“To a …very nice girl.”
Chance thought for a while and finally came up with those words to describe Joey, because she was too wonderful a woman to be summarized with several words.
The woman on the other end of the phone sneered disapprovingly, “How nice could she be? Is she richer than me?”
“No, she comes from a rural family.”
“Then is she prettier than me?”
“Well…she isn’t a stunningly beautiful girl at first sight.”
But she is a girl you will find more and more beautiful when you get to know her, like a bottle of fine wine.
However, Chance kept it to himself. As an experienced man with women, he knew very well that one should never compliment a prettier woman in front of any woman.
“How could she have taken Allen away from me?” Yolanda’s voice was shrill and challenging.
Chance shook his head, “Yolanda, you’re wrong. She didn’t take Allen away from you. You left him to some other woman. Now you’ve been abroad for four years. Are you seeing someone?”
“No.” Yolanda was a little annoyed.
She had dated some men, but none of them could compare with Allen. To be honest, Allen was the most wealthy, most handsome and most gentle and considerable man she had dated. None of her flings had lasted over one month or two.
Chance wasn’t surprised, “It's your decision. If you choose your ideal and career, Allen will not be yours. I will say no more. Bye!”
He hung up the phone before Yolanda could respond.
He stroked his chin with a wicked smile on his face.
Joey, I’m sorry for getting you in trouble again. It’s a big one this time.
Yolanda was Martin’s elder sister who was aggressive and ambitious enough to have gone abroad alone to study for her dreams. She was the best of the best in terms of both family background and personal appearance. More importantly, she was Allen’s first girlfriend.
In the meanwhile, Joey, who was fooling with Allen, had no idea of the impending crisis.
Mrs. Charles had instructed Seventeen and Eighteen to keep a close eye on Joey since the accident. Joey wasn’t allowed to leave the house.
She wasn't free at all.
“I’m…taking a walk in the garden.”
Joey knew the maids wouldn’t allow her to move around if she told the truth. She would have to take a round-about way.
When she came to the garden, she saw the old man and the girl again. More exactly, they were Mr. William Charles and his maid Sharon.
Sharon was standing on the lawn in a light blue dress, beautiful like a fairy. It was a pleasant scene to watch.
Joey had to admit that Sharon was an outstandingly beautiful girl. But a May-December romance between the young girl and Mr. Charles Sr. who was sixty years older was shocking and doubtful. No one knew if she really loved him for who he was.
Joey was about to walk away quietly to avoid interrupting the couple. But Mr. Charles Sr. saw her and waved at her, “Since you’re here, why don’t you have a chat with me?”
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