Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 225: 123: Like a grandmother

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The young girl walking behind Mary Perryne had hair that reached her waist, a black beret atop her head, her lips as red as cherry and teeth as white as jade. Despite her natural beauty, she had an enamoring allure that was disorienting. She wore black skinny jeans and a loose white sweater, emphasizing her thin and elongated legs.

She followed behind Mary Perryne, her vibrant and gentle laughter creating an especially harmonious picture. They looked like mother and daughter, their interaction completely natural.

It was…

Viola Thompson.

Realization dawned on Sylvia Thompson and the color drained from her face.

How… how could this be?

Wasn’t Mary Perryne’s guest supposed to be a financial magnate?

Why did Viola Thompson come uninvited?

At that moment, Mary Perryne joyfully said, “Sylvia, look who’s here!”

Sylvia finally snapped out of her shock, “Sister Viola.”

Viola Thompson flashed her a small smile, “Miss Thompson.”

Mary Perryne continued, “Sylvia, did you expect that Viola would be here today?”

Was today’s guest Viola Thompson?

Upon hearing this, Sylvia’s heart sank.

Her emotions were a mess.

What should she do?

Just three days prior, she put forth all her effort to prevent Mrs. Thompson from seeing Viola Thompson.

But now…

Mary Perryne had actually brought her back.

She hoped that Mrs. Thompson wouldn’t notice anything odd.

Sylvia prayed inwardly.

“Indeed, I didn’t expect this.” Sylvia forced a smile and pretended to be thrilled. She grabbed Viola’s hand. “Sister Viola, come in.”

Viola followed suit.

Mary Perryne continued, “Sylvia, where is your grandmother?”

Sylvia turned her head to look at the living room, “I’m not sure, she might be resting upstairs.”

Mary Perryne wanted to create more bonding time and ease the tension between Sylvia and Mrs. Thompson, so she said, “Go upstairs and call your grandmother.”

“Sure.” Sylvia nodded.

Just then, Mandel Thompson heard the commotion downstairs and came down.

“Mom, we have guests?”

“Yes,” Mary Perryne welcomed him with a smile. “Mandel, you came down at just the right time. This is Viola Thompson, a friend I made in River City. Just call her Viola. Viola, this is my eldest son, Mandel Thompson. If you don’t mind, you can call him Brother Thompson.”

Mandel looked at Viola and greeted her with a warm smile. “Viola.”

“Brother Thompson.” Viola responded aggressively without any trace of timidity.

“Where are Borden and Bob?” Mary Perryne asked subsequently.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sardonic voice rang in the air, “Heyyy!

Where did this pretty young thing come from?!”

Viola glanced over and saw two figures approaching.

Mary Perryne rolled her eyes at Bob Thompson. “Will you behave yourself! Don’t frighten her! ”

Sister?

On hearing the term, Bob glanced at Viola.

Being in the entertainment industry, Bob had seen countless beauties.

Natural, artificial… domestic, foreign…

He’d seen them all.

But he had never seen anyone like Viola before.

Just a fleeting glimpse of her back, he had known that she would be beautiful. He hadn’t thought that she would be even more stunning in person.

Describing her as enchanting would still be an understatement.

“Sister, have you considered entering the showbiz?” Bob continued to ask. Mary Perryne fanned a hand at Bob. “Behave yourself!”

Once she had spoken, Mary Perryne looked at Viola and continued, “This is my second son, Borden Thompson, Viola. You can call him Brother Borden. And this is my youngest son, Bob Thompson.”

After that, Mary Perryne addressed Borden and Bob, “This is my guest, Viola. She’s the same age as Sylvia. She’ll be your sister from now on.”

Upon seeing Viola, Borden realized he had seen her before. He suddenly remembered their chance meeting at the Milk Tea Shop.

Wasn’t she the girl that Myron had said was great at basketball?

What a coincidence!

Borden hadn’t imagined in the least that Viola knew Mary Perryne.

“Hello,” Borden extended his right hand to Viola formally. “I am Borden Thompson.”

“Brother Borden.” Viola shook hands with him.

For some reason, Borden felt rather fond of Viola.

Just looking at Viola made him inexplicably cheerful.

“Viola, I am Bob Thompson.” Bob chimed in next.

“Bob.” Viola responded in an even tone. She didn’t appear excited, not even upon meeting the famous actor. Even her demeanor was exceedingly calm.

She didn’t ask for a picture, didn’t ask for an autograph, and didn’t even probe further.

This piqued Bob’s curiosity.

After all, if it were anyone else, they’d already be shrieking in excitement..

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