"Not at all."
After exchanging greetings, Terrence Lentz turned and left.
Watching Terrence's retreating figure, Flora Tiarks said, "Vio, your man treats you so well!"
So goodness is not expressed in words.
But through genuine emotions.
These genuine feelings are reflected in the smallest details.
The details of Terrence was filled with consideration for Viola Thompson.
Whatever he did, he always prioritized Viola.
When eating, he washed Viola's dinnerware with warm water first.
When eating shrimp, the first one peeled was always for Viola.
...
Hearing this, Diana Hershey nodded and chid in, "Indeed, he's not like other guys putting up a front. You can tell he truly cares about you."
Pretending to be nice is possible.
That's why so people change after getting married.
But Terrence Lentz is not like that.
More importantly, Terrence knew how to respect Viola and was very tactful.
As a boyfriend, he understood boundaries, knowing what to do and what not to do.
Fiona Knight agreed with Diana Hershey, nodding in approval.
Viola lifted her head proudly, "Of course, who do you think is his girlfriend!"
Flora Tiarks took out the gift from Terrence, and continued, "Viola, your man has left now. Can we open it to see what style of bag is it?"
It was clear from the packaging that it was a luxury bag.
But through the packaging, they couldn't tell what type of bag it was.
Earlier when Terrence was still around, they felt embarrassed to unbox it, but now that Terrence had left, they definitely wanted to check it out, after all, Viola wasn't an outsider.
At this, Diana Hershey and Fiona Knight's faces lit up with excitent.
Not many young girls don't like bags.
Viola smiled and said, "You guys can open it and see."
The three imdiately started to unbox it.
A mont later, Diana Hershey let out a shriek, "Holy cow! It's the latest limited edition from the official website!"
"It's so beautiful!"
LIP bag.
With a price tag of 86,000.
Among the wealthy, this price is not too high, but since it's a limited edition with only a hundred pieces worldwide, this has doubled its value. After being artificially marked up by resellers, it's already 200,000 in the current market.
But even at 200,000, it's simply too hard to buy.
Flora Tiarks laughed and said, "I've been eyeing this bag since last month, but I didn't manage to get one. Viola, your man really knows a woman's heart!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Flora picked up the bag and gave it a few hearty kisses, "My little darling, I finally got you! I'm going to take photos and show off on my social dia right now!"
Flora took a few photos and began composing her social dia update.
"[Thankful to my Vio's future husband!]"
This social dia update was seen by Mr. White, who was driving at the ti.
He furrowed his brow.
Vio's future husband?
Just as Mr. White was in deep thought, his car window was knocked.
Mr. White put his phone away, looked back and asked, "Are you the custor with the last four digits 6812?"
Yes.
The normally thrifty Mr. White was making use of his commute ho to drive for a rideshare service.
Each ride fetched him thirty-five bucks.
Although it's not much, it was enough for a lunch.
And since it was along his way, to Mr. White, this thirty-five bucks was as good as free money.
That's why his commute was never lonely.
The person standing outside the car was a very young girl.
About twenty years old, her eyes were slightly red, looking like she had been crying, in a daze.
Mr. White asked again, "What is your phone's last four numbers?"
Only then did the young girl respond, "6812."
Mr. White unlocked the car and lowered the rear passenger door, "Please get in."
Apart from being frugal, Mr. White valued his life.
After all, he's also a multimillionaire, what if he's targeted while driving his rideshare?
These days, even boys out and about must learn to care for and protect themselves.
The young girl opened the car door and got in.
Mr. White started the car and prepared to take off, "You're going to Erald Bay, correct?"
No response ca from the backseat.
Mr. White frowned slightly and raised his voice a little, "Could I confirm, are you going to Erald Bay?"
Silence hung in the air.
Mr. White looked back.
He saw that the young woman was crying copiously.
Mr. White handed her a tissue, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to go to Erald Bay?"
The young woman took the tissue, sniffled, and nodded.
Mr. White started the engine and drove off.
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