Chapter 1535: All Mothers Are the Same, Right? “I've already planned to go for an interview tomorrow,” Monica had no intention of hiding anything. “I never planned to be your assistant, nor did I think about joining Algerone's company, or Tristan's for that matter. Anyway, as your only daughter, I need to keep things balanced!" Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, Belinda asked, "What kind of job are you looking for?"

"A piano teacher at a training institute," Monica replied, her eyes curving into a smile. "I'll be teaching some seven or eight-year-olds!" Her childlike innocence seemed to awaken all at once.

“Isn't that..." Belinda was a bit at a loss for words. "Isn't that a big leap? You play the piano well, but can you ensure you can be a teacher? Do you have the patience?"

"Considering that I'll have children in the future, I've decided to start interacting with kids from now on!" She seemed to have made up her mind, and happily linked arms with her mother. "Belinda, who are you going to meet now? Can I come? You're all alone and so beautiful, I'm really worried about your safety. Why don't I be your assistant for a day?"

Since she was going to meet Tristan, Belinda agreed, "Alright, then you better go change your clothes, freshen up, and dress up a bit. I'll wait for you."

"Isn't the meeting tonight?"

to meet a younger sister first. You can come

hand gesture towards her and cheerfully headed upstairs, humming a tune. Her mood had changed since she started dating.

didn't worry about her

though she couldn't let go of her

time she thought of Algerone Swain, Belinda would feel a headache and a mix of emotions

around 6:40 in the evening, Belinda parked her car in the open-air parking lot of Riddle House, following the address

really nice, a quiet place in the midst of the hustle and bustle. The private dishes

good, and the

her daughter a surprise and didn't tell her that one of the people they were meeting was Tristan, although

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