"It's a sche!" Sweetie continued, "Every ti my brother sches against , he uses that exact look."
Who would take a six-year-old child's words seriously?
Not to ntion a child.
Even adults would be completely confused about such matters.
Sweetie, with a look of disappointnt about her sister, "Sister, you must not be fooled by Hale Bennett, that Big Gray Wolf! He just said he believes you, but he doesn't believe you at all. He's CPU-ing you!"
"Ah no, it's PCU, maybe WPS? PUW?"
Sweetie thought for a long ti but couldn't rember what the three letters were, so she gave up, "Anyway, he's trying to ntally control you, he's definitely not a good person!"
Cara Turner is dood!
She really can't see through such an obvious scam.
Barton chuckled and bent down to look at Sweetie, saying slowly, "Did you finish the howork Professor Alpha gave you?"
Hearing this, Sweetie imdiately covered her face and ran away.
She couldn't hear it; she just couldn't hear it.
Why does sothing as horrible as howork exist in the world?
She couldn't escape it at ho.
And she couldn't escape it here either!
Barton looked at Sweetie's retreating figure, his face showing a helpless smile.
This child, always acting way beyond her age.
If guided properly in the future, she might really accomplish great things.
Sweetie ran out of the villa in one breath.
She didn't want to be dragged back to do howork.
Howork is for those who lack talent.
She was so outstanding, she didn't need to waste ti like this.
Sweetie ran too fast.
Bang!
She hit an object.
More precisely, a person.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry."
Being a polite child, she apologized imdiately.
"Sweetie?"
This voice sounded sowhat familiar.
Sweetie looked up and saw Hale Bennett, "Big Gray Wolf!"
Hale Bennett:"???"
Big Gray Wolf?
Realizing she'd said the wrong thing, Sweetie imdiately covered her mouth, then grinned and said, "Hale, what a coincidence."
"Yeah, quite a coincidence."
Sweetie tiptoed and caught the corner of Hale Bennett's clothes, with a pitiful look, "I sneaked out, you won't send back, will you?"
Pretending not to see Sweetie's expression, Hale turned and walked towards the other side.
Sweetie watched Hale's retreating figure, chin in hand, "I thought he was going to CPU , but I didn't expect the Big Gray Wolf to be so easy to talk today."
"Who's the Big Gray Wolf?" The already distant Hale Bennett suddenly turned around.
Frightened, Sweetie bolted.
The Big Gray Wolf was scary!
...
Country Polluton.
Viola Thompson received an invitation from Designer Su.
Inviting her to attend the early autumn fashion release.
She didn't want to go initially, but when she turned to the last page of the invitation, she saw that they were offering Royal Milk Tea from Cuba.
Royal Milk Tea from Cuba.
It must be delicious.
Viola gulped down saliva and looked up at Terrence Lentz, who was reading a newspaper under the light, "Mr. Lentz."
"Hmm?" Terrence Lentz slightly lifted his eyes.
"Join on a trip the day after tomorrow."
"Okay."
Viola slightly narrowed her eyes, "You agree so readily without even asking where we're going?"
"Would you sell out?" Terrence Lentz countered.
Viola nodded earnestly, "Yes, I'm selling you out."
Terrence Lentz laughed lightly, "Selling to be your trophy husband?"
Viola also laughed.
Soon the two were in a playful uproar.
"Alright, let's stop," Terrence Lentz suddenly turned serious.
"What's wrong?" Viola asked curiously.
Terrence Lentz stood up and cleared his throat, "I need to use the restroom."
Viola then noticed his discomfort and quickly buried her head in the pillow, chirping, "Go ahead."
Who would have thought the distinguished and aloof Miss Thompson could also be like this?
The next day.
Today Terrence had his own matters to attend to.
Conveniently, Viola also had things to take care of.
She had just stepped out of the laboratory.
When a little girl ran into her.
Bang!
The little girl nearly fell, but Viola, with quick reflexes, caught her arm.
"Thank you," the little girl said.
Her tone lacked the usual panic of children.
"You're welco," Viola responded softly.
That voice, so familiar!
The little girl looked up, her blue eyes wide.
A mont later, the little girl's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Viola, "Gemma! So you were hiding here!"
Viola bent down, looking at Sweetie with a gentle smile, "Little friend, you must have mistaken for soone else."
"Gemma, don't you recognize ? I'm Sweetie," Sweetie clung to Viola, crying softly, "Gemma, I missed you so much."
Viola was completely baffled.
"Little friend, you really have the wrong person."
Sweetie looked up at Viola, her face mysterious; she put her index finger to her lips, made a shushing gesture, and whispered low, "Gemma, I understand, I understand everything! Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell this secret to anyone!"
Before Viola could react, Sweetie imdiately turned around and ran away, not forgetting to look back and say, "Gemma, I'll co back to find you!"
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