Like a moon encircled by stars.
Elizabeth Thompson, clutching Mr. Cooper's arm, had just walked out of the guest room area when she saw this scene unfold.
That is...
Viola Thompson?
Seeing Viola, Elizabeth felt an indescribable sensation in her heart.
An incredibly uncomfortable one.
The Viola of the past was nothing but her stepping stone.
But now?
She'd transford into the untouchable Young Miss of the Thompson Family.
As for her...
She'd gone from a pampered heiress to a gold-digger kept by an old man.
Thinking about this, Elizabeth's face was filled with a sardonic smile.
Just wait!
She was sure she could rise from the ashes.
As long as she successfully marries Terrence, she will return all previous humiliations to Viola, a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
As for losing her chastity...
A minor repair will do.
There are loads of beauty centers out there.
As Mr. Cooper saw her daydreaming, he bent down and planted a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek, "Dear, did you see soone you know?"
Although she had been with Mr. Cooper for a while, Elizabeth still felt disgusted.
Mr. Cooper was over sixty.
His skin had begun to sag, his face was full of wrinkles, he suffered from a beer belly, and he even had age spots.
While she was in the pri of her youth.
Endure it.
As long as she could endure it a little longer, she would definitely secure the next joint venture.
Then, she wouldn't have to be tainted by these disgusting old n ever again!
Mulling over this, Elizabeth's eyes were full of unyielding determination.
Viola was escorted to the hotel's private dining area.
A feast was already laid out on the large round table.
To avoid any missteps, Prima had specifically arranged for soone to investigate Viola's preferences ahead of ti.
The majority of dishes on the table were Viola's favorites.
The beverage was milk tea.
Viola originally just wanted to find a place to sit, eat so food, and leave. But Prima, along with Charles Linstad, the principal of Capital University, insisted on pulling her to the head of the table.
After all, Viola was the star of the day.
As soon as she was seated, people ca over to propose toasts to Viola.
The dinner did not conclude until two hours later.
Chief Thompson walked over from his seat, took a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket, "Miss Thompson, I'm Henry Thompson. My daughter is about to enter middle school this year, and she really likes you. Would you mind writing sothing encouraging for her and signing your na as well?"
"Of course," Viola nodded slightly, "What's your daughter's na?"
"Page Oakes," Henry Thompson further explained, "Page as in 'the beauty of flowers,' and Oakes as in 'hope.'
Upon hearing this, she took the paper and pen, and wrote:
[Wishing you, Page: be happy every day, not wasting ti and seize the day.
Viola Thompson.]
The slender, golden script was gorgeous,
Picturesque, like silver hooks hanging on iron wires, creating a style of its own.
Indeed, her handwriting reflected her character.
Amazed at the sight, Henry Thompson knew that this handwriting was sothing not even many literary masters could achieve.
"Here." Viola handed the note with her signature to Henry Thompson.
Henry Thompson took the note with both hands, decided in his heart that when he got ho, he would have this note frad.
After signing the note, Viola went to the restroom.
Chester imdiately walked over, looking quite excited, "Clifford, did Miss Thompson sign sothing for you just now?"
"Yeah," Henry Thompson was sowhat excited, showing the signed note to Chester, "Look how beautiful Miss Thompson's handwriting is! When I get ho, I'm going to fra it and hang it in my living room."
Chester added, "Do you still have a piece of paper? I'm going to get Miss Thompson's autograph too!"
Henry Thompson looked up and down at Chester with a smug expression, "You make it seem as if you have a daughter."
Chester: "..."
That remark from Henry Thompson hit a raw nerve.
He only had two mischievous sons.
God knows how much he envied Henry Thompson.
His second child was supposed to be a girl, but turned out to be another boy.
anwhile, Henry Thompson was quite fortunate.
His first child was a daughter.
Moreover, she was exceptionally sensible, obedient, intelligent, and adorable.
By the ti the banquet ended, it was already past three in the afternoon.
Prima arranged a special car to bring Viola back ho.
Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of Thompson Family Manor.
Prima got out of the car, went around to the passenger door, and opened it, "Miss Thompson, we're here."
"Thank you." Viola got out of the car, "Prima, you've really put in a lot of effort today."
"It's no trouble at all, we were just doing what we should be doing."
Prima then handed her a business card, "Miss Thompson, my private phone number is on this card. Feel free to contact if you need anything."
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