Be pondered to herself, ‘Is my inner beauty so striking that it can’t be hidden by this disguise? Or are
these guys just overly eager to be Wyatt’s son-inw?’ She felt nauseated as she gazed upon her
own reflection.
The allure of power sure was incredible. It could make people willingly turn themselves blind. Well,
fortunately, Be had a backup n.
During lunch with the first date, Be suggested taking his pulse to show off her talent. She diagnosed
him as being physically aged like a 70-year-old man, despite him only being 30 years old. This
infuriated the man, who promptly ended the lunch by storming out.
On the second date, Be kept her gaze fixed behind the man throughout the date, making the man
visibly ufortable.
He felt confused and asked, “Ms. Thompson, what are you looking at?”
Be replied, “Mr. Walter, there’s a child standing behind you, watching you. Are you certain you
don’t want to invite him over for tea?”
Be’s tone gradually turned eerie. “He looks so… Pitiful.”
That man did not even finish his cup of tea before he fled in terror.
For the third date, there was minimal interaction as they were watching a musical. This created an
illusion of tranquility. As they finally reached the end, Mr. Lee politely extended an invitation. “Ms.
Thompson, I had a pleasant time today. Would you join me for dinner?”
With a smile, Be said, “Sure, I’d love to!”
She casually picked up her tote bag and slung it over her shoulder.
Mr. Lee had not noticed her bag earlier. After taking a closer look, he saw a row ofrge letters ringly
written on the bag. “Memento of Hatchbay Psychiatric Treatment Center.”
Be blinked innocently and asked, “Mr. Lee, why aren’t you walking?”
Mr. Lee’s face turned pale, and he slowly backed away. “Actually, I just remembered I have another
appointment. Let’s reschedule for another day!”
At this moment, Be and Steven found themselves at the final venue for today’s appointments.
It was an elegant and tranquil teahouse. The air was filled with the pure fragrance of tea, creating a
serene atmosphere reminiscent of Yara Park. The fourth date seemed to have unexpectedly aligned
with her taste.
Be considered toying with himter for some fun.
She had spent the whole day manipting these wealthy and privileged young men, while Steven
stood on the sidelines, watching with a sense of apprehension.
“Ms. Be, today you sessfully cut off their romantic intentions towards you. But what should we do
if these individuals go back and spread rumors? It might affect your reputation
in Savrow.” Steven expressed his concern.
Be snorted, “It would be better if these rumors spread. I’d love for those ordinary folks to think that
Wyatt Thompson’s daughter is a lunatic!”
Be remained calm andposed. She picked up an eyeliner pencil, looked into a small mirror, and
added a few more freckles to her face. “This way, it willpletely cut off Wyatt’s idea of finding a man
for me. Hmph! Attempting to outdo me? He’s losing his touch in this game!”
Amused, Steven could not help butment, “Well, honestly, at a time like this, it wouldn’t be bad if
Mr. Right were to appear.”
Be let out a soft sigh as she stowed away her makeup and said, “I also want to meet the one and
stop with the hassle of blind dates.”
Hearing these words, Steven felt a surge of emotion. He looked at her intensely and wished the same
for her, but the only difference was that he wished to be “the one” for her.
Be wondered out loud, “Wyatt is a sly old fox. I wonder what sneaky tactics he’ll use against me next
time.”
“Chairman Thompson holds you in the highest regard, Ms. Be. During your absence, he often
confided that among all his children, your personality and demeanor are the most simr to his.” Steven
spoke with a smile.
Be smirked and said, “Hah! Wyatt’s just insulting me. Can’t you
you tell?”
Steven could not help but smile. At that moment, his phone vibrated.
He took it out, nced at it, and hurriedly said, “Ms. Be, yourst date for the day has arrived.”
Be blurted, “Alright, let’s do this.’
})
Steven turned around and left, walking into a room next door.
While waiting, Be rested her chin on her hand and took in the beautiful and serene view outside the
window. She gently closed her eyes, taking in the crisp floral scent and the melodious sound of
birdsong filling the air.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door to the private room opening.
Be heard the steady, unwavering footsteps of leather shoes getting closer. She could vaguely smell a
subtle, refreshing scent as the person got closer. It was like a gentle midnight breeze that rustled
through window curtains and tugged at her heartstrings.
It was an unusual fragrance that was rarely used by men-the rich scent of violet leaves blended with a
light floral scent.
Although Be was sensitive to smoke, she had an excellent sense of smell. She slowly opened her
eyes and finally scanned the man from top to bottom
Be’s lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened in shock.
Christopher said, “Please ept my sincere apologies for beingte, Ms. Thompson.
