Chapter 469

Did she really dislike Violet, or was there more to the story?

Carole and Nanson had been siblings for years, and he knew his sister wasn't the type to change her demeanor so easily. There had to be a reason behind it.

Smiling to shift the topic, Nanson asked, "Hey sis, where's Annie?"

Carole replied, "She should be in her room. I'll go get her."

Just as Carole stood up from the couch, the saying "speak of the devil" seemed to come to life. Anthea emerged from the room with a casual, "Mom, Uncle."

Her eyes scanned the room and landed on a woman she didn't recognize. This must be Violet.

Anthea raised an eyebrow slightly, immediately recalling the incident at the skincare store the previous day.

With a smile, Nanson introduced them, "Annie, this is Ms. White. Violet, meet my eldest niece."

Violet quickly stood up from the couch, her eyes alight with surprise. "So this is Annie! What a beauty! Hi Annie, I'm Violet. Your uncle speaks of you often!"

Having spent years in the bustling nightlife, Violet had never encountered such a stunning girl. Beautiful. Absolutely stunning. If she were at one of their gatherings, she'd be the brightest star, the one everyone admired.

"Hello, Ms. White." Anthea greeted politely.

Violet frowned slightly. Despite Anthea being just nineteen, she exuded an inexplicable pressure. It was peculiar, like standing before the highest authority in a bustling arena. It unnerved Violet, making her hesitate to meet Anthea's gaze directly.

She glanced down at herself. She hadn't said anything wrong, nor had she offended this mother-daughter duo. Her attire was impeccable... so why did it feel like a weight sat heavy on her heart?

asked, "What does your

caught a glimpse of the events yesterday. She worried

and didn't want to jump to

father is a university professor, and my

They're currently

parents were

family!

is why I envy Nanson for

sister

Carole smiled politely.

Carole didn't continue, the conversation, Violet quickly. changed the subject. "Oh, by the way, brought you a gift.

gift—a high-end lipstick. No woman could

gracefully, "I appreciate the gesture, but I rarely wear makeup. You should keep

on the table, "I've brought it, so please

to support Violet, "Sis, Violet spent a long time picking out that perfect shade for you. You should take

won't use it," Carole said, standing

you!" Violet

declined, "No need, the kitchen's smoky. Don't ruin

no problem. I cook at home

gave Violet

Typically, someone who enjoys cooking at

life wouldn't have a

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