Chapter 37: 037: Country girls, not a threat.
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Eleanor Armstrong was trembling with anger, looking at Elizabeth Thompson with an incredulous expression in her eyes.
Just a mont ago, she still thought that all this had nothing to do with Elizabeth Thompson.
After all,
Based on her understanding of Elizabeth Thompson, she absolutely wouldn’t do such a thing. Perhaps all this was decided by the Thompson Clan’s parents.
But now,
The truth was right before her eyes.
Elizabeth Thompson’s lips slightly curved, not waiting for Eleanor Armstrong to react. She continued, “Moreover, marriage between n and won has always been a matter of equal social status. Don’t you think that with the reputation of Young Master Lentz, he is a perfect match for my elder sister?”
Elizabeth Thompson’s words were bloody, heart-piercing, and full of contempt for Terrence Lentz, the good-for-nothing. The last sentence, in particular, was filled with provocation.
She is River City’s number one talented woman, with both beauty and intelligence.
What does Terrence Lentz count for?
Eleanor Armstrong swallowed all her anger, looked at Elizabeth Thompson, and said word by word, “Miss Thompson, thirty years on this side of the river and thirty years on the other side, if our Terrence was able to gain fa in
River City thirteen years ago, he will definitely rise again in thirteen years! If you look down on him today, you won’t be able to reach him in the future!”
Too high to reach?
Just with a good-for-nothing?
That’s truly unbelievable.
Elizabeth Thompson stood straight, no longer deliberately lowering her voice, and continued, “Aunt Lentz, I’ll be waiting for Young Master Lentz to rise again. I hope that day won’t be too late.”
Eleanor Armstrong clenched her fingers, trying to control her emotions.
Elizabeth Thompson picked up a wine glass from the self-service table, “I wish Mr. Lentz and my elder sister a happy life-long marriage. And I also wish that you can witness Young Master Lentz’s coback within a hundred years.” At this point, she paused, then continued, “I’m looking forward to it.”
After she finished speaking, Elizabeth Thompson drank all the wine in the tall glass in one breath, then turned around and left without looking at Eleanor Armstrong’s face.
Eleanor Armstrong watched Elizabeth Thompson’s retreating figure, her breathing irregular, her vision darkening for a mont, almost fainting. She was fortunate to grasp the chair behind her in ti.
She never dread that her ideal daughter-in-law would have two faces. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Charlotte Young approached Eleanor Armstrong.
“Nothing.” Eleanor Armstrong averted her gaze.
Charlotte Young supported Eleanor Armstrong’s arm and continued, “Mom, the
Thompson Clan is really inhuman! Don’t be angry, even without Elizabeth
Thompson, you still have us!”
If today’s fiancée of Terrence Lentz were really Elizabeth Thompson, it would be a fatal blow to her and Bartley Lentz.
After all, with Elizabeth Thompson’s talent, once she married Terrence Lentz, the position of the Lentz Clan head would definitely fall on her.
But now, things are different.
Now, Terrence Lentz’s fiancée is just a country girl, who poses no threat to them.
All she had to do now was to appease Eleanor Armstrong.
Eleanor Armstrong pressed her temples, “My head hurts; give so peace.”
Charlotte Young continued, “Let take you outside for a walk.”
Eleanor Armstrong didn’t refuse. After coming out and feeling the night breeze, she felt much more sober.
Three hours later.
The engagent banquet ended.
Viola Thompson changed into her normal clothes and walked out of the hotel.
Wearing a white T-shirt, denim shorts, and a pair of white canvas shoes, her legs were long, straight, and perfectly shaped like a model on the runway.
Her three-thousand-strand black hair cascaded freely behind her head, adorned with a crystal hairpin at the left temple, sparkling in the night. As the breeze swayed, the silk-like strands billowed in the air, not revealing chaos but presenting a stunning, disheveled beauty.
It was such a simple, natural look, but it was breathtaking and hard to look away from.
As Viola Thompson got to the roadside and was about to ride her bike back, a car pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down, revealing a sharply defined face.
“Miss Thompson.”
The man’s thin lips moved slightly, his voice deep and magnetic, an extrely pleasing tone.
Viola Thompson smiled faintly, “Mr. Lentz.”
“Get in the car; I’ll give you a ride.”
Before Viola Thompson could refuse, Terrence Lentz continued, “It’s too late; it’s not safe for a girl to be out.”
As he finished, Terrence Lentz got out of the car, opened the door for Viola Thompson, and blocked the top of the car with his hand.
This scene left Adam Swantz, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, completely dumbfounded.
What the hell!
Is he blind?