Be pondered to herself, ‘Is my inner beauty so striking that it can’t be hidden by this disguise? Or are
these guys just overly eager to be Wyatt’s son-inw?’ She felt nauseated as she gazed upon her
own reflection.
The allure of power sure was incredible. It could make people willingly turn themselves blind. Well,
fortunately, Be had a backup n.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.
During lunch with the first date, Be suggested taking his pulse to show off her talent. She diagnosed
him as being physically aged like a 70-year-old man, despite him only being 30 years old. This
infuriated the man, who promptly ended the lunch by storming out.
On the second date, Be kept her gaze fixed behind the man throughout the date, making the man
visibly ufortable.
He felt confused and asked, “Ms. Thompson, what are you looking at?”
Be replied, “Mr. Walter, there’s a child standing behind you, watching you. Are you certain you
don’t want to invite him over for tea?”
Be’s tone gradually turned eerie. “He looks so… Pitiful.”
That man did not even finish his cup of tea before he fled in terror.
For the third date, there was minimal interaction as they were watching a musical. This created an
illusion of tranquility. As they finally reached the end, Mr. Lee politely extended an invitation. “Ms.
Thompson, I had a pleasant time today. Would you join me for dinner?”
With a smile, Be said, “Sure, I’d love to!”
She casually picked up her tote bag and slung it over her shoulder.
Mr. Lee had not noticed her bag earlier. After taking a closer look, he saw a row ofrge letters ringly
written on the bag. “Memento of Hatchbay Psychiatric Treatment Center.”
Be blinked innocently and asked, “Mr. Lee, why aren’t you walking?”
Mr. Lee’s face turned pale, and he slowly backed away. “Actually, I just remembered I have another
appointment. Let’s reschedule for another day!”
At this moment, Be and Steven found themselves at the final venue for today’s appointments.
It was an elegant and tranquil teahouse. The air was filled with the pure fragrance of tea, creating a
serene atmosphere reminiscent of Yara Park. The fourth date seemed to have unexpectedly aligned
with her taste.
Be considered toying with himter for some fun.
She had spent the whole day manipting these wealthy and privileged young men, while Steven
stood on the sidelines, watching with a sense of apprehension.
“Ms. Be, today you sessfully cut off their romantic intentions towards you. But what should we do
if these individuals go back and spread rumors? It might affect your reputation
in Savrow.” Steven expressed his concern.
Be snorted, “It would be better if these rumors spread. I’d love for those ordinary folks to think that
Wyatt Thompson’s daughter is a lunatic!”
Be remained calm andposed. She picked up an eyeliner pencil, looked into a small mirror, and
added a few more freckles to her face. “This way, it willpletely cut off Wyatt’s idea of finding a man
for me. Hmph! Attempting to outdo me? He’s losing his touch in this game!”
Amused, Steven could not help butment, “Well, honestly, at a time like this, it wouldn’t be bad if
Mr. Right were to appear.”
Be let out a soft sigh as she stowed away her makeup and said, “I also want to meet the one and
stop with the hassle of blind dates.”
Hearing these words, Steven felt a surge of emotion. He looked at her intensely and wished the same
for her, but the only difference was that he wished to be “the one” for her.
Be wondered out loud, “Wyatt is a sly old fox. I wonder what sneaky tactics he’ll use against me next
time.”
“Chairman Thompson holds you in the highest regard, Ms. Be. During your absence, he often
confided that among all his children, your personality and demeanor are the most simr to his.” Steven
spoke with a smile.
Be smirked and said, “Hah! Wyatt’s just insulting me. Can’t you
you tell?”
Steven could not help but smile. At that moment, his phone vibrated.
He took it out, nced at it, and hurriedly said, “Ms. Be, yourst date for the day has arrived.”
Be blurted, “Alright, let’s do this.’
})
Steven turned around and left, walking into a room next door.
While waiting, Be rested her chin on her hand and took in the beautiful and serene view outside the
window. She gently closed her eyes, taking in the crisp floral scent and the melodious sound of
birdsong filling the air.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door to the private room opening.
Be heard the steady, unwavering footsteps of leather shoes getting closer. She could vaguely smell a
subtle, refreshing scent as the person got closer. It was like a gentle midnight breeze that rustled
through window curtains and tugged at her heartstrings.
It was an unusual fragrance that was rarely used by men-the rich scent of violet leaves blended with a
light floral scent.
Although Be was sensitive to smoke, she had an excellent sense of smell. She slowly opened her
eyes and finally scanned the man from top to bottom
Be’s lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened in shock.
Christopher said, “Please ept my sincere apologies for beingte, Ms. Thompson.