Nathan Sumrs slapped his forehead, looking at Leo Sumrs helplessly, "Mom usually tells you to read more books and play less on the computer. Did you secretly play on the computer again? Your handwriting blows."
"Brother, don’t bother with these details." Leo Sumrs chuckled, and after writing, he drew a very abstract pig beside it.
"Hmph, lousy dad."
Let everyone know you’re a complete jerk.
Over the years, although they hadn’t t their lousy dad, they had heard his na and had seen him on TV happily attending events with other won.
So the first ti they saw Damien Lancaster here, they imdiately recognized him, no doubt about it.
Ivy Sumrs didn’t want to talk about Damien with the kids; most of what they knew was told to them by Ivy’s friend, Ella Morgan.
So the kids understood why mom brought them here to live alone—because bad daddy did sothing that hurt mommy. He didn’t deserve to be mommy’s husband, nor their dad.
"Brother, second brother, what are you doing?" Sophie ran over.
"Shh." Leo Sumrs imdiately covered Sophie’s mouth, "Sophie, keep it down, we’re up to sothing bad."
Sophie imdiately covered her own mouth and nodded, promising not to make any sound. Then, she saw the words written on the car with colored pencils, "Second brother, you wrote the wrong words."
Leo Sumrs awkwardly waved his little hand, "...Don’t worry about those details."
Nathan Sumrs pulled Sophie’s hand and asked, "Sophie, hasn’t mommy gotten off work yet?"
"Mommy was called to the office by Uncle Manager."
At this mont, in the manager’s office.
When Ivy Sumrs walked in, the manager looked at her, imdiately beckoned her over, and introduced, "Zinnia, co here, this is Mrs. Lancaster. Mrs. Lancaster, this is the auctioneer Zinnia you’re looking for."
Mrs. Lancaster?
Ivy Sumrs raised her eyes and glanced over, her brow slightly furrowed.
It was her!
Rachel Shaw!
The woman Damien Lancaster deeply loved back then.
Mrs. Lancaster? It makes sense; Damien loved her, and after he divorced, he couldn’t wait to marry Rachel Shaw.
Unbelievable, back then she made it possible for Damien and her, ca to Yrador alone, and now they coincidentally et.
Ivy Sumrs felt a block in her chest, her face turned a bit colder.
Rachel Shaw, exquisitely dressed, put down her coffee and glanced at Ivy, who was wearing a veil, with seeming disdain.
The chief auctioneer?
Can appraise antiques?
Once famous with a single auction, the internet made her out to be legendary, thinking she was so expert, but in the end, she doesn’t even dare to show her true face.
She couldn’t understand why Old Master Lancaster insisted on eting her.
Rachel Shaw snorted, "Are you Zinnia? I heard you’re not only an auctioneer but can also appraise antiques? We’d like to hire you for a few days to co with us to Aethelgard to the Lancaster Family to look at so antiques—you na your price."
Rachel Shaw confidently believed no one could refuse the phrase "na your price," especially since no one should be unaware of the Lancaster na and naturally wouldn’t dare refuse.
She leisurely took a sip of her coffee, waiting for Ivy Sumrs to flatter her.
A chill swept across Ivy’s heart.
She could appraise antiques.
But they would never be able to hire her.
Ivy left in the first place because she never wanted to see them again, so how could she possibly agree to go back to Aethelgard with them?
"Sorry, my profession is auctioneer. If you need an antique appraisal, you can find soone else. I can’t do it, manager, I have sothing else to attend to."
With that, Ivy Sumrs was about to leave.
Rachel Shaw was taken aback.
She actually refused.
"Wait, do you know who I am? You might want to think clearly before you answer."
"I’m very clear. I refuse."
"What attitude is that? I’m paying you to co back; what makes you unwilling?"
Rachel Shaw stood up and grabbed Ivy Sumrs.
To please Old Master Lancaster, Rachel was determined to bring her back.
Ivy Sumrs furrowed her brows tightly, her gaze fell on the hand that Rachel tightly held onto her.
At this mont, her pupils shrank.
On Rachel’s wrist was a fully green jade bracelet, with an even color and excellent translucency, a top-grade piece of jade worth over a hundred million. And she recognized it at once; this jade bracelet was the family heirloom from her family.
It was given to her by her mother, who had told her to take good care of it as it might co in handy soday. But because she left in a hurry back then, the bracelet had been left at the Lancaster house, and now it ended up in Rachel’s hands.
Damien Lancaster gave it to her?
On what grounds did he give her things to Rachel Shaw?
Ivy Sumrs reversed her grip on Rachel’s hand, "Is this jade bracelet yours?"
Rachel Shaw glared at Ivy unpleasantly, "Of course it’s mine. It was given to by my husband. If it’s not mine, could it be yours?"
So it was indeed given by Damien Lancaster.
A sharp pain pierced her heart. Damien knew it was hers, yet he still gave it to Rachel Shaw!
What a complete bastard, giving the family heirloom of a forr wife to a current wife?
Isn’t he disgusted?
"Let go."
At that mont, a cold and imposing voice sounded.
Ivy Sumrs raised her head, the man had sohow appeared at the door, and her gaze unexpectedly t his deep, profound eyes.
The man had an impressive physique, stood tall and straight, his features strikingly handso. Just standing there, the powerful presence accumulated over years of authority was hard to conceal.
Ivy Sumrs’ fingers tightened.
Damien Lancaster!
It was actually Damien Lancaster.
Sophie hadn’t been mistaken when she ntioned seeing Damien Lancaster!
Ivy Sumrs should have thought that these two loved each other so much; if Rachel Shaw was here, Damien Lancaster might also be.
Ivy Sumrs hadn’t anticipated seeing Damien Lancaster again in these five years.
She didn’t want to see him again because she was afraid.
She had given birth to three children. If Damien discovered them, he would surely take them away.
Because a family like the Lancasters would never allow their family bloodline to be left outside.
And these three children had beco Ivy Sumrs’ life, she wouldn’t allow even the slightest chance of being separated from them.
This was also why Ivy Sumrs had worn a veil and remained extrely cautious all these years.
Ivy Sumrs clenched her hand, and the man’s gaze fell on her as if trying to see through the thin veil to her face.
Her heart rate kept accelerating.
Rachel Shaw flung Ivy’s hand away, her entire deanor changed, "Damien, I spoke with Miss Zinnia, but Miss Zinnia refuses to co back with us. She seems to look down on us."
Disdaining the Lancaster family.
She must have a death wish.
Rachel Shaw raised her head proudly.
Damien Lancaster focused his gaze on Ivy Sumrs, "Na your price."
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