Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1555
Chapter 1555: 385: Having eyes but failing to recognize the gold and jade! _2 Chapter 1555: 385: Having eyes but failing to recognize the gold and jade! _2 “Okay.” Sophie nodded.
Downstairs.
Standing on the scale, Viola Thompson laughed and said, “Auntie, I told you I haven't lost any weight, didn't I?”
Eleanor Armstrong frowned, saying, “What do you mean haven't lost any weight? You used to weigh 44 kilograms, now you're 43.5! That's a whole pound!”
At 5 foot 9 inches tall, Viola already looked lean at 98 pounds. Losing another pound made her thinner.
Hearing this, Viola chuckled, “Auntie, your eyes are incredibly sharp to be able to notice even a single pound of weight loss.”
“Of course! Can't I see that you've lost weight?” Eleanor continued, “Viola, it's important for young people to take care of their health and not just work all the time. You should know that your uncle and I have set aside a large sum of money for you. Even if you stop working now, you won't exhaust it!”
“Okay.” Viola nodded slightly.
Eleanor Armstrong grabbed Viola's hand, glanced at the hall, and said in a low voice, “Be careful with your sisters-in-law, neither of them are easy to get along with.”
“Mm-hmm.” Viola nodded again.
Just then, Harlan Lentz walked in carrying a fruit plate, “The fruit you ordered, Eleanor, has arrived! Where is Viola? Let's eat it now.”
“Here she is!” Eleanor held onto Viola's hand, “Viola, let's go.”
The fruits Eleanor bought were mostly rare tropical varieties, some even had to be pre-ordered months in advance.
Some of the fruits with skins and pits were already deseeded and peeled by Harlan Lentz to make them easier to eat.
“The jabuticaba this year is really good,” Viola praised the fruit, “it's very juicy.”
Eleanor smiled and said, “The seller said the same thing, seems like she wasn't lying. Viola, have more, I bought a lot!”
“Okay.” Viola nodded slightly.
After speaking, Eleanor looked around and asked, “Where is the third son?”
She was asking Harlan Lentz.
Harlan Lentz replied, “He's in the kitchen watching over the milk tea.”
Hearing the words 'milk tea', Viola's eyes lit up, “I'll pay a visit too.”
“Do you know where the kitchen is, Viola? I'll go with you.” Eleanor said.
“No need, I know where it is.”
Viola walked into the kitchen and sure enough, there he was, bustling around.
Terrence Lentz had rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscular arms as he focused intently on toasting the tea leaves.
He looked quite handsome.
It's true what they say, a man is at his most attractive when he's focused.
Viola stroked her chin thoughtfully and walked over, “Hey Lentz.”
Lentz?
Terrence Lentz glanced at her without pausing his work, “Old?”
Viola arched her eyebrow, “Not old?”
As she spoke, she continued, “Every three years is a generation gap, so we have two and a half generation gaps between us.”
He was eight years older than her.
Viola was nineteen, and he, twenty-seven.
“That gap is perfect,” Terrence Lentz said, lowering his gaze, and lowering his voice, “In some matters, I'm definitely more experienced than you.”
Viola's ear turned red. She reached over and pinched Terrence's waist, “Can't you ever act your age?”
Terrence only smiled and didn't answer.
Viola quickly changed the subject, “How soon will the milk tea be ready?”
“We'll have to wait a couple more minutes,” Terrence Lentz's voice was deep and husky, “You might want to leave. The kitchen's not exactly fragrant.”
“No problem, I'll supervise.” Viola crossed her arms, taking a stance like a supervising boss.
A smile played at Terrence Lentz's lips, “Okay, if there's anything wrong, I hope the 'boss' will promptly point it out.”
Seeing this, the Head Chef hurriedly left the kitchen with his apprentices.
On the other side.
Capital City, the Astir residence.
Isla Astir was about to leave when the doorbell rang.
Isla Astir got up quickly to answer the door.
Standing outside was a man dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase.
The man greeted her with a warm smile, “Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Liam Webster. Does he live here?”
“Yes,” Isla Astir nodded, “How may I assist you?”
The man handed Isla a business card, saying, “Hello, I'm from Garsong Group, my surname is Esti. Could you please call Mr. Webster for me? I need to speak with him.”
Taking the business card, Isla Astir said, “Hello, Mr. Esti, please come in and take a seat. I'll call my cousin.”
Esti nodded, and with a smile said: “I am perfectly fine to wait here for Mr. Webster.”
“Alright then.”
Having said that, Isla Astir walked to Liam's room door.
The door was ajar, and she could see Liam at his desk working on his computer.
Isla rapped on the door, “Big cousin.”
Hearing this, Liam Webster turned around, “What's up, Isla?”
Chapter end
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