Thompson was a man with a strong sense of the bigger picture.
Since they and the Thompson family in Capital City were of the sa lineage, they couldn't just ignore them once they ca knocking now.
No matter when, they could never give people cause for gossip.
Especially not soone as respected as Lady Thompson.
Lady Thompson nodded slightly, "Don't worry, Vicki, I haven't gone senile yet."
Thompson, with a hint of a smile on his face, followed up with a question: "Who did Capital City send over? Soone of my generation?"
"They say so."
Regarding Viola Thompson, Lady Thompson didn't bother to inquire further.
After all, to her, Viola Thompson was soone who was completely unimportant.
Lady Thompson looked at Thompson, "Vicki, you can let Steward Dalton handle these matters. You've scarcely had a mont's peace since you've returned ho, don't bother yourself with these distressing affairs!"
Steward Dalton's job, while pleasant in na, was essentially to be a servant of the Thompson Clan.
Having a servant attend to Viola Thompson was sowhat dismissive.
In fact.
Lady Thompson had never intended to treat Viola Thompson with much consideration from the beginning.
"Alright," Thompson nodded, "I'll follow my grandmother's advice."
He just subconsciously felt a bit sorry for the relative who was visiting their house.
They obviously shared the sa last na, Thompson.
They were of the sa generation.
Yet this person was forced to ask for aid from so far away and now had to depend on others for her livelihood.
Indeed, different people had different fates.
On the other side.
The security officer rushed to Housekeeper Thor's lounge and relayed the situation to him.
Upon hearing this, Housekeeper Thor nodded, "Where is she now?"
"At the entrance."
"Then let's go."
As he finished speaking, Housekeeper Thor followed the steps of the security officer.
They quickly arrived at the entrance.
Viola Thompson was standing there.
She was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and blue jeans, with a pair of ordinary white sneakers on her feet.
She had a small black backpack on her back.
Clearly.
She was planning on staying at the Thompson's for a while.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought her backpack along.
Housekeeper Thor narrowed his eyes.
He saw a face that was as beautiful as a painting, with crimson lips and white teeth.
No makeup, yet ethereal charm.
Quite clearly.
This young woman was born with a face that could cause the downfall of a nation, and upon closer inspection, she was even more beautiful than Vicki Thompson.
Just know.
Vicki Thompson was a rare beauty.
It was the first ti Housekeeper Thor had seen a woman more srizing than Vicki Thompson.
What a pity.
The only thing that let her down was her birth status.
Had Viola Thompson been born into the Ewik Land Thompson Clan, she would no doubt have been a dazzling existence, and she wouldn't have had to rely on others for her livelihood now.
Housekeeper Thor had a sharp eye and noticed upon first glance that there wasn't a single brand-na item on Viola Thompson from head to toe.
The Thompson family in Ewik Land was trendously wealthy, with resources to rival a country.
Who would have thought...
That they would have such impoverished relatives.
It's no wonder Lady Thompson didn't personally co out to welco them, and only sent him, Housekeeper Thor, instead.
Housekeeper Thor exhibited a smile and approached Viola Thompson, "Are you Miss Thompson?"
"Indeed I am." Viola Thompson responded, lifting her eyes slightly.
Housekeeper Thor continued, "Nice to et you, Miss Thompson. I am the housekeeper of the Thompson Clan. As Lady Thompson is tied up with a few matters at the mont, she's unable to personally greet you, hence I was sent to receive you. Please follow !"
Even though Lady Thompson had no regard for Viola Thompson.
She still had to maintain appearances.
A guest is nonetheless a guest.
All he had to do was fulfill Lady Thompson's instructions competently.
"Thank you." Viola Thompson followed his steps.
The pair walked towards the manor.
The Thompson family estate was vast.
Just as the Thompson's exterior, the interior was too adorned entirely in antiquity.
With its pavilions, gazebos, and magnificent architecture.
As Housekeeper Thor walked, he took heed of the expression on Viola Thompson's face.
He had assud that Viola Thompson would bear the wild-eyed look of an intruder.
But surprisingly...
This woman managed to maintain her calm.
Not even a ripple crossed her countenance.
Her facade remained as placid as a lake.
Housekeeper Thor clearly rembered.
Last week when Mrs. Zoe Fedener's visiting relatives entered the White House, they had snapped pictures non-stop on their phones for more than half an hour.
A young woman inevitably had vanity.
Obviously, the intention to take pictures was for their social dia posts, to show off to their friends that they had visited such a high-class place, and to satisfy their vanity.
After all.
The Thompson's place was a place that was not easily accessible to just anyone.
However, Viola Thompson didn't.
From beginning to end, she never took out her phone.
This was sowhat unusual.
Could it be that...
Viola Thompson had no desire to make others envy her?
Housekeeper Thor swallowed his astonishnt and led Viola Thompson into the guest room.
Despite being the guest room, it was very luxuriously decorated.
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