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Viola took a sip of milk tea and said without modesty, “Not bad, not bad, the third best in the world.”

Rachel Barton also felt happy for Viola and said with a smile, “If Mrs. Miller were still here, she would undoubtedly be so delighted.”

When it came to Laura Miller, a touch of loneliness flashed in Viola’s eyes.

Old Lady Laura Miller had never enjoyed happiness in her life.

If only she was still around…

What a pity.

There is no “if” in this world.

Flora Tiarks continued, “By the way, where exactly is Capital University located? Viola, do you know?”

Viola shook her head slightly, “I’m not very clear on that.”

Capital University belonged to a confidential area.

It could not be found on the civilian map, only on the military map.

As the conversation went on, Viola said, “We’ll probably know the exact location after the notification arrives.”

Flora Tiarks was really excited, “Vio, when you go to Capital University, I will come to visit you! I have never been to Capital University before!”

“Sure.”

At that moment, the ringtone on Flora Tiarks’ phone rang.

It was a call from Grace White.

Flora picked up the phone, “Hello, Mom.”

Flora didn’t know what was said on the other end of the line, then she said, “My uncle should be at the company! I’m outside having coffee with friends!”

“Mom, don’t worry about it! He doesn’t even want a girlfriend right now.”

“Okay, bye.”

Flora hung up the phone.

Rachel Barton asked curiously, “Was that your mother?”

Flora nodded her head, “Yes, my mom is worried about my uncle’s lifelong happiness, asking me to introduce him to my friends. But there is no one suitable around me!”

At the end of the sentence, Flora Tiarks was a bit distressed.

Hearing this, Rachel Barton’s eyes brightened, and she looked up at Flora Tiarks, “Mr. White’s requirements must be very high, right?”

Flora Tiarks shrugged, “I don’t know the specifics, but I’m very curious about what type he likes!”

Only what kind of girl could get her uncle’s housekeeper’s power.

Rachel Barton said with a smile, “Perhaps it’s a matter of destiny.”

“Possibly!” Flora nodded her head.

The conversation went on, and Flora Tiarks asked again, “What about you, Rachel?”

“Me?” Rachel Barton asked, puzzled.

Flora nodded her head, “Yeah, do you have a boyfriend?”

Hearing this, Rachel Barton’s heartbeat sped up a bit. She shook her head with a smile, “Not yet.”

“What about someone you like?” Flora Tiarks asked without hesitation.

“No one.” Rachel Barton shook her head again.

The person she liked could only be hidden in her heart.

The conversation went on, Rachel Barton asked back, “What about you?”

“Of course there is!” Flora Tiarks admitted openly, “I have a crush on someone for three years. I’ve liked him since I was in high school!”

“Did you confess?” Rachel was very curious.

Flora shook her head, “I’m scared.”

The conversation went on, Flora continued, “What if he doesn’t like me? It would be so embarrassing to be rejected!”

When it came to emotions, Flora Tiarks had always been passive.

She wouldn’t take the initiative to show her feelings, let alone confess.

Because there were only two possible outcomes to confessing.

One, rejection.

Two, being together.

Rejection was because he didn’t like her.

Being together was because he liked her.

But if he liked her as well, he should have come to confess earlier. Why would he wait for her to come over?

So, Flora was never able to take the first step.

Rachel Barton continued, “So what are you going to do? Confess after school starts?”

“I don’t know,” Flora was somewhat frustrated, poking at the coffee in her cup, “We’ll see later.”

Rachel Barton could empathize, after all, she was also currently a humble admirer.

“Vio, did you have a saudade in high school?” Flora Tiarks looked at Viola Thompson.

“Saudade?” Viola Thompson raised an eyebrow slightly.

What was this fresh term?

Flora Tiarks said with a smile, “It means a crush.”

“No.” Viola shook her head.

“I knew it,” Flora Tiarks sighed. “Viola, you must have received lots of love letters in school, right?”

“Not many,” Viola replied indifferently. “It’s about a school bag every week or so.”

Viola would clean up those love letters on her desk every week.

Each time she would use her school bag to carry them to the trash can.

So, every Monday when Viola cleaned up the trash, the cleaning lady was the happiest.

Because these love letters not only had small volume but were also heavy. It looked like just a small school bag, but it could sell for more than a dozen dollars!

Flora Tiarks: “…”

She suspected that Viola was bragging.