Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1401
Chapter 1401: 351: Provoked the person who shouldn't be provoked!_4 Chapter 1401: 351: Provoked the person who shouldn't be provoked!_4 Diana Hershey nodded eagerly, “Exactly! Who would be so foolish?!”
Mr. White is attractive, tall, powerful, and not to mention, wealthy! Although he is a bit stingy, his money goes mostly to spoiling his wife! He's only stingy with himself.
Mr. White chuckled, “I can't tell you that!”
Flora Tiarks looked at Mr. White, “Uncle, did you confess your feelings?”
Though he had never done so before, afraid of revealing his inner thoughts, Mr. White nodded, “Yes, I confessed my feelings.”
Flora's eyes widened.
She knew her uncle well. Even though he was stingy, he never lied.
If he said he confessed, then he definitely did it!
Right now, Flora was really curious about the kind of girl who would refuse to become the head lady of the White family!
It was simply unimaginable.
Next, Flora said, “Uncle, how come you didn't tell me you were going to confess your feelings? Did you buy her flowers? What kind of gift did you prepare? Is it because you acted too much like a typical man that she rejected you?”
Mr. White turned to look at Flora, speaking deliberately, “Can you please stop pouring salt on my wounds?”
Any more questions, and his secret would be exposed. Thus, Mr. White had no choice but to change the subject.
Moreover, he wasn't good at lying.
Diana Hershey smiled, “Flora, let's talk about something happy!”
Flora had no choice but to change the topic.
Just then,
A screeching noise!
The car came to an abrupt halt, and due to inertia, everyone was lunged forward forcefully
Except for Viola Thompson,
She remained as steady as a mountain.
“What happened, Uncle?” Flora asked, puzzled: “Why did you suddenly brake?”
Mr. White frowned slightly, “It's not that I suddenly braked, but the car has broken down.”
Upon finishing speaking, Mr. White turned on the hazard lights and placed hazard cones at approximately 150 meters before and after the car. He then phoned a towing company, only to be told that they would have to wait about two hours.
Mr. White frowned.
Indeed, one should not lie; otherwise, they will face retribution.
“Marcus, do we have a toolbox in the car?” Viola walked up from the back seat.
Mr. White paused before nodding, “We do, but it's just basic tools.”
“That's fine, basic tools are enough.”
Mr. White immediately went to the trunk to fetch the toolbox.
When he made his way back to the front of the car, Viola had already lifted the hood and was thoroughly examining the internal circuitry.
“Viola, do you know how to fix cars?” Mr. White was somewhat surprised.
Flora crossed her arms, with an obvious look of pride on her face, “Of course, my Vio can do anything! What is there that she can't do?”
What does knowing how to fix a car even count for!
Looking at Viola's profile, Mr. White felt as if he had unexpectedly discovered a treasure. It was a pity that he found out at the wrong time.
Because of the timing, there were some things that were better left unsaid.
Once spoken, it's very likely that they might not even be able to maintain their friendship.
Moreover,
Viola was not single now.
Love knows no order, but involves moral integrity.
Mr. White was a man of pride and dignity, so he would never do anything against his principles.
“The Plum Blossom Riser.” Viola stretched out her hand.
Mr. White immediately found the Plum Blossom Riser from the toolbox and handed it to Viola.
After fiddling around for a while, Viola closed the hood, “That should do it. Marcus, why don't you give it a try.”
Mr. White got in the car and started the engine. It worked perfectly!
Diana Hershey laughed, “Vio is truly amazing!”
Viola raised her eyebrows slightly, looking somewhat proud, “Or else why would I be Vio?”
She rarely ever acted childishly like this.
Fiona Knight pulled Viola's arm, “Viola, can you teach me when you have some time?”
Fiona, although being a girl, was quite interested in car repairs. Sadly, her mother always dissuaded her from engaging in such activities.
Saying it was too dirty.
And indeed, it was dirty. After just around ten minutes' worth of work, Viola's face was smeared with a smudge of black grime.
But she was naturally beautiful, her skin white as snow. Looking at her now, the smear of dirt didn't put a dent in her beauty, but instead lent her a unique charm.
Viola took out the small mirror she carried with her, along with a tissue, and began meticulously wiping the dirt off her face.
She was without makeup, bare-faced without the use of heavy foundation, and as such, she didn't have to worry about ruining her makeup.
As Flora was messing around in the front, she suddenly discovered that the air conditioner was working again, so she quickly turned on the air conditioning.
Chapter end
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