Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

It depicted the scene of her first visit to the Thompson Clan.

At that time.

They didn’t know each other’s identities.

She and Mrs. Thompson were sitting on the sofa, laughing very happily.

Then Samuel continued, “Viola, actually, at that time, I thought you looked exceptionally warm and familiar, it was a very strange feeling.”

Later, when Samuel found out that Viola was the long-lost little sister, no one knew how excited he was.

Viola’s eyes curved, and the corners of her mouth revealed two shallow dimples, “Actually, when I first met grandma and you guys, I had the same feeling.”

Thinking about it now, it still felt very magical.

…

White Estate.

Mr. White was sitting on the sofa reading a financial newspaper.

At this moment.

Flora Tiarks rushed in from outside.

“Uncle!”

“What’s the matter?” Mr. White raised his eyebrows slightly.

Flora continued, “My mom wants you to come to our house for dinner tonight.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. White immediately put down the newspaper.

He could save a meal tonight.

Seeing her uncle’s behavior, Flora was speechless. “By the way, my mom asked you to dress nicely.”

As she finished speaking, she saw her uncle’s clothes that he had been wearing for eight hundred years, “It’s too late to buy new clothes now. I’ll go to the wardrobe and pick out something nice for you.”

Having said that, Flora quickly ran upstairs.

At this moment, Mr. White, as if suddenly thinking of something, immediately ran upstairs.

As Flora ran into the room and was about to reach out and open the wardrobe door, Mr. White ran over and held the door shut with one hand.

“What’s the matter, Uncle?”

“I can find my own clothes. You go out.” His voice was very calm.

Flora frowned slightly, “Why should I go out?”

“Shouldn’t you go out when I’m changing?”

Flora looked her uncle up and down, feeling that today’s Mr. White was acting strange.

“Fine, I’ll go out, then hurry up and change.”

As she spoke, Flora walked out.

Mr. White released his hand from the wardrobe door, and at this moment, Flora suddenly turned around and tried to sneak a peek.

Fortunately, Mr. White was vigilant and directly grabbed Flora’s collar and carried her out of the room, then locked the door.

Flora slammed the door loudly from outside.

“Old White! Are you hiding a woman in your wardrobe?”

Mr. White ignored her.

Opening the wardrobe.

There hung a row of clothes in the wardrobe.

Most of them were white shirts and a few suits.

But that flash of red in the wardrobe was exceptionally eye-catching.

At this time, Flora outside the door would never have thought that her uncle was actually hiding a red dress for a girl in his wardrobe.

Mr. White immediately put the skirt away and hid it in a combination lock box.

After doing all of this, Mr. White picked out a random piece of clothing to change into and then went to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Flora rushed in and then opened the wardrobe.

But inside were only clothes and more clothes.

Flora narrowed her eyes, “Uncle, what were you doing alone in the room just now that was so secretive?”

“Don’t be disrespectful,” Mr. White said in a low tone as he walked downstairs.

Flora immediately followed Mr. White’s footsteps.

“Uncle!”

However, Mr. White did not directly reply to her.

Flora was so curious that she felt like a kitten scratching her heart.

What exactly was Mr. White hiding in the wardrobe?

In the evening.

Viola arrived at the same place as yesterday to walk her dog.

When she arrived, Olivia Cooper hadn’t arrived yet.

Viola told the bread to sit obediently outside while she went in to buy milk tea.

Still two cups.

The bread was very obedient.

It sat still without moving.

Some dog lovers came over and petted its head, but it had no reaction.

“Bread!”

Olivia walked over.

The bread looked back at Olivia, being an obedient dog it didn’t rush to Olivia but stayed in place waiting for Viola.

Olivia quickly jogged over and asked, “Bread, where’s your sister?”

The bread looked at the milk tea shop.

Olivia smiled and asked, “You mean sister is in the milk tea shop?”

The bread had a muzzle on, unable to howl, it could only whine softly.

Just then, Viola came out of the shop with milk tea in her hands.

Seeing Viola.

The bread immediately stood up and vigorously wagged its tail.

“Sister.”

“Sisi,” Viola walked over and handed her the milk tea, “Sister is treating you to milk tea.”

Olivia felt a bit embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Sisi. Sister is bored every night walking the dog alone, so it’s nice to have someone to accompany me. If you don’t accept the milk tea, I won’t let you accompany me tomorrow.”