Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 766

Chapter 766: 243: Shocking International Fatigue Group, Two Full Marks! _5
 

“Hello everyone, I’m Mila, from Ewik Land.”

Upon hearing that Mila was from Ewik Land, a look of curiosity filled everyone’s eyes.

Especially Rachel Barton’s.

She had grown up in a small town and had only met those with status and connections through Viola Thompson.

And she felt more and more that the gap between her and Viola Thompson was gradually widening.

She needed to work harder.

To become someone like Viola Thompson.

Soon, Mila blended in well with the group.

The dinner table was filled with laughter and chatter.

Of course.

If only Diana Hershey wasn’t constantly showing Mila her drunken video.

Beep beep–

At that moment.

The sound of a horn came from Roadside.

The group was eating at an outdoor food stall.

Hearing the sound, they all turned to look.

Flora Tiarks recognized Mr. White’s car immediately.

“It’s my uncle.” She said, then turned to the others, “Please continue eating, I’ll go see what’s going on.”

“Okay.”

Rachel glanced over.

It was a very inconspicuous Volkswagen.

With the window rolled down, she could faintly see the man’s delicate profile.

Love is always a strange thing.

For example.

Seeing Mr. White, even just a side profile of his face, always made her heart race.

Her breathing quickened.

Flora walked over and spoke a few words with Mr. White. It was too far away to hear what they were saying.

Soon, Flora turned around and returned to the table.

Coming back to the table, Flora said, “My uncle is going to join us for dinner in a while, I hope you guys don’t mind.”

Everyone laughed and said, “What’s there to mind? We’re familiar with your uncle anyhow.”

Diana Hershey teased, “Little Flora, has your uncle found a girlfriend recently?”

Hearing this, Rachel couldn’t help but pause her chewing momentarily.

She listened carefully to Flora’s response.

“No,” Flora stirred the shrimp in her bowl, “I think he might never find a girlfriend in his life.”

“How could he not find a girlfriend?” Diana slapped her chest, “Look at me, do you think I have what it takes to become your uncle’s wife?”

It was hard to tell if Diana was joking or serious.

Even Rachel was a bit panicked.

Did Diana really fall for Mr. White?

Next, Diana raised three fingers, looking very serious, “I swear, I’m absolutely not after your uncle’s property that he can spend twenty thousand a day and still squander for five hundred years!”

Upon hearing this, Rachel let out a sigh of relief.

Obviously, Diana was joking.

That’s just how Diana was.

She loved to joke around.

Flora half-jokingly said, “Okay, okay. Good things should stay within our circle. I’ll help set you up with my uncle when I get the chance.”

Diana picked up her wine glass, “Getting my hopes up.”

Soon after, Diana curiously asked, “So your uncle is quite rich, right? Why is he only driving a Volkswagen?”

And it was the lowest-tier Volkswagen at that.

The car didn’t even cost 100,000 dollars.

Flora explained, “Because the Volkswagen can take 92-octane gas, and it has a smaller engine, so it’s not very fuel-consuming.”

As everyone knows.

Luxury cars have to use 98-octane gas, which is about two dollars more expensive per liter. Moreover, luxury cars have powerful engines, which consume more fuel.

Mr. White is famously stingy; how could he bear to drive a luxury car?

Continuing the conversation, Flora said, “So unless it’s necessary, my uncle won’t drive his luxury car.”

Diana gave a thumbs up.

She had honestly never met someone so stingy before.

Flora laughed and looked at Diana, “So do you still want me to introduce my uncle to you?”

“No, no,” Diana hurriedly declined, “I’m afraid your uncle will think I’m wasteful and sell me off.”

Flora laughed out loud.

At this moment, Rachel was really envious of Diana.

Envious of her personality.

Many things Diana could say so easily.

Yet, she could never speak them out loud.

She didn’t even dare to look up at Mr. White.

When you truly like someone.

The sadness goes deep into the dust.

Soon after.

Mr. White came over and greeted everyone.

The store owner brought over a small stool.

Without any bias, he placed the stool right next to Viola Thompson. “Young lady, you’re thin. Move your stool a bit to make room for your friend to sit here.”

“Alright.” Viola Thompson stood up and moved the stool inward.

Mr. White leaned over and sat on the disposable plastic stool.

As soon as he sat down.

He smelled a pleasant fragrance.

Very faint.

Not the kind of artificial, chemical perfume smell.

A very natural scent, refreshing and uplifting.