Chapter 136

Sylvia waved her hand. "Don't mention it."

It was on Franklin's treat.

After answering the call from her mother outside the hall, Helena came

to Sylvia and said awkwardly, "Miss Andrews, my mother wants to invite

you for dinner. Are you available? You have met her in Wilson Group

Tulip Town."

"Why?" Sylvia stared at her for a while.

"She likes you and wants to show her gratitude for guiding me in

singing,” Helena explained.

Rosie eavesdropped on them. With an odd feeling, she quickly sent

Winter a text message to inform Winter.

As night fell, the moon surrounded by several stars was shining in the

sky.

Sylvia accepted Helena's invitation and came to Lee Residence after

dancing teaching.

Mrs. Lee warmly ushered her into the dining room. "After getting my

daughter's call, I immediately asked the chef to prepare meals. Help

yourself. Miss Andrews."

“Thank you, Mrs. Lee." She sat down and thanked the servant who

handed her the towel.

“I didn't expect that my daughter is learning dance from you. You are so

excellent. Well, you are about the same age. You are so talented, but

my daughter is so ordinary.” Mrs. Lee ingratiated herself with Sylvia.

Helena complained, "Mom, I am a good singer, okay?"

Sylvia chuckled. "Helena is competent in work and good at dancing.

Save these polite words. Just get straight to the point."

The moment Sylvia walked into the house, she felt something fishy

since Mrs. Lee prepared so many dishes on the table for just three

people.

Mrs. Lee finally confessed, "Well, actually, I want to tell you something."

After Mrs. Lee told Sylvia what happened to Mrs. Booker, Sylvia sat

and replied expressionlessly, "I'm sorry. I can't offer you help, but I can

tell you how to deal with this matter."

"Miss Andrews, last time you exposed that guy was a fraud. I'm glad to

hear that you have a way to help us out. I'm all ears." Mrs. Lee nodded.

She whispered in Mrs. Lee's ear and sat back. "Got it?"

“Yes. Thank you." Mrs. Lee nodded and put delicious dishes on Sylvia's

plate. "Let's enjoy the meal."

After Sylvia finished dinner and left, Helena felt it unreal that Sylvia, at a

young age, could think of a way to help her sophisticated mother.

She asked, "What did she say to you, mother?"

"Don't be nosy, my girl. You should learn more from her." Mrs. Lee went

back to her bedroom.

Sylvia drove her Land Rover on the road at late night.

On leaving Lee Residence, she noticed she was trailed after by a car.

She smirked charmingly and stepped on the gas.

The car sped down the road.

The car trailed after her also sped up.

Sylvia proficiently controlled the car at a high speed and drew distance

from the car behind her.

She turned into a road with many twists and turns and drove smoothly

with great skill.

The average driver on this road could easily run into the railing on the

curve.

The car behind failed to catch up with her though the driver tried his

best.

"Fuck."

"Did she hire a professional driver? Why is her car so fast?"

"No, she is the driver.”

"Is she such a good driver?"

Several men in the back of the car were on the verge of vomiting when

their driver passed several curves at a high speed.

"Come on. Be careful. Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

With the screams of them, the car crashed into the road railings,

causing smoke to rise from the engine.

Dazzled, with blood on their heads, they stumbled and tried their best

to get out.

Sylvia drove the Land Rover and disappeared from their sight.

At the sight of the crash behind her in the rear-view mirror, she wore a

triumphant smile.

“Pathetic guys. Wanna catch up with me? Dream on.’

The next morning, Sylvia got up to have breakfast as usual and was

ready to go to the studio hall.

As soon as she opened the villa door, she was startled by the

automatic loading truck at the entrance piled with more than one

hundred boxes.

Inside these boxes were designer bags or clothes.

The driver asked when he saw her, "Are you Miss Andrews? Mr.

Maskelyne bought these gifts from Emkath for you. Where do you want

me to put these?"

When she noticed the Bentley not far away, Franklin gracefully walked

over and looked extremely enchanting under the golden morning

sunshine.

He sized up Sylvia who wore a white dress.

With long hair and pretty eyes, her fair face glowed under the sunshine.

Bewitched by her lovely face, he was eager to dash forward to embrace

her.

His heart pounded.

He came to her and looked down. "Do you like these gifts?"

She had received a real estate complex worth 2.8 billion dollars and

999 roses and babybreath. Now he sent her luxury brands that filled the

trunk.

Was squandering money all he could do?

She took a deep breath. "Franklin, can you do something meaningful?

What you did makes me think you have a bad taste.”

Franklin lost his words. After a while, he asked, "Could you tell me what

I should do, sweetie?"

"Don't call me that way. I get to work now." She cast a glance at these

boxes and speechlessly shook her head.

“These are all the latest clothes and bags. Won't you take a look? You'll

find something you like." He turned sullen after noticing that she

showed no interest in the gifts he picked for her.

She disdained to shoot a glance at these expensive gifts.

Different from airline stewardesses who could only afford one or two

bags and had to hold back their desire for more bags, Sylvia had no

desire for them.

As tensions grew, Franklin's eyes were bursting with rage.

Mixed feelings rose inside Sylvia.

She had many designer bags, so she didn't need these gifts.

It was just that she couldn't figure out why Franklin sent gifts to her like

crazy.