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Chapter 533 - 533: 184: Average, third in the world_6

Chapter 533: 184: Average, third in the world_6

“You can call me Rachel,” Flora Tiarks said.

“Rachel, you look beautiful too,” Grace White greeted with a smile.

Rachel Barton politely expressed her thanks.

She tried her best to leave a good impression on Grace White.

Just then, Mr. White sauntered in from behind, “Sis, what are you buying…”

He looked up.

And his eyes met with a girl in a red dress, his words stuck in his throat.

She looked very different from her usual simple attire.

A conspicuous beauty.

Yet, a purity shone through.

It was captivating.

Viola Thompson gave him a slight nod, “Mr. White,” she greeted.

Then she turned to Flora, “I’m going to change back into my clothes.”

She turned around to change.

Her back, which was the envy of many girls, especially the three red straps tied behind her back, made one want to untie them and discover the mystery beneath.

In this moment,

Mr. White could hear his heartbeat.

Strong and clear.

He tried his best to conceal his peculiar emotions and turned to Flora, “Are you three just hanging out here today?”

“Yes,” Flora nodded, “We came here to buy clothes. Do you think that dress suits Vio?”

“It’s quite suitable,” he replied.

Although the fabric was a bit scanty.

It would make you want to cover her up.

Flora Tiarks stated proudly, “I picked it for Vio! I have a great eye, don’t I!”

“Not bad.”

Grace White chimed in, “Ninth, you know these two friends of Flora’s?”

“Yes.”

Grace White nodded, looking at Rachel, “Rachel, Flora can sometimes have a bad temper. If she offends you, let me know, and I’ll scold her for it.”

“No, Flora is very nice, I like her quite a bit,” Rachel Barton replied.

Grace White walked over to hold Rachel’s hand, “I like you more and more, Rachel. Why don’t you and Viola come over to my place this afternoon? I’ll make you my famous radish balls. I’m not bragging, but my radish balls are truly delicious!”

Flora, who was standing next to them, was in shock!

Her mother had never been this enthusiastic about her friends before.

At most, she would refer to them as ill-suited companions!

But today!

Grace White was acting out of character! She was even planning to make radish balls!

Was it New Year’s Eve or something?

Rachel Barton felt a bit awkward, “Thank you, Auntie, but…”

“But what! That’s settled then!” Grace White patted Rachel’s hand, then turned to Flora, “Flora, I have to go home and get started. Don’t forget to bring Viola and Rachel home after you’re done shopping.”

“Okay,” Flora nodded.

Grace White reminded Rachel once again to make sure to come in the evening before finally leaving.

Mr. White instinctively followed Grace White’s pace.

Grace White frowned slightly, “What are you following me for! Can’t you see that Flora and her friends have bought so much? You should stay and help carry their stuff!”

Hearing this, Flora immediately went over and held onto Mr. White’s arm, “Yes, yes, yes! My mom is right! Uncle, you should stay and help us carry things!”

Mr. White could only sigh in resignation.

When Grace White exited the shop, she smiled as she called someone, “Hello, Xianglin, there’s no need to arrange for the matter I mentioned earlier. Yes, that’s it.”

Soon, Viola Thompson came out of the dressing room, wearing the white shirt.

She looked as fresh as a plum blossom on a tree branch.

Pure as ice and jade.

No matter what she wore, it took on an indescribable beauty.

Like a model on a runway, she was a natural hanger.

“Let’s go,” Viola Thompson said.

“Go?” Flora opened her eyes wide, “The dress looked so nice on you, aren’t you buying it?”

Viola didn’t buy it, and Flora felt it was a pity.

Viola replied with a smile, “How can you fight in a dress? And, I won’t wear it regularly.”

With that, she linked arms with Flora, “Let’s go.”The two women strolled ahead, with Rachel Barton and Mr. White bringing up the rear.

Flora Tiarks absentmindedly spun around and commanded, “Uncle, all those stuff are mine! Carry them for me!”

