Chapter 327: 135: Dean ps himself in the face, J God!<div>


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    There was a phrase that particrly suited Sylvia Thompson.


    She didn’t have the destiny of a princess, but she suffered from princess syndrome.<div>


    Mrs. Thompson tried to treat Sylvia as her own granddaughter sometimes.


    But outsiders will always be outsiders.


    No matter how the Thompson family spoiled Sylvia and treated her like their own daughter, Sylvia would never take them to heart, and she always acted weirdly.


    Gradually, Mrs. Thompson lost hope in her.


    Mrs. Cooper smiled and said, “You say that, but isn’t Sylvia the second princess of the Thompson family?”


    “Even my Vi doesn’t call herself a princess, so what kind of princess is she?” Mrs. Thompson retorted.


    That was actually quite reasonable.


    By rights, Vi should have been the one more qualified to be called the little princess of the Thompson family.


    But after a short period of interaction, Mrs. Cooper didn’t find anything inappropriate about Vi.


    She was graceful and polite.


    Not at all like a child who came from the countryside.<div>


    Mrs. Cooper smiled as she looked at Mrs. Thompson, “By the way, is Vi nning to stay in Capital City?”


    “Well, she is the bloodline of our Thompson family, so where else would she stay but Capital City?” Mrs. Thompson nodded and added, “However, after the winter break, she’ll still have to go back to River City to continue her senior year.”


    “She’s not transferring to Capital City for school?” Mrs. Cooper asked curiously.


    “The third year of high school is the most crucial time, and she has only one semester till the exam. She has friends in River City too, so it might be a little ufortable for her to suddenly transfer to Capital City.”


    Mrs. Cooper nodded in understanding, “Indeed, high school seniors can’t be dyed. What’s Vi’s situation like in River City? Are her foster parents good to her?”


    Mrs. Thompson sighed, “I think her foster parents aren’t responsible either. All these years, Vi has been living in the countryside. It was not easy to finally bring her back, but they still let the child live alone.”


    Thinking back to the first time she went to River City to fetch Vi, Mrs. Thompson felt heartbroken.


    The girl was just eighteen years old.


    For other families, this age was still the time to y and act cute in front of their parents. But Vi was already self-reliant and living alone.


    Mrs. Cooper frowned slightly, “Both are foster parents, but why is there such a big difference! Look at how well Sawyer and Mary Perryne treat Sylvia.”


    Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne treated Sylvia as if she were their own child, even better than their three sons.<div>


    All these years, the onlookers saw this more clearly than anyone else.


    “That’s why our Vi has a hard life,” Mrs. Thompson’s eyes reddened slightly, “I will double mypensation to her in the future.”


    Mrs. Cooper patted Mrs. Thompson’s hand, consoling her, “The past is the past. Don’t think too much about it, just be happy from now on. Judging by Vi’s manners, she’s not an ordinary person. Your blessings are still toe, sister.”


    Mrs. Thompson was d to hear that, “I also think my Vi is special. She’s definitely going to bring glory to our Thompson family in the future.”


    Sylvia, who happened to be walking nearby, overheard this and furrowed her brows slightly.


    Vi wasn’t ordinary?


    ying the piano and speaking English made her not ordinary?


    Mrs. Thompson must have never seen truly excellent people, right?


    At Capital University, any student picked randomly would be able to y the piano.


    Who couldn’t speak English?


    Vi was just one of many ordinary people. She wasn’t anything special!<div>


    The power of blood really was strong.


    Ordinary Vi was seen as a genius in Mrs. Thompson’s eyes.


    Mrs. Thompson never thought about it.


    Sylvia was younger than Vi, but she was already a sophomore in college.


    What about Vi?


    She was still a high school student.


    Just by that alone, Vi couldn’tpare to her.


    A true genius like her might not even amount to a piece of dog shit in Mrs. Thompson’s eyes!


    With these thoughts in mind,


    Sylvia’s eyes were filled with irony.


    She must work harder, shine brighter, and make Mrs. Thompson see clearly who the real pearl is!


    By then,


    Vi would only be stepped on by her.


    Trying to hide the look in her eyes, Sylvia approached the two elderly women and greeted them gently,


    “Grandma, Madam Cooper.”


    Mrs. Cooper smiled at Sylvia, praising her, “Sylvia, you look so beautiful tonight! Like a fairy from the sky. I almost didn’t recognize you.”


    Sylvia was indeed beautiful.


    With fair skin, big eyes, a delicate almond-shaped face, and lovely apricot eyes.


    But Sylvia always felt that shecked something, so she often went to beauty salons for maintenance. Her eyebrows, eyes, and nose had all been adjusted slightly.