“Th-Third Brother?” Adam Swantz called out.
“Hmm?”
Adam Swantz swallowed, “Nothing.”
He just wanted to confirm if this person was Terrence Lentz.
Then, Adam Swantz pinched his thigh with his hand.
Ouch! It really hurt.
so…
It wasn’t an illusion?
So, the gentle, respectful person who personally opened the car door for Viola Thompson and blocked the car roof with his hand really was Terrence Lentz?
The Terrence Lentz he knew never showed pity or affection for won.
He recalled at one cocktail party,
When he saw several n being disrespectful to Elizabeth Thompson, he asked Terrence Lentz if he should help, as Elizabeth Thompson was, after all, his fiancée.
That Terrence Lentz:”Don’t ddle in other people’s affairs.”
Another ti, he had bumped into Elizabeth Thompson outside during a torrential downpour, and he offered her an umbrella.
Terrence Lentz:
“Don’t ddle in other people’s affairs.”
But now… was this still the sa man who told him not to ddle in other people’s affairs?
Very quickly.
Viola Thompson got in the car.
Adam glanced through the rearview mirror.
Looking at her, he felt a little dazed.
Why did he feel like he had seen this girl sowhere before?
“What are you dazed for?” At that mont, a deep voice suddenly rang out in the air.
“Huh?” Adam imdiately snapped back to reality. Terrence Lentz coughed lightly, “Drive.”
“Oh, okay.” Adam imdiately ignited the engine.
The car was very quiet.
Viola sat next to Terrence Lentz, not feeling awkward at all, occasionally looking out the window.
Since she had gotten into the car, a faint aroma lingered around the tip of Terrence Lentz’s nose.
It was like a combination of bamboo and orchid.
Not the artificial concoction of chemical perfu, but a very natural and pure scent. It was especially pleasant to sll.
Do all girls sll so fragrant?
The temperature inside the car gradually increased.
It felt… a bit hot.
Terrence Lentz swallowed, habitually reaching for his pocket. Just as his fingers touched the cigarettes and lighter, he stopped his movent.
He looked at the person next to him.
From his angle, he could see her profile clearly.
They sat very close.
Close enough to count the number of her eyelashes, which were dense like a small fan, flickering constantly.
Her skin was very white, with almost invisible pores, like a piece of top-quality mutton-fat jade.
Mr. Terrence, who was always decisive in his actions and never cared about others’ feelings, hesitated for the first ti.
In the end, he still didn’t take out the cigarette from his pocket.
Fifteen minutes later.
The car stopped at the Thompson Clan’s entrance.
Viola pushed the door open, “Mr. Lentz, I’m going ho. You guys take care on the road.”
Watching Viola enter the Thompson Clan’s gate, Terrence Lentz slowly said, “Let’s go ho.”
Just as the car started, Terrence Lentz said, “Stop.” With just one word, Adam quickly stopped the car.
“What’s wrong, Brother?”
Terrence Lentz bent down to pick up a crystal hairpin that had fallen in the car, “Wait for .’
As he finished speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car.
Olga was standing on the balcony and saw a figure approaching.
Although the night was dark, it could not conceal the extraordinary aura of the man.
As he walked, he exuded an unstoppable aura of dominance.
Who was he?
When did their family get to know such a big shot?
At that mont, Olga saw the man’s face clearly and imdiately looked disgusted.
She thought it was so big shot, but it turned out she had misjudged him.
Olga’s face was full of anger.
What was Terrence Lentz, the good-for-nothing, doing here?
He must have co to see Elizabeth Thompson.
What a shaless person.
With furrowed brows, Olga turned around and headed downstairs.
“Mom.”
Elizabeth Thompson had appeared behind Olga at so point.
Olga turned her head, “Elizabeth, don’t worry about this. I’ll go and talk to that good-for-nothing.”
“Mom, the one who ties the bell must untie it. Let go.”
If Terrence Lentz ca looking for her, she must handle it herself, making it clear to him so he could give up. Otherwise, he would never recognize his position.
Olga was worried that Elizabeth would be entangled by Terrence Lentz. Elizabeth Thompson smiled and said, “Mom, I know what I’m doing.”
“If you need anything, call .”
“Mm.” Elizabeth Thompson nodded and turned to walk downstairs.
After she went downstairs, Elizabeth stood at the door, blocking Terrence Lentz from entering, trying to suppress her anger, “Mr. Lentz, please stop.” At this point, she paused and looked up at Terrence Lentz.
“Now you are my sister’s fiancé. Don’t do anything that would make people misunderstand. Also, I hope you understand that there will never be a chance between us, like the difference between mud and the bright moon..”
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