Otherwise, Christy Xenos would criticize Joshua Clarke for being wasteful. Isn’t it just because of her good grades?
Is there any need for such extravagance?
Is it easy for the family to make money?
She doesn’t think about the family at all.
The restaurant business is difficult, and Wendy doesn’t understand the value of money.
Regardless of how much Christy talks, Cindy doesn’t love having them celebrate.
After hearing those words, who would still be in the mood to eat?
She doesn’t even want to eat her al anymore.
But Wendy is different.
As long as Wendy achieves the slightest success or progress, Christy must praise her to the skies and prepare a large table of delicious food.
The only ti Cindy gets to eat cake during the year is when Wendy celebrates her birthday.
Even Christy Xenos and Joshua Clarke’s birthdays don’t involve buying a cake.
Now, hearing Adrian Zhekova say that the whole family is celebrating her.
Cindy thought, no matter what, she must win today’s competition and advance successfully.
She smiled at Adrian Zhekova: “The competition hasn’t even started yet, and you think I can win?”
“My intuition is very accurate,” Adrian Zhekova said confidently. “Last ti I felt you could win, and you won. This ti, I still think you can win. You will definitely win.”
“Then you have more confidence than ,” Cindy couldn’t help but laugh.
“You don’t even have this much self-confidence?” Adrian Zhekova asked, raising his brow slightly. “I don’t believe it.”
At this mont, a sudden honking sound ca from behind.
Adrian Zhekova rolled down the car window to look back, and saw the Old Master sticking his head out of the car behind them and shouting at him, “What are you dawdling for? Get moving! If you delay Cindy’s race, you’ll be sorry!”
Adrian Zhekova: “…”
“Let’s go,” Adrian Zhekova said helplessly.
He rolled the window back up and drove away.
The Old Master, satisfied, told the driver to start the car.
He turned around and saw Morgan Zhekova holding her face in admiration, staring at him.
The Old Master imdiately straightened his back in satisfaction of the little guy’s adoring gaze.
“Why are you looking at like that?” The Old Master asked, his mouth trembling with repressed joy.
“Great Grandfather, you’re so impressive,” the little girl said, holding her face. “When you roar, Dad obeys imdiately. In front of you, he’s very well-behaved.”
Morgan believed that the Old Master was a person who could suppress Adrian Zhekova!
“Of course,” the Old Master said with a straight back and unabashedly. “In this family, my words carry the most weight!”
The Old Madam didn’t expose him; she just silently sneered.
The Old Master could maintain so dignity in front of Morgan.
Outside, the Old Madam always gave him face.
But after speaking, the Old Master himself felt a little guilty and stealthily glanced at the Old Madam.
Seeing the Old Madam ignoring him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Great Grandfather, you’re so mighty!” The little child imdiately hugged the Old Master’s arm.
The Old Madam looked at them and thought that the little one was really silly.
She still doesn’t know she’s mistaken the person.
Adrian Zhekova dropped Cindy off at the entrance of the racecourse and deliberately parked the car in an inconspicuous spot to avoid being seen by others.
“Good luck in the competition,” Adrian Zhekova said to Cindy.
“Mm,” Cindy nodded heavily, “I’m definitely going to win.”
Adrian Zhekova smiled warmly and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “I know you will.”
Cindy got out of the car and entered the backstage of the racecourse through the contestant’s passage.
First, she signed in and then proceeded to get prepared.
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