Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Terrence Lentz lowered his head to stroke its little head, “l will get you a can of food.’

As soon as Mantou heard this, its meow became more resounding.

Meow!

Capital City.

Mrs. Thompson sat in the study’s chair, her face darkened as she scolded Sawyer Thompson.

“Look at yourself, do you think you look like a father?”

“What a mess your family has become!”

“Your son doesn’t act like a son, your daughter doesn’t act like a daughter; if something embarrassing happens, I wonder how you’ll face the world!” At Mrs. Thompson’s age, what hasn’t she experienced?

In a wealthy family, such examples are not uncommon, and the two are even siblings!

Sawyer Thompson lowered his head.

At fifty years old, he dared not say a word while being scolded by his elderly mother.

After a moment, seeing that Mrs. Thompson’s anger had subsided a bit, Sawyer continued: “Don’t worry, I will talk to Bob and ask him to be mindful of boundaries.’

Some things are better left unseen.

But she had seen it now.

“It’s not just about being mindful of boundaries; I think your adopted daughter isn’t a simple person.” Mrs. Thompson glanced at Sawyer, “Mary Perryne is not reliable, and you are not home all the time. Even if Brandon is capable, it’s difficult for him to handle both family and business at the same time. I’ve decided I won’t be going away this year. Otherwise, who knows what a mess your family will become!”

Sawyer Thompson knew that Mrs. Thompson had never liked Sylvia Thompson, “Mom, actually, Sylvia is a filial and kind-hearted child.” At least that’s how she appeared in Sawyers eyes.

“Filial and kind-hearted?” Mrs. Thompson snorted, “It’s all just an act!” Yes.

From the beginning, Mrs. Thompson never liked Sylvia Thompson.

She was different from other children.

Sylvia Thompson had always put on a fake smile to please everyone in the Thompson Clan since she was a child, without the innocence of children, like someone wearing a mask.

“Mom, don’t overcomplicate things; Sylvia is just a child.”

Sawyer Thompson hardly spent time at home, and he had few interactions with Sylvia.

In his opinion, how bad could an eighteen-year-old child be?

There was no need for Mrs. Thompson to hold a grudge against a child.

Mrs. Thompson glared at Sawyer, “I’ve had more life experience than you, what gives you the right to question my words?”

Hearing this, Sawyer Thompson immediately explained, “Mom, that’s not what I meant.’

“Since it’s not what you meant, then just keep your mouth shut!”

Experiencing the storms of life had endowed her with a certain imposing air, and even Sawyer Thompson was subdued and dared not speak.

Mrs. Thompson looked out the window and sighed, “l wonder when I’ll finally find my Viola.”

Hearing these words, Sawyer Thompson’s expression also sank.

Viola was his and Mary’s youngest child, and their only daughter.

His daughter should have grown up being loved by the entire family.

But…

That’s why, over the years, Sawyer Thompson had compensated for the debt he owed to Viola by showering it upon Sylvia.

“Mom, we will definitely find Viola.”

“l hope so, during my lifetime!”

The Assistant found some information on girls who matched Viola’s criteria and brought it to Mandel Thompson’s study.

“Boss, these girls have birthmarks, and these girls don’t.”

“Alright,” Mandel Thompson nodded, standing up from his chair, “just leave it here for me to look through when I get back tonight.” He had an important meeting to attend at the moment.

He needed to go to the office immediately.

Aunt Zhang rushed to Sylvia Thompson’s room.

She told Sylvia what she just heard.

Upon hearing this, Sylvia squinted her eyes.

Regardless of whether or not Viola’s information was among them, she had to take a look.

She had to be absolutely certain nothing went wrong.

Half an hour later, Sylvia walked into Mandel Thompson’s room with a tray of exquisitely prepared pastries, “Big brother, I’m coming in.”

There was no response from inside, but Sylvia still twisted the doorknob and entered.

Walking into the study, Sylvia placed the pastries on the table, her gaze falling on the two thick stacks of information on the desk.

Mandel Thompson shouldn’t be back at this time.

Sylvia squinted her eyes and began flipping through the information immediately.

Her movements were swift.

The sound of rustling paper filled the air.

Viola Thompson.

At that moment, her eyes caught Viola’s name in one of the stacks of information.

As expected, she was there..