Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1262
Chapter 1262: 324: A discerning eye identifies the pearl!_4 Chapter 1262: 324: A discerning eye identifies the pearl!_4 With a change of thought, Mary Perryne asked again, “Is she single?”
“No, not yet.” Viola Thompson answered truthfully.
Hearing this, Mary Perryne's eyes brightened, and she slapped her thigh, “Fantastic!”
After she slapped, Mary Perryne seemed oddly puzzled. “That didn't hurt at all?”
She was sure she'd hit her hard enough.
“That's because you hit my thigh,” Viola explained.
Mary Perryne: “…”
No wonder it didn't hurt her.
Turning back to the previous topic, Mary Perryne asked, “So, you're sure she doesn't have a boyfriend?”
“I'm sure.” Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
After answering, Viola gave a subtle, playful squint of her eyes, “Mother, you aren't interested in her, are you?”
“Absolutely!”
Mary Perryne didn't hide her thoughts at all, “What a nice and cool girl! And she's smart. Honestly, I haven't seen a girl brave enough to keep poisonous snakes and scorpions as pets!”
Viola never expected Mary Perryne would be impressed by the weird pets she kept.
It was indeed a peculiar connection.
“So, who do you want to introduce her to?” Viola asked.
“Of course, your eldest brother!” Mary Perryne quickly added, “I think their auras match and the age is just right.”
Mandel Thompson was thirty-two this year.
Even though he was successful, he was still single, which made her anxious.
She was truly worried. After all, people his age already had kids who could handle housework.
At this, Viola chuckled lightly.
Seeing this, Mary Perryne asked, “Why are you laughing?”
Viola answered honestly, “Because she has a crush on Brandon too.”
Those two really had a certain destiny.
“Really?” Mary Perryne was staring with wide eyes.
“Yeah.” Viola nodded slightly.
Mary Perryne squinted her eyes a bit, “Then, I have to create some opportunities for these two kids!”
Viola said with a smile, “Then I must congratulate you in advance for getting a grandchild.”
Hearing the words 'grandchild', Mary Perryne was almost laughing out loud.
Previously her biggest wish was to find her daughter and reunite the family.
Now, all she wanted was for her three sons to get married soon and have kids so that she could enjoy her life as a grandmother.
On the other side.
After being persuaded by Jodie Edison, Mrs. Edison started wavering. She thought that Dolores Frieman seemed to have good conditions.
For one, her son was indeed getting on in years.
Secondly, she had been to Dolores Frieman's barbecue shop and observed her. Even though the shop wasn't large, the business was booming, often with long queues.
Mrs. Edison had calculated it, and even removing utility and labor costs, she was making at least a few thousand each night.
If she made three thousand a night, that added up to ninety thousand a month.
With that kind of yearly income, even a mortgage loan in the Capital City could be quickly paid off.
However.
All this wasn't important. What was important was that if her son married her, all of these things would become theirs, right?
After all, Dolores was quite good looking, especially her wide hips.
They said women with big hips could have sons!
So, once they were married, they'd have money, and a son.
After she came to this realization, Mrs. Edison decided to assess Dolores Frieman's character.
She wanted to choose a well-behaved wife for her son, not someone who'd act like royalty.
No woman with a bad temper would ever step over the threshold of the Edison's home.
Now that there weren't many customers in the barbecue shop, Mrs. Edison found a seat and ordered a couple of small plates and some barbecue items.
Her order arrived quickly.
Mrs. Edison took a couple of bites, then called a waitress over, very unsatisfied, “There's sand in this clam dish!”
“I'm sorry,” the waitress immediately apologized, “I'll take it back and have the chef refry it.”
“Get your boss over here! Also, this meat is overcooked!”
The waitress realized they'd encountered another difficult customer.
She immediately called over Dolores Frieman.
Dolores came over with a smile, “Ma'am, is there a problem?”
“What kind of barbecue does your shop serve! Are you trying to kill me? There is sand in every single clam, and the skewers are too tough. Don't you know elderly people have bad teeth?”
“I'm really sorry. I'll have the chef make you a new dish right away, and the skewers as well.” As she finished, she turned to the nearby waiter, “Gehret, let Master W know to make a new dish of clams and skewers for table six. Make sure the skewers are tender!”
“Yes, Boss,” Gehret replied.
Chapter end
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