Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 261: 127: Mrsa Thompson discovers the truth, Viola is Yan Yan! _4

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Although computer geniuses are rare, they do exist.

The famous hacker H became famous at the age of thirteen.

Unfortunately.

H has been retired for many years.

“There won’t be any exceptions.” Trevor Sherman said.

It might be a miracle for someone else.

But Viola…

It was impossible even to think about it with her toes.

“Alright,” Declan sighed, “since you say it’s not her, let’s just keep watching the surveillance.’

Having said that, Declan pressed the play button.

The surveillance video continued to play.

After a while, Declan laughed and said, “Trevor, if that person really is Miss Thompson, what would you do?”

“Nonsense.” Trevor Sherman didn’t even want to pay attention to Declan, and continued, “When can you have a straight line?”

Declan shrugged, “Trevor, your vision is too small.”

After that, Declan continued, “How about we make a bet? If Miss Thompson is the one we’re looking for, you’ll wear women’s clothes, deal?”

Trevor looked at Declan and said word by word, “Viola isn’t even worthy for me to make a bet.”

Declan was a bit speechless.

“Trevor, is it really necessary! You hate her that much?” This was considered a personal attack.

Was it really okay to treat a girl like this?

“What did Miss Thompson do to offend you?” Declan asked curiously.

Trevor was too lazy to explain and just ignored Declan’s words, watching the video intently.

When he didn’t speak, Declan naturally didn’t need to make a fool of himself either.

But the two watched for an entire afternoon without finding any suspicious people.

Trevor was very frustrated.

Declan continued, “If it doesn’t work out, we should start with Doleman.’

After all, Doleman knew the Great Master.

Trevor pinched his temples.

Currently, this was the only way.

After leaving the dessert shop, Viola helped Mrs. Thompson take a walk on the beach.

The sun was setting in the west.

The golden sunset covered the entire sea.

Looking at it this way, the whole scene looked quite spectacular.

At this time, Mrs. Thompson’s mood had already improved a lot, and she laughed, “Viola, I’ve never watched a sunset at the seaside before.”

“Me neither,” Viola replied.

Although she had lived in a fishing village since she was young, Viola rarely had the opportunity to watch the sunset so closely by the sea.

Waves crashed at their feet.

Viola laughed and said, “The guesthouse we booked is just ahead. How about we go back and have a barbecue?”

“Sure.” Mrs. Thompson nodded and followed Viola’s steps.

The guesthouse was beautifully decorated.

There were two floors.

The first floor had a small garden.

There were also two rabbits in the garden.

The barbecue tools had already been prepared by the guesthouse owner.

Viola picked up the alcohol and matches, ready to set fire to the charcoal.

Mrs. Thompson smiled and took the matches and alcohol, “I’m good at this.”

When she was in the army, they even knew how to create fire with wood.

Lighting charcoal was a piece of cake.

After lighting the charcoal, Mrs. Thompson thought of Viola’s instant noodles and said, “Viola, today let you taste my cooking.”

“Sure.” Viola nodded.

Mrs. Thompson’s cooking was good, and soon the air was filled with the enticing aroma.

The large chicken legs sizzled and dripped with oil, golden on both sides. At

this time, sprinkling a little cumin and chili powder made the flavor come up at once.

Mrs. Thompson handed the grilled chicken leg to Viola, “Viola, you try.”

Viola took the chicken leg from Mrs. Thompson, the crispy skin coated with a layer of chili powder and cumin, spicy and fragrant. One bite and it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, so delicious that people want to swallow their tongues along with it.

“How does it taste?” Mrs. Thompson asked.

“It’s amazing!” Viola gave a thumbs up, eating with a satisfied look on her face.

Having gained Viola’s approval, Mrs. Thompson smiled, “Viola, do you want to eat some golden needles?”

“Yes.” Viola nodded slightly.

One old and one young, one in charge of grilling and one in charge of eating, they got along extremely harmoniously.

It felt great to be acknowledged by someone.

Mrs. Thompson’s mouth never closed, “Viola, eat more, look how skinny you are. ”

“Grandma Thompson, this rice cake is good too, you should try some.” Viola handed a rice cake to Mrs. Thompson’s mouth.

Mrs. Thompson opened her mouth to accept it.

The rice cake was crispy on the outside and soft and sticky on the inside, with a very nice texture.

“And this lamb skewer.” Viola picked up a drink, “Grandma Thompson, you must be thirsty.”

Looking at the girl with a bright smile, Mrs. Thompson showed a brilliant smile.

In her memory, it had been a long time since she had opened her heart like this..