better lives than her.
Delia Frieman graduated from junior high school and made it to the position of sales manager. With a monthly salary over ten thousand, that would definitely unbalance Rachel Barton.
Why should an ex-call girl, who once worked in a red-light district, enjoy such a high salary?
When Delia Frieman found a boyfriend who was great in every aspect and didn't mind her past, Rachel Barton was even more upset.
Because she loved but could not get.
She wished everyone else to love but not get as well.
Especially Delia Frieman.
In her subconscious, the likes of Delia Frieman should be spurned by others.
Delia Frieman did not even deserve to have true love. How could she deserve such a great boyfriend?
Then look back at her friends around her.
Viola Thompson didn't need to be mentioned.
Fiona Knight, Diana Hershey, and Flora Tiarks all had prestigious family backgrounds. Even if they were not that prestigious, they were financially stable.
Looking at her friends, and then at herself.
Rachel Barton fell into complete darkness, blinded by jealousy, she even laid hands on her best friend in the end.
Thinking of this, Mary Perryne became somewhat worried, “Viola, maybe you should stop hanging out with those sisters!”
Rachel Barton was very kind in the past, but people can change.
Viola Thompson had already suffered once; Mary Perryne did not want to experience the pain of nearly losing her daughter for a second time.
Every time she thought of almost losing Viola Thompson, Mary Perryne found it hard to breathe.
Viola Thompson smiled faintly, “Don't worry, mom, I know my limits.”
If it hadn't been for her loss of taste due to a cold, Viola Thompson would never have drunk that bowl of medicine.
But just as Mary Perryne said, people do change.
No one can predict what will happen tomorrow.
Therefore, Viola Thompson still has the necessary guard against it.
After saying that, Viola Thompson picked up the menu on the table, “Dad, mom, what do you want to eat?”
Mary Perrynee picked up the menu and began to tick.
She was a very disciplined person and generally did not eat too much at night. After she finished ticking, she handed the menu to Viola Thompson, “Viola, take a look.”
Viola Thompson ordered two skewers then said, “Dad, mom, should we order a grilled fish?”
“Sure, I just wanted a beer.” Sawyer Thompson replied.
Mary Perryne did not disagree.
The order had just been placed when Dolores Frieman came over with three cups of milk tea, “Viola, Uncle and Aunt, try this milk tea. This is from a new milk tea shop nearby. The taste is pretty good, you should have a taste.”
Knowing that Viola liked milk tea, Dolores Frieman had went there to buy it herself.
All three cups were Taro Milk tea.
“Thank you, Sister Dolores.”
Viola Thompson took the milk tea and thanked her.
Dolores Frieman looked at Viola Thompson and smiled, “Viola, if you thank me, how many thanks do I owe you? No more thanks in the future!”
Having said that, she picked up the menu on the table, “Uncle and Aunt, do you want to add more dishes? The seafood, beef, and lamb are very fresh here. How about we order three pounds of crayfish?”
Mary Perryne looked up slightly, “Julie, you don't have to be too polite. There're not many of us and we can't eat that much. If it's not enough, we can always add later.”
“Alright.” Dolores Frieman continued, “I'll take the menu to the Master.”
“Alright, thank you.”
“Aunt, why do you say that? I should be doing it.”
Dolores Frieman took the menu to the kitchen and told the barbecue master, “Mr. Oda, the guests at table 18 are my benefactors. Remember to use the best ingredients.”
“Okay, Sister Dolores.”
Although Dolores Frieman's restaurant wasn't big, it was always bustling with a lot of customers.
The table that Viola Thompson had chosen was placed on the side of the road.
Overhead was the chirping of cicadas, the faint cool summer breeze blowing, drinking iced milk tea, and eating spicy kebabs, what a taste!
Chapter end
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