Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 76: 075: Show of power

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Rachel Barton laughed and said, “This is a long story.”

Following that, Rachel inquired, “What about you, Viola? Are you back at your parents’ house?”

At that time, Rachel was an orphan. Due to her personality, she didn’t have many friends in the orphanage, only Viola was willing to play with her.

Viola was especially tough and loyal as a child.

When they were ten, a child in the orphanage bullied Rachel, and when Viola found out, she immediately sought out the boy and started a fight, ultimately knocking out his teeth.

“Yes,” Viola nodded slightly, “I’ve also just arrived in River City.”

Just as Rachel was about to say something, someone not far away called her.

“What are you doing, Rachel?”

Rachel looked back in response, then turned her gaze back to Viola, “Viola, should we add each other on WhatsApp? Let’s talk on there, I’m a bit busy right now.”

“Sure.”

Viola pulled out her phone and added Rachel on WhatsApp.

Rachel then said, “l have to go first.”

“You go ahead, let’s keep in touch on WhatsApp.” Viola waved her phone.

Rachel walked away, glancing back as she went.

Somehow, she felt that Viola, her old playmate, had changed quite a lot since they last met.

Viola was great in many aspects, but she had unrealistic expectations of her adoptive parents, longed for family, and had a desperate yearning for familial love. She was usually decisive with most matters, but when it came to the Thompson family, she would always end up confused.

Hopefully, this time around, she could keep her head clear.

Meeting Viola made Rachel’s mood better, and a hint of a smile crept up to her eyes.

Viola continued to red her noodles.

At that moment, she received a message from Terrence Lentz: [I’ve arrived, where are you?]

Viola stood from her seat and looked around. She quickly noticed a figure that stood out from the crowd.

The man was dressed in a hand-tailored black suit.

Enveloped in the night, an aloof aura emanated from the man that screamed ‘strangers not welcome’, along with a sense of unapproachable nobility.

Stopping people in their tracks.

“Lentz, over here!”

Viola waved at him.

Terrence Lentz glanced back slightly, spotting the young lady standing there.

She had just had a bath, her long hair cascading down her back, those entrancing peach blossom-like eyes wet with vulnerability, bright and shifting, outshining the endless stars in the sky.

Old Lentz.

As for this address, Terrence Lentz could only curve his lips helplessly.

True.

Compared to an 18-year-old girl, he was indeed pretty old.

“l came late,” Terrence Lentz walked over.

“No,” Viola picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, “l live quite close. Only takes seven or eight minutes to get here.”

Terrence Lentz looked at the bustling night market, then at the nameless food stalls whose sanitary conditions were below standard. In the end, he chose to sit down.

Viola continued, “The lamb meat noodles from this place are not bad, do you want a bowl?”

“Yes,” Terrence Lentz nodded slightly.

Viola turned around and addressed the vendor, “Boss, two more servings of lamb meat noodles.” Turning back to Terrence, she asked, “By the way, do you have any dietary restrictions?”

“None. ”

Viola nodded, then turned back to the vendor, “One with extra chili, the other with normal spiciness will do.”

“Here are your lamb meat noodles, be careful, it’s hot.”

Steam was rising from the lamb meat noodles laden with a layer of red oil, garnished with garlic and cilantro. Mixing the condiments and vermicelli uniformly, the aroma immediately filled the air. The sour, spicy, and savory smell was so tantalizing that it made people’s mouth water.

The vermicelli soaked up the soup. With one bite, one would want to swallow even their own tongue.

Following Viola’s example, Terrence Lentz first stirred his noodles, then ate the noodles, drank the soup, seamlessly in one go.

After finishing her noodles, Viola turned to Terrence Lentz, “How was it?”

“The taste is excellent.’

Viola asked again, “Would you like another bowl?”

“Sure.” Terrence Lentz nodded.

After finishing the bowl, Viola asked again, “Would you like another one?” Terrence Lentz still nodded.

That night, Terrence Lentz ate a total of five bowls of lamb meat noodles.

Viola, with her chin in her hands, spoke lightly, “l didn’t expect you to have such a big appetite.”

