"That Mrs. Kingston must be very beautiful, look at that little girl, how sweet she is!"
"..."
Monica Usher’s English was exceptionally good. She engaged in barrier-free communication with everyone, discussing the cultures of both countries with grace and elegance, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
Listening to the butler’s detailed introduction of the castle and appreciating the beautiful scenery before him, Justin Kingston couldn’t help but say to the children, "It would be even better if Mommy were here, I could take pictures of the three of you here."
"..." Monica Usher’s smile slightly stiffened on her face, a faint pain pricking her heart.
Was Justin Kingston always thinking about her!
Across the Pacific in Riventhal, inside the luxurious Clearwater Bay villa.
The face cream was handed to Mary, who would be responsible for helping the lady apply it from now on.
Mia Lane was washing dishes in the kitchen, having just finished mopping the floor. She wasn’t allowed to use the vacuum cleaner or the dishwasher.
A village chief from a poor area, who had dug lotus roots from a muddy pool, climbed mountains to plant trees, and even slaughtered sheep to share the at with villagers, how could she be defeated by such household chores?
She not only handled everything but did it well!
When Kristina Kingston ca to inspect, she was surprised.
After finishing her tasks, Mia Lane went upstairs and entered the dicine research room. She needed to save more ti, to help Justin Kingston develop a cure for his stomach illness and the burns on his back... she must cure him before Kristina Kingston drove her away!
The phone rang, snapping Mia Lane back to reality. She glanced at the caller ID, walked to the window, and answered, "Anton Ford."
"Wanna co out for a cup of tea? It’s been a while," Anton Miller invited her cheerfully. She could even imagine him lounging in a chair, legs crossed, basking in the sun.
"I don’t have ti," Mia Lane smiled, "Aren’t you filming today?"
"I finished, only two scenes today!" His voice was clean and pleasant, a little righteously indignant, "How’s your husband doing lately? How co he didn’t react when I entered the entertainnt industry? Not even that stirred him up?"
"Anton Ford," Mia Lane asked seriously, "Are you Justin Kingston’s half-brother?"
"..." Silence ca from the other end of the phone.
Mia Lane wanted to ease their relationship, clearly both lacking in kinship yet valuing family. She would never forget the day when Justin rushed to the police station to help Anton Ford after receiving a call while they were at the amusent park.
She had never seen Justin so anxious for anyone.
After a while, Anton Miller’s voice ca through again, he chuckled, "He even told you this past affair?"
"I guessed, he didn’t say."
"He still gave you a general idea, otherwise, how could you know sothing so outrageous?"
Mia Lane didn’t want misunderstandings between them to deepen, "Anton Ford, I..."
"I’ll answer you, but you also have to answer one of my questions, that’s fair," Anton Miller asked directly, "Why did he move to Clearwater Bay? Is it that old witch Kristina Kingston is dying?"
Mia Lane held her breath, actually, the answer was hidden in his question.
Anton Miller hated Kristina Kingston...
"Anton Ford, let’s et another day," Mia Lane wished to do more for them both, "I’m a bit busy now, goodbye." After saying that, she ended the call.
Her emotions couldn’t settle for a long ti...
Mia Lane didn’t even know why she asked such a question so suddenly. She seed to have never considered the consequences.
At this mont, a luxury version black stretch limo stopped in front of the Erald Cove villa, majestic and grand.
The driver, dressed neatly, gentlemanly opened the car door.
Butler Shelby also stood by the car door, ready to welco the passenger who was about to alight, "Good day, Madam."
Kristina Kingston stepped out one leg, her gloved hand lightly resting on Butler Shelby’s extended arm, as she got out of the car.
With no worries in her heart, a slight smile lifted the corners of her lips, Justin wasn’t here, nor was Mia Lane.
"Good day, Madam."
Entering the living room, the servants lined up to bow and greet her, their deanor filled with awe and respect for her.
Kristina Kingston walked towards the sofa, maintaining her usual cold deanor. In a living room full of over ten people, the only sound was the cold echo of her footsteps.
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