Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 327: 135: Dean slaps himself in the face, J God!

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There was a phrase that particularly suited Sylvia Thompson.

She didn’t have the destiny of a princess, but she suffered from princess syndrome.

Mrs. Thompson tried to treat Sylvia as her own granddaughter sometimes.

But outsiders will always be outsiders.

No matter how the Thompson family spoiled Sylvia and treated her like their own daughter, Sylvia would never take them to heart, and she always acted weirdly.

Gradually, Mrs. Thompson lost hope in her.

Mrs. Cooper smiled and said, “You say that, but isn’t Sylvia the second princess of the Thompson family?”

“Even my Viola doesn’t call herself a princess, so what kind of princess is she?” Mrs. Thompson retorted.

That was actually quite reasonable.

By rights, Viola should have been the one more qualified to be called the little princess of the Thompson family.

But after a short period of interaction, Mrs. Cooper didn’t find anything inappropriate about Viola.

She was graceful and polite.

Not at all like a child who came from the countryside.

Mrs. Cooper smiled as she looked at Mrs. Thompson, “By the way, is Viola planning to stay in Capital City?”

“Well, she is the bloodline of our Thompson family, so where else would she stay but Capital City?” Mrs. Thompson nodded and added, “However, after the winter break, she’ll still have to go back to River City to continue her senior year.”

“She’s not transferring to Capital City for school?” Mrs. Cooper asked curiously.

“The third year of high school is the most crucial time, and she has only one semester till the exam. She has friends in River City too, so it might be a little uncomfortable for her to suddenly transfer to Capital City.”

Mrs. Cooper nodded in understanding, “Indeed, high school seniors can’t be delayed. What’s Viola’s situation like in River City? Are her foster parents good to her?”

Mrs. Thompson sighed, “I think her foster parents aren’t responsible either. All these years, Viola has been living in the countryside. It was not easy to finally bring her back, but they still let the child live alone.”

Thinking back to the first time she went to River City to fetch Viola, Mrs. Thompson felt heartbroken.

The girl was just eighteen years old.

For other families, this age was still the time to play and act cute in front of their parents. But Viola was already self-reliant and living alone.

Mrs. Cooper frowned slightly, “Both are foster parents, but why is there such a big difference! Look at how well Sawyer and Mary Perryne treat Sylvia.”

Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne treated Sylvia as if she were their own child, even better than their three sons.

All these years, the onlookers saw this more clearly than anyone else.

“That’s why our Viola has a hard life,” Mrs. Thompson’s eyes reddened slightly, “I will double my compensation to her in the future.”

Mrs. Cooper patted Mrs. Thompson’s hand, consoling her, “The past is the past. Don’t think too much about it, just be happy from now on. Judging by Viola’s manners, she’s not an ordinary person. Your blessings are still to come, sister.”

Mrs. Thompson was glad to hear that, “I also think my Viola is special. She’s definitely going to bring glory to our Thompson family in the future.”

Sylvia, who happened to be walking nearby, overheard this and furrowed her brows slightly.

Viola wasn’t ordinary?

Playing the piano and speaking English made her not ordinary?

Mrs. Thompson must have never seen truly excellent people, right?

At Capital University, any student picked randomly would be able to play the piano.

Who couldn’t speak English?

Viola was just one of many ordinary people. She wasn’t anything special!

The power of blood really was strong.

Ordinary Viola was seen as a genius in Mrs. Thompson’s eyes.

Mrs. Thompson never thought about it.

Sylvia was younger than Viola, but she was already a sophomore in college.

What about Viola?

She was still a high school student.

Just by that alone, Viola couldn’t compare to her.

A true genius like her might not even amount to a piece of dog shit in Mrs. Thompson’s eyes!

With these thoughts in mind,

Sylvia’s eyes were filled with irony.

She must work harder, shine brighter, and make Mrs. Thompson see clearly who the real pearl is!

By then,

Viola would only be stepped on by her.

Trying to hide the look in her eyes, Sylvia approached the two elderly women and greeted them gently,

“Grandma, Madam Cooper.”

Mrs. Cooper smiled at Sylvia, praising her, “Sylvia, you look so beautiful tonight! Like a fairy from the sky. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Sylvia was indeed beautiful.

With fair skin, big eyes, a delicate almond-shaped face, and lovely apricot eyes.

But Sylvia always felt that she lacked something, so she often went to beauty salons for maintenance. Her eyebrows, eyes, and nose had all been adjusted slightly.