“I’ve always had a big appetite since I was a kid,” Terrence Lentz responded flawlessly.

Viola followed up, “Didn’t you say you had something to discuss with me?

What was it?”

Terrence Lentz put down his chopsticks, grabbed a napkin, and wiped his hands, “Here’s the thing, my grandfather is returning capital city the day after tomorrow. He hopes that I can invite you over for a casual meal at our place.”

As soon as he finished speaking, perhaps sensing his invitation was somewhat abrupt, Terrence Lentz quickly added, “I’m just asking, don’t feel pressured.

It’s okay if you don’t come.”

If members of the Lentz family saw this scene, they’d certainly not believe it.

After all, Terrence Lentz was never this patient at home, let alone having spoken at such length with anyone in one go.”What time tomorrow?” Viola Thompson asked.

Terrence Lentz was stunned, as if he didn’t expect Viola to agree so quickly.

Viola smiled, counter-questioning, “Aren’t you inviting me to your house for a meal?”

“Can I pick you up at ten o’clock tomorrow morning?”

“Sure.” Viola nodded slightly.

At nine-thirty the next morning, Terrence Lentz arrived at the Thompson’s

Villa.

He didn’t rush Viola.

He sat in his car, patiently waiting.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Elizabeth Thompson frowned at the sight of the Lentz’s car.

When would this good-for-nothing Terrence be done?

Disgusting!

Elizabeth Thompson pulled the curtain closed, annoyed.

Out of sight, out of mind.

At nine fifty, Viola, all ready, came downstairs.

She had her hair in a bun.

A white T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, a very simple outfit, yet dazzlingly breathtaking and unforgettable.

Seeing her come downstairs, Terrence Lentz opened the car door.

“Why did you come so early?”

Terrence Lentz held his hand over the roof of the car, protecting her as she got in, his thin lips parting slightly, “I’ve just arrived too.” His voice was very low.

Because they were so close, he could even smell a fresh scent.

A faint smell.

Unlike heavy chemical perfumes, this was almost natural.

Once in the car, the two sat in the back row.

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Lentz Family Villa.

The housekeeper was already waiting outside, respectfully opened the car door.

“Third son.’

Terrence Lentz nodded, stepping out of the car.

Viola also got out of the car.

Looking at Viola, the housekeeper was entirely amazed.

The woman in front of him did not seem like an inexperienced country girl at all.

“Miss Thompson.”

Terrence Lentz introduced proactively: “This is Housekeeper He.”

The two followed the housekeeper to the living room.

The Lentz Clan was mostly sitting on the sofa. Hearing footsteps, everyone turned to look.

Looking at the couple walking in, everyone was a bit stunned.

When did the adopted daughter from the Thompson family who came from the countryside become so beautiful?

Especially Blythe Trenchard.

She had thought she would see a dirty and unkempt kid.

Who could have thought that the other party would be so bright and attractive?

But it didn’t matter.

She was a top student returned from studying abroad in Uron Country, what was Viola compared to her?

She had plenty of ways to make Viola know when to back off.

Before everyone could react, Terrence Lentz brought Viola in front of everyone, introducing in turns, “This is my grandfather.”

“Hello, Grandfather.’

Viola’s dimples were shallow as she made her polite greeting.

Patriarch Lentz smiled kindly: “Good.”

“These are my parents.

“Hello uncle, hello auntie.’

Although Eleanor Armstrong didn’t like the Thompson Family, she still nodded with a full face of smiles.

“This is my eldest brother and sister-in-law, this is my second brother and sister-in-law.”

Viola greeted everybody one by one.

Sophie, looking at Viola, narrowed her eyes. She had thought that Viola, the Thompson’s adopted daughter had a gorgeous face at the engagement banquet that night, but she was even more stunning up close today.

Charlotte Young then said, “Miss Thompson, this is Miss Trenchard, who has grown up with the third son.”

Blythe Trenchard reached out her hand to Viola, fluent Italian slipped out of her mouth: “Hello, I am Blythe, pleased to meet you.”

As the words fell, Blythe just looked at Viola, her face entirely filled with an expression of amusement.

The country bumpkin should have never even heard Italian, right?

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