When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden) novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497 Rotten Apple in the Perfect Life

“What’s the point of lying to you!”

Keith casually put his arm around Larry’s shoulder and patted his chest, “Don’t worry, bro. Since you’re Shirley’s brother, you’re my so going to be my best friend. Why would I lie to you? I also want the best for you!”

“But you’re in cahoots with Braden. How can you be a good person?”

Larry frowned, looking disgusted at the man’s arm draped over his shoulder, feeling the urge to chop it off.

Over the years, death had been with him like the wind. Thus, he had grown very cautious of people, unaccustomed to being this close to others.

“No, no, no, not anymore. From now on, I’m drawing a line between me and that heartless, cold-blooded Braden!”

Keith exaggeratedly made a “no” gesture with his hands and said with a flattering smile, Now I’m on your side, bro. I’ll listen to you.”

“I wasn’t joking earlier. If you don’t mind, I can introduce you to that plastic surgeon sometime and have him evaluate if your face can be restored.’

“Alright.”

Larry nodded, the wariness in his eyes slightly diminished.

The two men sat in the car and started chatting passionately. Larry even enthusiastically invited Keith to visit ’Crimson Pawnshop” and have a drink with him.

Shirley and Nancy sat in the back row, exchanging puzzled glances, both bursting with questions.

Shirley said, “What’s going on? How did these two start acting like brothers? Did I miss something?”

“What’s so strange about that? The word social butterfly is perfect to describe him!” replied Nancy.

Shirley continued saying, “But his betrayal was too fast. Weren’t my brother and his bro enemies?”

Nancy said, “That’s true. He succumbed too fast. What is he after?”

“There must be a conspiracy!” responded Shirley, then. Nancy consented. “Yes, definitely a conspiracy!”

They happily returned to the “Crimson Pawnshop’ in the car. Larry declared that he would personally cook to entertain them.

Keith acted like a long-lost follower. “Bro, let me go with you. Teach me how to cook.”

Thus, the two men chatted passionately in the kitchen, their intimacy bordering on abnormal, like a young couple.

Shirley and Nancy sat on the sofa, eating fruit and snacks while the two children ran around the courtyard, playing with antiques worth millions as toys. Irving stayed aside to look after them, nearly having a heart attack several times.

“Ah, Mr. Bennett, be careful. That’s not an ordinary soccer ball, but a football from two thousand years ago. It’s made of pure gold and jade, exclusive for the ancient nobility. It’s very expensive, don’t break it!”

“Ah, Miss Alisha, don’t touch that vase. It’s a top-grade imperial kiln piece. It’s Shirley’s favorite…”

Nancy was as fascinated as the children, finding everything in this new world intriguing.