Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Flora looked at Mr. White, speechless: “Uncle, your reaction is too bland!”

Mr. White calmly turned a page of the newspaper in his hand, without saying anything more.

Flora then continued: “Uncle, what do you think if I set you up with Vio?”

If she had a beautiful aunt like Viola Thompson, Flora would wake up laughing even in her dreams!

Most importantly, Viola Thompson was a hundred times better than Sylvia Thompson.

Although Viola might not necessarily fancy Mr. White, it’s worth a small effort.

Who doesn’t have a blind spot?

What if Viola really liked him!

“Not that great,” Mr. White replied.

“Why?” Flora widened her eyes, looking incredulously at Mr. White. “My sister Viola is so beautiful. If she fancies you, you should be secretly happy! But you, on the other hand, don’t seem very pleased! We don’t even know if she fancies you yet!”

Viola hadn’t even expressed her feelings yet, but he was already playing hard to get!

He didn’t know where his sense of superiority came from!

Pah!

Typical man!

Mr. White’s gaze never left the newspaper as he said unhurriedly: “She’s too expensive. Besides, she’s not my type.”

He preferred the thrifty and homely type.

Viola was so good-looking that her skincare products must be expensive, and her bags must be expensive too.

Thinking of those luxury items, Mr. White’s heart bled.

Although every time he saw Viola, or thought of her, his heart couldn’t help but race, Mr. White believed he could restrain himself and cut his losses in time.

For the sake of money, he could try to like other types.

Flora gave him a glance, “If you don’t even like someone like Vio, then get ready to stay single!”

Mr. White didn’t comment.

Flora picked up her purse on the sofa, “I have an appointment with Vio and the others tomorrow! I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m leaving now.”

“Hmm,” Mr. White reminded, “Be careful on the road.”

As he said this, it seemed he thought of something, “Hold on.”

“What’s up?” Flora turned her head.

Mr. White looked at the apple in Flora’s hand, “Remember to buy fruit next time you come.”

“I know, I know,” Flora complained, “you’re haggling over a small fruit, are you even my uncle!”

“Blood is thicker than water, but clear accounts lead to lasting friendships,” Mr. White turned a page of the newspaper, “It’s easier to lose money than to make it; young people nowadays are too impulsive!”

Whoever married Flora in the future would be utterly cursed.

With her behavior, how much family wealth could she squander?

Flora: “…”

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

Rachel Barton got up early in the morning.

She carefully applied her makeup and put on a white dress.

Last night, she had searched on Google what kind of outfits boys liked.

First, a white dress.

Second, black stockings.

After thinking for a long time, Rachel decided to wear this white dress; the black stockings didn’t suit her makeup that day.

Rachel was the first one to arrive at the agreed meeting place.

About half an hour early.

About ten minutes later, Flora arrived.

“Rachel!”

Rachel turned her head slightly, “Flora!”

There was no one else around Flora, which made Rachel feel a momentary disappointment.

She had thought that Mr. White would come along too.

But as it turned out.

Only Flora Tiarks had come.

However, Rachel quickly adjusted her mood and smiled at Flora, “Flora, how’s your aunt doing?”

“Hmm,” Flora smiled and said: “Thanks for asking, she’s much better now. It wasn’t a big deal in the first place.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Flora went on to ask: “Has Vio not arrived yet?”

“No.”

Flora nodded, then asked: “By the way, Rachel, I heard you went back to your hometown before, did you have a good time there?”

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed through Rachel’s eyes, “It was alright.”

She couldn’t let Flora know about the things that had happened to her in her hometown.

For Rachel, it was a humiliation.

“Did your parents come to Capital City with you?” Flora asked again.

Rachel shook her head, “My sister came with me.”

“Oh,” Flora continued: “Let’s find a cafe to sit in for a while, we can have a drink and wait for Vio.”

“Sure.”

Rachel followed Flora’s footsteps.

Seeing Flora walking into Hokkaido Cafe, Rachel was surprised.

Hokkaido Cafe was an upscale cafe.

Even a simple cup of plain water sold for a high price of 45 yuan here.