Chapter 140 A Friend
Oliva, dressed in traditional clothes, had a string of agate beads around her neck, each round and smooth, which
made her look imposingly elegant. "I've had a friendship with Grandma He for decades. Even if she has some
ulterior motives, I'm well aware of them. It's just
a meal, we can talk about the future later," she said.
Kenny didn't dare to question her actions, he hummed in agreement, absentmindedly looking ahead.
Suddenly, a slender figure caught my eye.
He thought he had seen wrong.
Waited until getting closer.
The girl's exquisite profile becclear, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, his gaze fixed as if glued: "Grandma,
it's that girl from that day."
He remembered her nseemed to be Myrna?
He saw it, and of course, Oliva saw it too.
The kindly expression on his face instantly darkened, his gaze becoming sharp!
Myrna!
She had originally thought that Myrna would greet her when they met.
Who would have thought, the rebellious girl seemed to not recognize them, casually brushing past them.
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Olival's face turned abruptly cold, almost being upset to the point of
allness
What did she mean, deliberately showing her displeasure to herself?
Could she, as an elder, tolerate such disrespect from a younger person?
Kenny only caught a whiff of a faint fragrance, the graceful figure was already quickly passing them by, he
couldn't help but call out, "Ms. Stark." Myma heard someone calling her, her steps faltered slightly, and she
turned around.
The pitch-black eyes just happened to see Oliva and Kenny, only then realizing that the two people they had
passed by were acquaintances.
Oliva looked unwell, didn't even glance at her, seeming as if she didn't want to greet her.
The young man beside her was indeed enthusiastic and had a good attitude.
She didn't have the habit of eagerly seeking attention from those who were indifferent to her. As she was
contemplating whether or not to initiate the greeting, a voice sounded from behind the two of them. "Mya."
The man's voice was languid and deep.
Like plucking good cello strings.
The Herring family turned around to see a tall man walking through them. He seemed to be very familiar with
Myrna, his hand resting on her shoulder, and he asked in a deep voice, "Weren't you going to wash your hands?
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"Was just about to go over."
Kenny instinctively felt that something was off about the atmosphere between the two, and instinctively asked,
"Ms. Stark, who is this?"
He actually shouldn't have asked that question.
The question was even asked abruptly.
Even Oliva didn't realize, he had already asked.
Myrna lifted her eyelids, looked at him in surprise, one hand in her pocket, and replied to him lightly, "Friend."
Friend?
A boyfriend was also a kind of friend.
Kenny's heart sank.
Couldn't help but glance at that man
Suddenly, | bumped right into that person.
How could those eyes be described?
The cold that thirsted for blood.
Also contained a warning.
He was by no means as charming and harmless as his voice had just suggested.
He was startled.
Still hadn't figured out who this person was.
Oliva had reacted, realizing that her grandson seemed to have a
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different attitude towards Myrna. Her face suddenly turned slightly gloomy, and she pulled him, "Kenny, let's go
back!"
The granddaughter that the Payne family found was too wild.
She looked down upon and absolutely would not allow such a person to marry into their family.
That Kristin from the Payne family was not too bad.
Myrna wanted to pair up with Kenny, but she absolutely disagreed.
"Grandma," Kenny didn't want to leave.
Oliva was resolute, "Go back!"
He couldn't resist, could only leave with a face full of regret, looking back three times with each step he took.
Myrna hadn't noticed the trickery in their interaction. Seeing them
leave, she felt a sense of relief in her brows, conveniently avoiding the
need to greet them.
She was just about to leave.
Who knew that the road ahead was blocked by someone's arm.
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