If it weren't for the fact that George Armstrong couldn't fit into the girl's down jacket, Sabrina Sabir wouldn't have let Christina Armstrong wear such expensive clothing.
When Christina heard this, she was sowhat moved.
She really felt that her mother had changed.
She had beco different from before.
Her mother in the past would never buy clothes for her on her own initiative, let alone treat her so well.
Christina looked at Sabrina, "Mom, thank you."
At that mont, the kind-hearted Christina had not yet anticipated that her mother would interfere with her marriage.
In this world,
how could a birth mother do sothing to hurt her daughter?
Sabrina smiled and said, "You silly child, there's no need for thanks between us, mother and daughter!"
After saying this, Sabrina sighed and continued, "In the blink of an eye, you're going to get married. All I hope is that after you go there to lead a good life, you must not forget that you have a brother. You and he are blood-related, siblings; no matter when, you must lend him a hand."
"Okay," Christina nodded.
Perhaps because of her family background, Christina saw nothing amiss in her mother's words.
Between siblings, it is right to help each other.
But Christina overlooked one thing.
Sabrina had not spoken of mutual help; she ant one-sided help from Christina.
A married daughter is like water splashed out.
Why should George Armstrong help Christina?
It should be Christina helping George!
Christina, sowhat nervously, said, "Mom, maybe you should return the down jacket?"
Wearing such expensive down jackets made Christina sowhat uncomfortable.
Especially since it was bought by her mother.
"No return, no return, you look so lovely in it, why return?" Sabrina thought about returning it, but it was Peter Stone who had personally bought it at the boutique, so even if it was to be returned, Peter Stone would have to go himself.
Of course.
Peter Stone not only bought clothes for Christina, but he also bought expensive skincare products.
But Sabrina thought Christina was not worth such expensive skincare products, so she kept them for herself!
She was Christina's mother, there would be no Christina without her, so it was only right and proper for her to use Christina's things.
Christina, still unaware of the reasons behind, looked at Sabrina with eyes full of moved emotions.
Sabrina continued, "By the way, Christina, you should tell the leaders at the factory tomorrow that you won't co to work anymore. Tomorrow, go with mom to the hair salon to get your hair done."
This too was a stipulation by Peter Stone.
Peter Stone liked curly hair.
Christina was stunned, "Mom, does it need to be so formal?"
"This is a big lifeti event for you, of course, mom has to be serious," Sabrina feigned a good mother's appearance.
Seeing Sabrina like this, Christina didn't think further.
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Isla Astir went shopping with her roommates.
Although she didn't often stay at school, she had a really good relationship with her roommates.
"Beep!"
The four of them were walking shoulder to shoulder when suddenly, a harsh horn sound rang out in the air.
Isla Astir turned around puzzled.
It was a brand-new S-Class rcedes-Benz with no license plate, only a temporary plate stuck on the windshield.
The next second, the car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
"Wennie."
Seeing the person, Isla Astir was very surprised.
She had never expected the driver to be George Armstrong.
"Cousin."
George's gaze fell on the three girls next to her, then he said, "Are these your classmates?"
"Yes," Isla nodded, "Cousin, whose car is this?"
"I just bought it," George said.
Upon hearing this, a look of surprise filled the depths of Isla's eyes.
George said he just bought it?
The S-Class rcedes-Benz starts at least at nine hundred thousand, and George's model cost 1.06 million.
Her uncle's family had just been scamd out of eight hundred thousand.
How could they afford a 1.06 million rcedes-Benz?
Recalling what Christina had ntioned about her aunt's recent change,
could there be a connection between these two things?
Isla narrowed her eyes.
Just then, George continued, "I developed a software and made so money, so I bought it."
Hearing this, envy and admiration filled the eyes of Isla's three roommates.
That was truly impressive!
Developing software at such a young age!
Realizing the admiring gaze of Isla's roommates, George's vanity was imdiately satisfied.
So this is what it feels like to be a successful person.
Without waiting for Isla to speak, George said, "I have other things to do, I'm going now."
"Okay," Isla nodded.
George hit the accelerator, and the luxury car vanished in front of their eyes.
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