The man's voice rang out again, "Why didn't you tell you were coming back in advance?"
"Because I wanted to surprise you," Viola replied.
The smile in Terrence Lentz's eyes deepened, and he continued, "Shall we go for a al first?"
"Yes." Viola nodded slightly.
Due to the ti difference, it was 11:30 in the morning in Capital City.
Right in ti for lunch.
Viola also hadn't eaten much on the plane.
The two of them visited a private restaurant.
The location was a bit off the beaten path.
The woman running the place seed quite familiar with Terrence Lentz.
She was around thirty years old.
Dressed in a cheongsam, she was full of charm.
"Terrence is here."
She had draped a snow-white mink cape over herself, radiating a stunning beauty. Although she called Terrence's na, her gaze rested on Viola.
There was an evaluating light in her eyes.
But it wasn't offensive.
Viola greeted her politely, "Hello."
"You're such a beautiful young girl, no wonder you've bewitched our Terrence," the woman reached out and took Viola's hand, laughing, "I'm Terrence's aunt. You can call Auntie, just like Terrence does. Can I call you Viola?"
That's right.
This was Eleanor Armstrong's half-sister, Alia Armstrong.
In Alia's face, one could vaguely see traces of Eleanor. The two sisters closely resembled each other.
To be precise, the Armstrong Clan mbers were all beautiful.
"Auntie."
The term 'Auntie' outright left Alia laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth, pulling Viola's hand, "Co in, Viola, you must be hungry after just coming off the plane."
Alia had prepared a lot of delicious food.
Coming into the room,
Alia poured a cup of Milk Tea for Viola herself, "I heard from Terrence that you like drinking milk tea most, so I made so myself, try it and see if it tastes good."
Viola took a sip, "The taste is very good."
The complinted Alia was exceptionally excited, "Then drink more, and take the leftovers ho."
She had a peculiarity.
That was she couldn't resist praise.
Just a little complint was enough to make her giddy with happiness.
"Thank you, Auntie."
Alia broke into a maternal smile, "You kid, what's the need to be so polite with your auntie."
Alia liked Viola very much.
This young girl, not only was she beautiful, born well and capable, but what mattered the most was she did not bear any arrogance.
And the sound of her voice was pleasant to the ears.
Just like a fairy.
Alia looked at Terrence, "You, I'm warning you, don't bully Viola. If you dare to bully her, I'll break your legs!"
"Understood." Terrence enunciated each word.
Alia moved a stool to sit beside Viola, and chatted with her.
During their conversation, Viola found out Alia was already forty-five years old this year. This surprised her greatly, "You've maintained yourself incredibly well, I thought you were only in your early thirties."
Being praised for her good maintenance, Alia naturally turned ecstatic.
She found Viola to be an exceptional child even more so.
When they left Alia's place, it was already past three in the afternoon.
Viola quietly stepped into the living room.
Just then, Bread, like a bolt of lightning, rushed down from the stairs.
Mrs. Thompson was taken aback, "Did Bread eat sothing exciting today?"
Running so fast!
Usually, it would only be so excited when Viola had co ho.
Could it be...?
Viola's back!
Mrs. Thompson turned around and indeed saw her beloved grand-daughter she had missed day and night.
"Viola!"
"Grandma," the elderly woman and the grand-daughter embraced.
The scene was very harmonious.
Mrs. Thompson had been longing for Viola to co back, "Viola, quickly, let's go upstairs and try on the New Year clothes."
"Sure." Viola nodded with a smile, following Mrs. Thompson upstairs.
The New Year clothes were tailor-made by a master who ca ho to asure their size.
Viola's was a red modified cheongsam, the cuffs, hem, and collar were rimd with a white mink fur.
She was naturally fair and delicate.
At this mont, dressed in a cheongsam, she looked like a picturesque beauty from the south who had stepped out of an oil painting.
Love at first sight.
Mrs. Thompson's clothes were of the sa style as Viola's.
Despite being the sa, both of them showed two very different manners.
Mrs. Thompson radiated a tiless beauty.
It brought to mind a poem.
Ti never tarnishes a beauty.
Mrs. Thompson looked Viola up and down, "Viola, us wearing these clothes will surely make the family portrait look great!"
She was looking forward to the day they took the family photo more and more.
At that ti, everyone was bound to be envious of her owning such a beautiful granddaughter.
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