Miss Thompson, who had never feared heaven or earth, found herself cowed for the first ti!
She swallowed before carefully straightening the man's collar, "How, how should I make it up to you?"
"Don't you know?" Terrence Lentz leaned down and lifted her chin with his hand.
A man's body is always a bit different.
Especially in monts of deep emotion.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting all wrong, Viola very observantly said, "I was wrong, Lentz."
"Do you realize your mistake?"
"Yes."
"It's too late." As his words ended, he leaned over to press down, his eyes looking as if he was about to plant a fervent kiss on her lips, but then he changed direction, his thin lips landing on her cheek.
He kissed her firmly, then without waiting for Viola to react, he turned and left.
So quickly.
Viola watched his retreating figure, her heart racing, and this ti she didn't dare provoke him further.
She hadn't expected the gentle little lamb to turn into a big hungry wolf!
And the kind that doesn't even leave the bones after eating.
This was the first ti Viola knew that Terrence Lentz had such a side.
Terrence Lentz went upstairs for a cold shower, listened to the "Clear Heart Mantra" three tis in his study, and then sat back at his computer to start a video conference.
In front of the senior executives of the group, he was still the unapproachably cool Mr. Terrence.
Everyone had to weigh their words carefully.
Viola took care of all her affairs, then walked to the balustrade to look down.
From her angle, the man was sitting in front of the sofa, concentrating on the computer.
Suddenly feeling a bit hungry.
Thinking about his not-bad cooking skills and rembering she had almost been bullied by him just monts ago, Viola narrowed her eyes and then spoke up, "Lentz."
Terrence Lentz glanced up slightly.
"What is it, boss?"
Boss!?
Holy shit!
Already curious about this matter, the senior executives now couldn't believe their ears.
Mr. Terrence is calling who the boss?
This was too incredible!
What did that girl look like to make their Mr. Terrence treat her this way, willingly submit at her feet.
Incredible!
Just then, the girl's voice ca through the air again, "I want to eat the beef noodle soup you make."
"Can you wait ten minutes?" Terrence Lentz then asked.
"Yes."
Terrence Lentz looked at the screen once more, his voice still serious, "Ti is tight, report what you must report, summarize what you must summarize, we will end the eting in ten minutes."
What ti is tight?
It is clearly you who are anxious to go back and cook beef noodle soup for the little ancestor!
The crowd was both astonished and incredulous!
Who could have thought that such incredible things would happen twice in one day.
At this ti, the female executives started to get envious.
They never expected that Mr. Terrence could also cook beef noodles!
Truly amazing.
Ten minutes later, Terrence Lentz hurriedly ended the eting, went to the kitchen, and according to Viola's taste, cooked her a bowl of beef noodle soup.
Terrence Lentz used to be a man who would never take a step near the kitchen.
But at so point, he beca skilled in everything, ho cooking, hot and sour noodles, beef noodle soup... there was nothing he couldn't make.
The fragrant beef noodle soup had a layer of red oil on top, garnished with green onions, coriander, minced garlic, and finally topped with a spoonful of homade chili sauce; the taste was simply unforgettable.
Viola, with her left hand holding the beef noodles and her right hand holding a milk tea, was utterly content.
In a mont, she gave Terrence Lentz a thumbs-up with satisfaction, "Lentz, you are truly amazing!"
The taste of this beef noodle soup was good enough to set up a stall, okay?
Number one!
Terrence Lentz's eyebrows slightly raised, "You know too little about ."
"How so?" Viola Thompson asked curiously.
The corners of Terrence Lentz's mouth curved slightly, his tone casual, "I have even more impressive qualities."
"I don't believe that."
A slight smile played at the corners of Terrence's mouth, "No matter, one day you'll witness it for yourself."
Viola Thompson narrowed her eyes slightly.
For so reason, she felt there was sothing off about that statent, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Was she overthinking it?
...
Capital City.
George Armstrong ca ho for the holiday, and Sabrina Sabir cried to her beloved son about being swindled.
Upon hearing this, George's brows furrowed tightly.
He had only been gone for fewer than ten days, and such a big incident had occurred.
This family really couldn't function without him!
After crying for a while, Sabrina wiped her tears and continued, "Don't worry, George, even though our family has been cheated out of all our savings, we won't let you suffer. Your father, your sister, and I are all working now. We plan to do as before, using all of your sister's salary for your living expenses."
George looked at his mother, his face full of reproach, "You really are good for nothing except causing trouble!"
That was eight hundred thousand.
The money for his future house.
Now, without that eight hundred thousand, what would he use to buy a house?
His origins were already not as good as those of his classmates, and now he had encountered such a disgusting affair, which George found unbearable.
Sabrina didn't dare to retort against her son, shafully saying, "Mom knows her mistake!"
George was still not appeased and pointed at Sabrina's nose, "Idiot! You're a complete idiot! Why don't you just die!"
Beside them, Edward Armstrong's brows slightly knitted, "George, that's still your mother!"
Money can be earned back, but once a person is gone, they're truly gone.
"You're stupid, too!" George turned his attack towards Edward, "Look at you, do you even act like a man? Can't you keep her in check a bit?"
In George's view, Sabrina's actions were no different from a lunatic.
Edward sighed heavily.
George shook with rage.
He couldn't understand why he had to be born into such a family.
His father a good-for-nothing, his mother a shrew.
And then there was his sister.
Having this disgraceful sister was worse than not having one at all.
He was a top student at Capital University, while his sister was just an assembly line worker, making George feel too ashad to introduce Christina to others.
After all, the siblings of his roommates were all top students as well.
George couldn't understand why he had to be so much less fortunate than everyone else.
Why did fate have to be so unfair to him!
Sabrina, still crying, said, "Don't be angry, George, it's all Mom's fault. Don't worry, I will think of a way. I will definitely earn back those eight hundred thousand."
No matter what, she couldn't let her son's money for his house go down the drain.
George didn't speak, he just snorted coldly and entered his room, slamming the door with a vengeance.
Bang!
The echoing noise was deafening.
Edward sighed and said to Sabrina, "I'll go cook."
Just then, a ringtone cut through the air.
Sabrina answered her phone, "Hello."
"Is this big sister Sabrina?" A pleasant female voice ca through, "This is from the Happy Marriage matchmaking service."
"What is it?" Sabrina asked.
The matchmaker continued, "Big sister Sabrina, we've found a fairly decent match for your daughter. The other party would like to et. Do you have ti to co by?"
Upon hearing this, Sabrina imdiately perked up, "Does the other side know my requirents?"
The matchmaker on the phone rolled her eyes but still responded with a smile, "Don't worry, as long as the man is destined for your daughter, he will certainly be willing to pay a bride price of one million."
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