Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1521
Chapter 1521: 378: Not Recognizing Mount Tai_3 Chapter 1521: 378: Not Recognizing Mount Tai_3 Viola Thompson took the flowers with both hands, “Thank you, Auntie.”
A bouquet of flowers so large that it almost hid her face.
But the flowers couldn't hide her radiance.
“Auntie, I should be going now,” Viola Thompson continued.
“Mm.” Miyamoto Hoya nodded.
Holding the flowers, Viola turned and left.
Only Miyamoto Hoya and Miyamoto Hoya remained in the air.
Miyamoto Hoya looked at Miyamoto Hoya, about to open her mouth, but Miyamoto Hoya preempted her, “Auntie, I agree with what you said. Miss Thompson is indeed an extraordinary woman.Her company would be preferred as that of a friend rather than an enemy.”
“Are you sincere?” asked Miyamoto Hoya, her eyes narrowing.
“Mm.” Miyamoto also nodded.
Then Miyamoto Hoya asked, “And?”
She didn't believe Miyamoto Hoya just wanted to be friends with Viola.
“That's all.” Miyamoto Hoya emphasized each word.
His first reaction to seeing other beautiful women was possessiveness.
Because of this, he had been with many women.
But not with Viola Thompson.
His first instinct when he saw Viola was to protect her.
If she was the rose on the B612 asteroid, then he was willing to be the glass cover to protect her.
Miyamoto Hoya stared at Miyamoto Hoya, “Really?”
“Really.” Miyamoto Hoya nodded.
Miyamoto Hoya shook her head, “That doesn't sound like you.”
Her impression of Miyamoto Hoya was twofold.
Gloom.
Ruthless in his pursuits.
If Miyamoto Hoya did fall in love with Viola at first sight as she thought, then he would certainly take action to prove it.
Miyamoto Hoya did not speak, nor did he explain.
As a king, his emotions should not be easily seen by others.
Viola held the bouquet and stepped outside.
Mandel Thompson's car was already parked there.
The driver's side door was open, you could vaguely see him leaning on the car door, smoking under the street lights.
The flickering glow of the cigarette illuminated his face.
Seeing this, Viola raised an eyebrow slightly.
It seems there was someone in Mandel Thompson's car.
Otherwise, he would never be smoking outside the car.
This was unlike Mandel Thompson's character.
Also, Mandel Thompson seemed to be not in his usual state, otherwise, he would definitely notice her presence immediately.
Could it be that he really is, as Mary Perryne said, in love?
Viola, walking quietly towards Mandel, said “Big brother?”
Mandel Thompson then snapped back to reality, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and put it out with his toes, “Viola.”
Viola looked in the back seat, “Is there someone in your car, brother?”
“A friend,” answered Mandel Thompson.
“Oh.”
With that, Viola reached over and opened the back door of the car.
Upon opening the door, a young woman was seen sitting there.
About twenty-two years old.
Long curly hair, wearing glasses, in a blue plaid shirt, she radiated an artsy aura. She was smiling, but it was clear she was a bit nervous.
She probably didn't expect anyone to open the back door of the car.
Viola got into the car holding the flowers, smiling warmly, “Hello, I'm Mandel's little sister, Viola.”
Viola!
Upon hearing this, Isla Astir's eyes widened in surprise.
She hadn't expected the person Mandel was picking up to be Viola!
Viola was the person she admired most.
Overwhelmed, Isla didn't know how to react, “Hello, my goddess. I…I…I really like you!”
“Thank you.” Viola placed the flowers in the front seat and turned to smile at her brother, “Big brother, you're not going to introduce us?”
Mandel scratched his nose, “This is Miss Astir, Isla Astir. Isla, this is my sister, Viola.”
Viola looks at Isla, “My brother's friends are my friends. Miss Astir, you can call me by my nickname Viola, just like my brother does.”
She could tell that Mandel felt differently about Isla.
And besides, this girl was natural and genuine, not fake.
If she could be with Mandel, Viola would gladly approve.
Hearing these words, Isla looked at Viola, her eyes filled with astonishment.
She never imagined that Viola could be so approachable.
Even less did she expect that Viola would call her Sister Isla.
Viola sat next to Isla Astir, “Sister Isla, we are about the same age, so you don't need to be formal.”
Perhaps she might be her future sister-in-law, so Viola naturally needed to be warm.
She didn't want to come off as cold to her possible future sister in law.
“Okay.” Isla nodded.
Only God knew how nervous she was right now.
She had no idea how to interact with her idol, and she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.
Viola looked to her brother, who was in the front seat,”Big brother, I have some things to take care of, so you can just drop me off at the Pleased Plaza.”
Chapter end
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