Mr. White could only return to grab Flora’s belongings.

Rachel Barton stepped forward, “Mr. White, let me help you carry some items.”

“No need, I can manage.”

He couldn’t let a young lady carry the items with him around.

That would be most ungentlemanly.

Subsequently, the group then went to skincare stores, gaming centers, and more…

At four in the afternoon, Flora led Viola Thompson and Rachel Barton to the villa district owned by the Tiarks Clan.

Mr. White switched from the role of porter to driver.

Looking at the independent luxury villas of the Tiarks Clan, Rachel Barton was filled with intricate emotions.

It was as she had suspected.

Flora was born into a prominent family.

Rachel Barton looked up slightly, gazing at Viola Thompson and Flora Tiarks walking in front of her.

Once again, she realized the vast disparity between them.

Just then, Grace White came out to greet them, “Viola, Rachel, you’re here! Come in! You must be warm. There’s chilled sweet soup prepared.”

Flora Tiarks: “…” Suddenly, she couldn’t tell who was her mother’s biological daughter.

…

Eight o’clock in the evening.

Viola Thompson and Rachel Barton bid their farewells.

Viola Thompson has a habit of biking and turned down Grace White’s kind offer to have Mr. White drive her home, “Mr. White can give Rachel a lift. Besides, we aren’t heading the same way.”

Upon hearing this, Rachel Barton was slightly taken aback. Had Viola Thompson seen through her situations?

Rachel Barton turned to look at Viola Thompson, only to see Viola Thompson’s usual languid expression.

Flora worriedly asked, “How are you going to get home, Vio?”

Viola replied, “I’ll ride my bike. It’s a good way to exercise.”

Flora nodded in agreement.

After speaking, Viola turned to Grace White, “Thank you for your kind hospitality today, Auntie. I’ll be sure to invite you, Uncle, Little Tiarks, and Little Uncle for tea at our house.”

Grace White laughingly replied, “Great, great. We’ll definitely come.”

Upon leaving the Tiarks Clan residence, Viola Thompson rented a shared bike on the roadside.

The distance between the Tiarks Clan and the Thompson Family Manor wasn’t far.

Rachel Barton, on the other hand, got into Mr. White’s car.

When they reached a neighborhood near her home, Rachel Barton smiled and said, “Mr. White, you can drop me off here.”

Subconsciously, she didn’t want Mr. White to know where she lived.

Compared with the Tiarks Clan’s villa, her living quarters could only be described as a slum.

“Okay,” Mr. White parked the car, “Take your time on the road.”

“Of course, thank you, Mr. White, for giving me a ride home,” replied Rachel Barton.

“Don’t mention it.”

Having said that, Mr. White released the brake and drove away.

Rachel Barton watched as the black luxury car disappeared into the distance, her mouth curling up into a slight smile.

After watching for some time, she finally started to walk towards her home.

“Are you Miss Si?” she heard a pleasant feminine voice.

Rachel turned to look, and saw a woman in a white dress.

Long, curly hair.

Intellectually sophisticated.

“Hello,” Rachel Barton smiled while greeting, “Do we know each other?”

“Hello, I am Sylvia Thompson.” Sylvia Thompson extended her hand to Rachel.

Sylvia Thompson.

Rachel Barton frowned slightly. Why did the name sound so familiar?

As if seeing through Rachel Barton’s confusion, Sylvia continued, “My sister is Viola Thompson.”

Rachel Barton suddenly came to a realization, her gaze at Sylvia Thompson filled with wary vigilance.

Sylvia Thompson then said, “I know you may have misunderstood me, Miss Barton. I came here for a specific purpose – to inform you about something.”

“What is it?”

Sylvia Thompson looked at Rachel and said, “Miss Barton, I bear no ill will towards you. I’ll just say one thing and then leave.”

“The Viola you think you know might not be the same Viola you are familiar with. Miss Barton, I know many of your secrets such as you being deceived by your biological parents, not to mention the abortion you had recently… Who do you think told me about these?”