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Chapter 309: 138: A direct slap in the face, Viola is unattainable 6

“Get out.” Sylvia Thompson said, “I don’t want to see you.”

With tears in her eyes, Aunt Zhang said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose, I never thought things would turn out like this. If I had known, I would have died rather than let that little bastard live.”

“If you’re truly remorseful, then do me a favor.”

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang immediately said, “Viola, whatever you want, as long as I can help, I will do it.”

Sylvia Thompson leaned in and whispered a few words into Aunt Zhangs ear.

Hearing this, Aunt Zhang immediately nodded, “Okay! Okay!”

This time, she wouldn’t let her daughter down again.

She would beautifully finish this matter.

On the other side.

The hotel.

The secretary stood in front of Trevor Sherman.

“Boss Sherman, after an investigation, we found that Young Miss Thompson Family has not left the Capital City during this time. Furthermore, there has been no intersection between her and Doleman.” Hearing this, Trevor Sherman frowned slightly.

How could this be.

This was not the result he expected.

“Are you sure you’ve thoroughly investigated?” Trevor Sherman continued to ask.

“Yes.”

Trevor Sherman’s expression was complicated.

Could it be…

Viola Thompson was indeed the Great Master that Doleman had mentioned.

After a moment, he said, ‘You may go.”

“Okay.” The secretary left the room.

Trevor Sherman pressed his temples, feeling some fatigue.

Viola Thompson had always been an admirer in his heart.

Suddenly, this admirer transformed into an unattainable boss, making Trevor Sherman feel uncomfortable.

He didn’t even know how to face this.

That night, Trevor Sherman stayed awake all night.

The next morning.

The Thompson familys dining room.

Mrs. Thompson sat at the head of the table, and Viola Thompson sat next to her.

The Thompson Family held that there should be no talking while eating or sleeping.

So, at the dinner table, the only sounds were chewing and the clinking of utensils.

After eating, Mrs. Thompson was the first to speak.

“Sawyer.”

“Yes.” Sawyer Thompson looked at Mrs. Thompson.

Mrs. Thompson continued, “The date of the Family Reunion Banquet is set for the 18th, right? There will be no changes, right?”

“Yes.” Sawyer Thompson nodded, “Do you have any other arrangements?”

Mrs. Thompson took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, “Nothing special. I have invited Dean Legel to come and support Viola on the 18th.” Dean Legel?

Upon hearing this, Sylvia Thompson jerked her eyebrows.

Viola, how is she worthy?

Dean Legel was a famous pianist in Uron Country and an idol to everyone learning to play the piano.

Sylvia Thompson’s eighteenth birthday party was also held grandly, but it wasn’t grand enough to invite Dean Legel!

Moreover, Mrs. Thompson clearly knew that Dean Legel was the one she admired the most, but now she wants Dean Legel to support Viola.

What is this about?

Viola, a country bumpkin with no artistic cells, not even touching a piano, isn’t that a waste of resources?

Anger, jealousy, and unwillingness almost occupied Sylvia Thompson’s entire heart.

Her hand holding the chopsticks grew stronger.

Bob knew that the person in this family who loved the piano the most was Sylvia Thompson, and the person who knew the piano the best was also Sylvia Thompson. He said, “Grandma, haven’t you always taught us to be frugal and simple? Isn’t all this bit too much?”

Isn’t it just a family reunion banquet?

Inviting relatives to particinate would have been enough. Why make it known

to all?

How would Sylvia Thompson face this?

“Are you teaching me how to handle things?” Mrs. Thompson looked at Bob.

Just as Bob was about to say something, he was angrily silenced by Sawyer, “Shut up, who allowed you to backtalk the elders?”

Bob had no choice but to keep silent.

He put this resentment towards Viola.

Because, at this time, if Viola was sensible, she should have stood up and said a few words.

After all, the person Mrs. Thompson loved the most was her.

But Viola didn’t.

Bob was very disappointed in Viola.

Sawyer then said, “Uncle Roy is arriving in Capital City at four o’clock this afternoon. Brandon, you should go and pick him up at the airport instead of me.”

Mr. Roy was a nobleman in Uron Country and also a duke. He and Sawyer had been friends for life. Hearing that his old friend had finally found his daughter, Mr. Roy travelled a long distance to congratulate him.

“Okay.” Brandon nodded.

Soon, it was afternoon.

Because Mr. and Mrs. Roy were coming, the Thompson family was all waiting at home.

Even Bob had postponed his afternoon drama due to their arrival. Five o’clock.

Sawyer and Brandon finally brought Mr. and Mrs. Roy to their estate.

Seeing the familiar Mr. and Mrs. Roy, Sylvia Thompson smiled and went forward to embrace and greet them, “Uncle Roy, Aunt Hill. Long time no see.”

Aunt Hill really liked Sylvia Thompson, and she smiled and said, “Dear, long time no see, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too.” In front of Aunt Hill, Sylvia Thompson was very affectionate.

She was doing it on purpose.

She purposely showed this to Viola.

Sylvia Thompson even looked back at Viola.

A mocking smile in her eyes.

Viola must feel very inferior right now. Perhaps she even wanted to find a hole in the ground and bury herself.

Because after all, they were not from the same world.

Mr. and Mrs. Roy were nobilities in Uron Country and they didn’t speak Chinese, so they communicated in English.

As for Viola.

Does she speak English?

Looking at her since she came back, she hasn’t spoken much. It seems that she might not even be good at speaking Mandarin. This was the difference between her and Viola.

Compared to her.

Viola Thompson was still too petty.

Sylvia Thompson stopped the mockery in her eyes and looked at Mr. and Mrs. Roy and continued, “Uncle Roy, Aunt Hill, let me introduce you, this is my sister Viola Thompson.”

She spoke with a very pure Uron Country accent.

At this moment, Sylvia Thompson was full of pride.

Her spoken English was amongst the top at Capital University.

Seeing the dazzling Sylvia Thompson, Bob was very proud.

This was what his sister should be like.

And looking at Viola.

Bob only felt embarrassed. Viola was indeed born in the countryside and never received a good education. How would she know English?

Even if she did, it would probably only be a bit of written knowledge.

Fortunately, there weren’t any outsiders present today, otherwise, it wouldn’t just be Viola’s face that would be lost, but also his as her brother.

In an instant, the look of disgust on Bobs face was clear to see.

Doesn’t even know how to speak English, he didn’t understand why their parents brought her back home.

To make a spectacle of oneself?

Sylvia Thompson then turned to look at Viola again and naturally switched to Mandarin. Her tone was gentle when she said, “Sister, these are our parent’s old friends, Uncle Roy and Aunt Hill. If you have something to say to them, I can translate for you. Don’t be nervous, I’ll be your translator today..”