Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 229: 123: Like a grandmother_5

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“No way?” Sylvia Thompson covered her mouth with both hands, “Brother, Viola actually doesn’t recognize you?”

That was just too unbelievable!

Someone actually didn’t recognize the great movie emperor.

She must be pretending.

Back then, Edward Thompson didn’t think too much about it, but now it all became clear, “Viola must have been pretending. How could she possibly not recognize me? She just wanted to get my attention! This kind of person is really terrifying!”

The key was that her acting was so good that even Edward, the movie emperor, couldn’t find any flaws.

Thinking about it now, it was genuinely terrifying!

Thankfully, he discovered Viola’s true colors in time.

“It shouldn’t be that serious,” Sylvia continued, “Brother, not everyone is a fan, so maybe Viola really doesn’t recognize you. Don’t think so absolutely about things. I believe in Viola; she is definitely not that kind of person.”

There were very few girls as naive as Sylvia in this world. At least Edward had never met one. He touched Sylvia’s head and shook his head, somewhat helpless, “You little fool.”

“I’m not a little fool,” Sylvia pouted, “Brother, don’t underestimate people.”

Edward chuckled, “If you’re not a fool, what are you?”

If Sylvia had even a bit of cunning, she wouldn’t have been deceived so miserably by Viola.

Sylvia looked at Edward and spoke very sincerely, “Brother, I can guarantee with my character that Viola is absolutely not the kind of person you are talking about! Trust me, even if you don’t believe me, you should believe in Bob’s judging of people. Do you think Bob would fall in love at first sight with a scheming woman?”

“Why not, do you think your brother Bob isn’t foolish?” Edward retorted.

“Bob isn’t foolish at all. He has great taste, just look at how pretty Viola is!” Sylvia’s eyes lit up as she spoke, “Brother, have you ever met a girl more beautiful than Viola?”

At that, Edward scoffed, “What’s the use of being pretty? True beauty lies in one’s character, not appearance.”

In the living room.

Mary Perryne couldn’t help but turn around and mutter, “Why are those two kids taking so long in the bathroom?”

As she spoke, Mary Perryne looked at the servant next to her, “Howard, go check if Mrs. Thompson is awake. If she is, tell her that the guests have arrived. ”

“Yes, ma’am.” The servant nodded and headed upstairs.

Just then, Sylvia came, “Howard, let me go get Granny.”

Hearing that, the servant looked at Mary Perryne.

Mary Perryne said, “Let the young lady go.”

Only then did the servant stop.

Sylvia went upstairs.

Mary Perryne seemed to remember something, “Sylvia, where is your brother?”

“It seems that my brother is on the phone,” Sylvia replied.

Mary Perryne nodded.

Soon, Sylvia arrived upstairs and knocked on the door.

“What happened?” Mrs. Thompson’s voice came from inside.

Sylvia’s voice was very gentle, “Granny, it’s me.”

“Speak.”

Sylvia knew that Mrs. Thompson didn’t want to see her, so she continued, “Granny, I made some pancakes. Would you like to come downstairs and have some?”

“I’m not hungry,” Mrs. Thompson replied.

Sylvia knew it would turn out like this and said with narrowed eyes, “Granny, Viola is here, and she’s very beautiful. We’re going shopping later. Do you want to come downstairs to see Viola?”

Sylvia purposely made it sound affectionate, even lying about going shopping with Viola.

Becauses she knew.

Mrs. Thompson hated her and her friends.

As expected, Mrs. Thompson replied, “I’m tired.”

“Granny, are you really not coming downstairs to see?” Sylvia continued, “I promise that as soon as you see Viola, you’ll fall in love with her.”

Mrs. Thompson inside the room didn’t speak anymore.

Sylvia achieved her goal, hooked her lips and went on, “Well, since you don’t want to see her, Granny, I’ll go downstairs first.”

After saying that, Sylvia turned and walked downstairs.

Seeing Sylvia come down alone, Mary Perryne asked with concern, “Is there something wrong with your granny?”

“No need to worry, she’s fine,” Sylvia smiled slightly, “She just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Hearing these words, Mary Perryne let out a sigh of relief.

Upstairs.

Mrs. Thompson was sitting on the balcony swing, recalling Sylvia’s words and feeling that something was off.

Who exactly came?

Why did Sylvia call her so affectionately?