the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 1047: If You’re Ever Unhappy, Just Get Divorced and

Crystal Landon fiddled around for a long ti before finally seeing the school forum’s explosive post, skimming through it, and only then did she realize that Nova Howard was not exaggerating.

David Long and Jagger Lloyd had captured the mont she stood in front of the helicopter, a military helicopter hovering in mid-air, an outdoor travel bag on her back, a side profile of a cold yet serene girl standing in the desolate mountains, a scene straight out of a movie appearing in real life.

There were a few other photos, each taken in the most adverse environnts.

For a child raised in the city, such sights were unheard of, whether it was the awe of nature or the admiration for the military power of uniforms, these photos undoubtedly went viral, and Crystal Landon beca a sensation as well.

Crystal Landon looked at the military helicopter in the photos and gently frowned; in this era of rapid information dissemination, such an image inadvertently tells the world that the Southwest Military Zone’s helicopter appeared in the deep jungles of Southern Yunnan, which feels sowhat inappropriate.

"Crystal Landon, you’re here to cancel leave too?" Jagger Lloyd had arranged with David Long to cancel leave. Seeing Crystal brought a burst of joy.

Crystal nodded, carrying her backpack, and said flatly, "Delete the helicopter photos."

The two were stunned for a mont, instinctively nodded, and realized it only after seeing her walk away with her backpack.

"I feel like our junior is getting cooler, her words have a certain edge now."

"I think she’s looking more and more beautiful, sigh."

"Quickly delete the photos."

Becoming a campus celebrity is quite a troubleso thing, like a monkey being watched. As soon as Crystal Landon entered the classroom, she realized that the large classroom, which was usually only half full, was now packed, and as soon as she walked in, countless pairs of eyes turned towards her.

She turned around and left.

These days, attending school isn’t realistic. Crystal Landon drove to Clear Creek Bay for a lap. Hawk Howard wasn’t at the repair shop, only one of his subordinates was there.

She hadn’t hidden the wedding matter from Hawk Howard; after all, Hawk was her best friend, the kind she could confide in.

Upon learning about it, the man paused for a mont and said blandly, "As long as you’re happy. If one day you’re not, just divorce and find soone better."

And he continued to tutor her schoolwork, occasionally taking her out for a spin in a race car, but she was busy with her studies, and Hawk’s work was getting busier. Since she got accepted into Imperial City University, he resigned from his position as a substitute teacher. When he left, the principal of St. Yale almost cried, it was said.

It’s been quite so days since the two last t.

Crystal Landon thought to herself, they’d et at Augustus Howard’s wedding then.

In a few days, it would be Augustus Howard’s wedding. Crystal Landon got up early, fretting about what to wear. A woman’s wardrobe is never short of clothes.

Richard Shaw’s transfer order had already co down, recently busy with handover tasks, frequently out, attending safety etings or reform etings, finally because of Augustus Howard’s wedding, today all schedules were cleared, only to be busy again with matters concerning the Southwest Military Zone, guiding military exercises via remote early in the morning.

She changed into another dress and went to the study for him to see. The man, in the middle of a eting, glanced briefly and frowned, glanced briefly and frowned.

After trying on all seven or eight dresses in the wardrobe, Crystal Landon finally got angry. Why should she trust the fashion sense of a workaholic straight man?

So she chose a red dress for herself and went downstairs.

The old lady was already dressed, wearing a long-sleeved satin cheongsam with blue floral patterns today, paired with a jade bracelet. Her hair was ticulously pinned up, revealing her forehead, full of spirit.

Five or six relatives from the Shaw family’s side branch had also arrived, sitting in the living room chatting with the old lady, planning to follow behind her to the event. Seeing Crystal Landon in the fiery red short dress, they were all montarily stunned.