Contemplating this,
Eva Webster narrowed her eyes.
Windy Armstrong ca out of the room, "Eva, I've already tidied up the room, you'll sleep here tonight."
"Who am I sleeping with tonight?" Eva Webster asked.
Windy Armstrong said, "The two of us in one room, Isla will stay with your aunt, and your brother will sleep in the living room."
Eva Webster said, "Mom, why don't I stay with Isla? It's been a while since we've caught up! You can share a room with my aunt."
Windy Armstrong thought about it and felt that was also acceptable, as she herself had things to discuss with her sister.
By late night,
Eva Webster grew even more afraid, dreading that Christina Armstrong would appear any second to find her; she clung tightly to Isla Astir, "Isla, I'm scared."
Isla Astir consoled her, "Death extinguishes life as snuffing out a candle – it's all psychological. If there really were ghosts, then it should be your uncle and aunt who are frightened, not us."
"You're right, Isla, we shouldn't be afraid."
Soon, it was the next morning.
Just as Isla Astir finished freshening up, Liam Webster arrived with breakfast, "How did you sleep last night, Isla?"
"Not too bad, and you, cousin?" Isla Astir asked.
"I'm fine as well," Liam Webster, like Isla Astir, didn't believe in ghosts either.
After breakfast,
Isla Astir and Olivia Armstrong prepared to leave.
Eva Webster imdiately followed Isla's pace, "Isla, where are you going?"
Isla explained, "First, I need to take my mom ho, then head back to school."
Back to school?
Impossible!
Eva Webster had seen the ssage last night; Mandel Thompson would co to find her in the afternoon.
Isla was just making excuses to avoid Mandel Thompson, unwilling to let him see her.
Such people!
The epito of a deceptive facade.
"I'll co with you," Eva Webster continued, "I have a day off with nothing else to do, and, you know, I've never been to your school before."
She didn't give Isla Astir any chance to refuse, opened the car door, and seated herself inside the car.
Isla Astir was speechless, but seeing her aunt and mother there, she didn't say much else.
After all, they were relatives and had to preserve so semblance of face.
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In Country Polluton.
Viola Thompson sat in a traditional Chinese tea house, savoring a cup of green tea.
She was dressed in a light green cheongsam today, the refreshing color making her complexion exquisitely pale.
Like fine white jade.
Just then, a figure walked in.
"Master!"
Viola Thompson slightly raised her eyes, "You've arrived."
Nathaniel Besian didn't sit down imdiately but said with visible anxiety, "Master, I got delayed due to a car accident on the way."
The Master loathed those who were not punctual.
He was already half an hour late.
"Sit down." Since there was a reason, Viola Thompson did not pursue further.
Nathaniel Besian bowed and sat opposite her, took a sip of tea, and then proceeded, "Master, the situation this ti is a bit tricky. It's said that J also wants that teorite. You know how he is; he'd go to any lengths to get what he desires."
Hearing this,
Viola Thompson slightly frowned.
She had a considerable grievance against this person.
The grudge went back to their rivalry over the blue moon grass.
"What does he want with the teorite?" Viola Thompson asked.
Nathaniel Besian lifted his cup, "I heard he wants to give it to his girlfriend..."
Viola Thompson's expression turned chilly, "Competing with for an object because of a woman, really dignified."
Nathaniel Besian continued, "Master, what do we do now?"
"Keep an eye on it." Viola Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly.
No matter what, she had to secure that teorite.
"Understood." Nathaniel Besian nodded.
On the other side,
Terrence Lentz stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 68th floor, overlooking the cityscape.
His assistant approached, "Sir."
"Speak."
A single word, yet filled with a chill.
The assistant hesitated for a mont before speaking, "I've heard that the teorite has great dical value, so Suwen has also intervened, determined to secure it."
Suwen?
Had it been soone else, Terrence Lentz might have conceded,
given that it was intended for research.
But Suwen was just a quack who ignored pleas for help!
Back then, when Viola Thompson was on her sickbed, he had beseeched Suwen without getting any response.
Last ti he also competed with him for the blue moon grass.
Now Suwen was after the teorite as well!
Did he seem that easy to push around?
"Third Master, since Suwen wants it, why not just let her have it?" Gabrie erged from the other side and added, "Suwen is the head of Sacred dical Hall, maintaining a good relationship with her couldn't hurt you."
Smart people never make enemies of doctors.
Especially not renowned Great Masters.
"Give it to her just because she wants it?" Terrence Lentz's phoenix eyes narrowed, and he opened his thin lips, "Go tell Nathaniel Besian that we are also determined to have that teorite!"
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