It seed that Miyamoto Hoya had reached the extre level of love for her.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have observed her in such minute detail.
He could even tell when she was in a bad mood.
Upon marriage with Miyamoto Hoya, she would be strictly controlled by her husband.
With this thought in mind, Miss Seaton felt a wave of satisfaction, but she kept her emotions under cover.
Narrowing her eyes, Miss Seaton asked, "Are you not aware of my mood?"
Hearing this, Miyamoto Hoya squinted, before responding, "Tell who dared to cross Miss Seaton, and I will imdiately identify them. Have them torn to pieces and let them serve as a lesson."
Miss Seaton turned her gaze to Miyamoto. "Mr. Miyamoto, do you genuinely not know why I am upset?"
Miyamoto shook his head.
Miss Seaton slightly furrowed her brows and asked, "Have you settled the matter with Viola Thompson as I asked you to three days ago?"
Miyamoto, who had been preparing tea, paused, but quickly regained composure. "So that's it. I can explain."
"Go on."
Sitting down his tea cup, Miyamoto stated, "Viola Thompson has offended you thoughtlessly. I would naturally not let her off easily. Hence, I've been pondering for the past few days how to make Viola suffer a horrible fate and avenge you."
"Really?" Miss Seaton asked.
Miyamoto nodded, "Of course. There's no way I would just let Viola off the hook!"
Waving her narrowed eyes, Miss Seaton asked, "So what's your plan?"
"I haven't thought it through yet," Miyamoto confessed, pausing for a mont, "We have an old saying in Sinian, 'when the heart is concerned, disorder follows.' You are dear to , Miss Seaton. And whenever it is related to you, no matter how I think about it, sothing seems off. So I currently do not have a clear idea of how to deal with Viola."
Karina needs to hear this.
Isn't she always suspecting that Miyamoto is lying to her?
If Miyamoto was indeed lying, he wouldn't be acting this way!
A faint smile played on Miss Seaton's lips, "Well, I do have a solution."
"What is it?"
Miss Seaton's eyes flickered with cruel intent. "First, lock Viola up and find so n... Then, have her bear their illegitimate child."
Sotis, being alive can be worse than death.
Especially, for people like Viola who consider themselves superior.
How could she bear such humiliation?
Having those thoughts, Miss Seaton was inwardly delighted.
A flash of killing intent passed through Miyamoto's eyes.
It was fleeting.
A mont later, Miyamoto nodded, "Miss Seaton, I think your plan is brilliant."
Miss Seaton turned to Miyamoto, "When can I see the results?"
Miyamoto paused to sip his tea, "It may take so ti. You know who Viola is. She is the Young Miss of the Thompson Clan and also a key protected participant at Capital University. It's not easy to harm her."
Upon saying this, Miyamoto paused again, "Moreover, Viola isn't in the capital these days."
"Where did she go?" Miss Seaton asked.
Miyamoto put his teacup down, "According to our acquired knowledge, she has returned to her hotown."
Miss Seaton knitted her brows, "How long will it take for you to avenge ?"
"Rest assured Miss Seaton, I will act as soon as possible."
Miss Seaton nodded, "Anyway, I extend my words to you, only when you settle Viola's matter, do you qualify to propose to ."
Having said this, Miss Seaton got up and walked away.
Miyamoto watched her leaving figure, narrowing his eyes.
If Miss Seaton was still there, she would definitely see the murderous intent in Miyamoto's eyes.
But she was in a good mood.
This ti, she was determined to show her sister a different version of herself.
She was going to show her sister that even though she wasn't as outstanding as she was, she could still make it to the First Lady of the Jaban Country with Miyamoto's help.
This honor isn't sothing that could be achieved solely through intelligence or talent.
After all, even soone like Viola ended up marrying a good-for-nothing.
...
In River City, at the campsite.
Terrence Lentz and Viola Thompson had finished setting up the tents and assembling the tables and chairs.
At the mont, Viola was staring blankly at the lamb skewers in the food supplies.
A mont later, she looked up at Terrence, her gaze serious, "Terrence, should I roast so lamb skewers for you tonight?"
Terrence remained calm, "Tonight, the ladies only need to sit back and enjoy themselves."
At that, he turned to Eleanor Armstrong, "Mom, am I right?"
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