Chapter 1938: 552: Two big shots_5
Eva Webster took a deep breath, “Mom, I don’t want to argue with you right now! When I was single, you nagged all the ti, and now that I’m in a relationship, you have so many issues! What exactly do you want to do?”
Seeing that the confrontation between the two was intensifying, Olivia Armstrong imdiately spoke up, “Sis, just let it go.”
Windy Armstrong, though having a belly full of words, could only keep silent at this point.
Olivia Armstrong looked at Eva Webster and continued, “Viola, didn’t we agree that we would et tomorrow? Well then, your mom can sleep with tonight, and we’ll go to your brother’s place together tomorrow! What do you think?”
Eva Webster nodded, “That’s fine, it will be a bother to you tonight, Auntie.”
Olivia Armstrong laughed, “You child, what trouble? We’re family, and family doesn’t talk of trouble!”
Eva Webster glanced at Olivia Armstrong and sneered inwardly.
She knew that tonight, Olivia Armstrong was surely going to instigate friction in front of her mother.
Eva Webster then turned to Windy Armstrong, “Mom, I’m leaving now. See you tomorrow.”
Olivia Armstrong watched and said to Isla Astir with a smile, “Isla, see your cousin out.”
“Okay,” Isla Astir followed Eva Webster’s steps.
At the door, Eva Webster added, “Isla, you can go back.”
Isla Astir nodded slightly, “Cousin, please be careful on the way.”
Eva Webster turned and left.
Inside the house, Olivia Armstrong consoled Windy Armstrong, “Sis, kids grow up and they all have their own ideas. Every child has their own blessings, and since Viola is willing, you should refrain from interfering too much!”
Windy Armstrong’s eyes were red, “This child won’t learn her lesson until she’s suffered a setback; she won’t know regret otherwise.”
The very thought of Eva Webster possibly marrying and moving to Country Polluton in the future made Windy Armstrong feel terrible, nearly suffocating.
Olivia Armstrong sighed.
Windy Armstrong turned her head to look at Isla Astir, envy filling her eyes, “Your daughter Isla is so promising and also obedient. Not like mine!”
Isla Astir said with a smile, “Aunt, don’t overthink it. Maybe our cousin just lacks so life experience. ‘A blessing in disguise,’ don’t be hasty or sad, it’s better to et the man tomorrow before making conclusions!”
Olivia Armstrong nodded, “I think Isla makes a lot of sense.”
Comforted by Isla Astir, Windy Armstrong felt less distressed and went into the room with Olivia Armstrong.
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Viola Thompson arrived in Cokoon City punctually.
She had planned to pick up Terrence Lentz from the airport, but a last-minute eting ca up. She could only send Terrence a ssage, [Lentz, I have a eting and won’t be able to pick you up.]
[Okay.]
After the eting, Viola Thompson returned to the Hotel and had a video call with Terrence Lentz.
Terrence Lentz stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a black silk pajama, showing off his firm and strong pectoral muscles, tempting one to pull at the silk belt tied around his waist and discover more.
The two chatted for a while, and Viola Thompson brought up tomorrow’s awards ceremony, “I heard that a very powerful Boss will also be there.”
“The more powerful and respected the man is, the more he tends to hide behind a facade and deceive won, especially those who call themselves Boss. Viola, rember to keep your distance from them.”
Terrence Lentz felt insecure at all tis because his girlfriend was so outstanding.
“And what about you?” Viola Thompson raised her eyebrow slightly.
Terrence Lentz spoke in a deep tone, “I’m different, having you is enough for .”
Viola Thompson then asked, “By the way, what event are you here for?”
Terrence Lentz responded, “I’m here also to et soone I haven’t t yet.”
Tnate Singleton.
A genius physicist.
They had collaborated a few tis, but never t in person.
Terrence Lentz had never been so interested in anyone before.
He had co imdiately upon hearing that Tnate Singleton was on the list this ti.
Hearing this, Viola Thompson narrowed her eyes, “Is it a man or a woman?”
Terrence Lentz’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, “Don’t worry, it’s a man.”
Considering Tnate Singleton’s style.
He must be a man.
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