Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 370
Chapter 370: 146: This is someone else’s daughter, the proud and aloof Father Song! (Second Update)
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Viola Thompson looked at the message he sent.
Her eyes and eyebrows curving up in a smile.
A moment later, she clicked to reply.
“Okay.”
After replying his message, Viola picked up the down jacket hanging on the rack and headed downstairs.
The white long down jacket she wore did not seem bulky on her, but rather slender.
Pure white like snow.
Seeing her come downstairs, Mary Perryne, who was sitting in the living room, asked, “Viola, where are you going so late?”
“I’m going out to meet a friend.” Viola replied.
Mary said, “Then be careful on the road and send me a message when you get there.”
After the New Year’s Eve dinner, most of Thompson Clan’s children had gone out to sing or play cards with their friends.
Even Mrs. Thompson had been invited out by her best friend.
“Okay.” Viola nodded slightly.
At this time, Sylvia Thompson also came downstairs and said, “Mom and Dad, I have a gathering with my classmates tonight, I have to go.”
“Alright,” Mary nodded, “Be careful on the road.”
Hearing that, Sylvia’s eyes darkened slightly.
Indeed, the treatment for their biological daughter was different.
So Viola needed to inform Mary about her safety when she arrived at her destination.
Did it not matter whether Sylvia, who isn’t their biological daughter, was doing alright?
What a biased heart.
It’s almost biased to the Pacific Ocean.
Sylvia humphed coldly in her heart, hurried her steps, and caught up with Viola. “Sis, are you also going out to have fun with friends?”
“Yes.” Viola’s tone was light.
Sylvia narrowed her eyes.
Feeling very curious.
Who was the friend that Viola was going to meet?
After all, Viola had just arrived in Capital City and didn’t know anyone.
The two walked side by side.
Pushing the door open, they found out that it had started snowing heavily outside.
Viola stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake.
Such a beautiful scene.
From Sylvia’s angle, she could see Viola’s side profile.
She was too beautiful.
Her features were like jade, and the white down jacket set off her already fair skin, which was now close to translucent. White was originally a very challenging color to wear, especially bulky down jackets.
Only a slightly plumper or darker complexion would not be able to carry such clothing.
Yet, when worn by Viola, it seemed like the down jacket was tailor-made for her.
From any angle, there were no dead spots.
Sylvia considered her own looks to be ranked top three in Capital City. Thus, in her daily life, it was rare to see anyone who looked better than her. But ever since Viola appeared, it seemed like there was always someone reminding her that she was not as good as Viola.
With this thought, Sylvia furrowed her brow slightly.
Soon enough.
The two walked outside the door.
The man was standing outside the door.
Seeing the white figure in the snow, Terrence Lentz’s thin lips slightly parted.
A very pleasant voice.
Deep and magnetic.
“Viola.”
Viola turned her gaze to him.
Seeing the man standing in the snow with one hand holding an umbrella, his figure slender, wearing a black long coat, the ground behind him covered in snow.
Wrapped with abstinence and a bit of chilliness, he almost merged with the white snow.
Between his fingers was half a burning cigarette.
In the misty smoke, his face was somewhat blurred.
Upon seeing the girl, he immediately stubbed out the unburnt cigarette on top of the trash can.
“Happy New Year.” Viola walked up to him.
Sylvia looked over as well.
Through the snowy scenery, although she couldn’t clearly see the man’s face, his extraordinary temperament was beyond that of ordinary people.
Who is this?
Sylvia narrowed her eyes.
When did Viola meet such an important person?
“Gift money.” The man took a red envelope out of his coat pocket.
Viola took it with a smile, saying, “What should I do? I didn’t prepare anything for you.”
Terrence’s tone was low, “You only need to worry about receiving the gift money.”
Little friend?
Viola has always been the one to call others ‘little friend.’ When did anyone use these three words to refer to her?
This feeling
“By the way, where are we going?”
“You’ll know when we get there.” Terrence took off his scarf and wrapped it tightly around Viola’s neck, “Let’s get in the car first.”
“Okay.” Viola nodded slightly.
Terrence then pushed his bicycle over.
Bicycle.
Seeing the bicycle, Sylvia immediately understood everything.
Without thinking, she knew this person must be River City’s infamous good-for-nothing, not an important person at all.
Seeing Viola actually sitting on the back seat of a bicycle, Sylvia’s eyes were filled with a mocking look, and she said with a smile, “Sis, the snow is too heavy tonight, riding a bicycle is not safe and not convenient, do you want to take our car instead? If you tell me where you’re going, I can ask my classmate to drive you there.”
