Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
Chapter 1746 - Chapter 1746 422 Her Prosperous Era_5

Chapter 1746: 422: Her Prosperous Era!_5 Chapter 1746: 422: Her Prosperous Era!_5 Hale Bennett squinted his eyes.

He probably knew what Barton Turner had said to Sweetie.

Hale Bennett continued, “Alright, no more crying.”

Sweetie wiped her tears, “Cara Turner isn’t a good person, Big Gray Wolf, you shouldn’t marry her! She deserves to dig wild vegetables for a lifetime!”

Spending the past few days together, Sweetie realized that Hale Bennett wasn’t as bad as she had imagined.

So, calling him the nickname Big Gray Wolf came much more naturally.

Dig wild vegetables?

Hale Bennett had a face full of question marks.

This child’s thoughts jumped too quickly; he simply couldn’t keep up.

“Did she tell you that Gemma is a traitor?” asked Hale Bennett.

“Uh-huh.” Sweetie nodded and then asked, “Aren’t Cara Turner and Gemma good sisters? Why did she say Gemma is a traitor?”

Shouldn’t good sisters protect each other?

Hale Bennett patted Sweetie’s head, “This is a matter between adults, kids shouldn’t worry about it. Just remember, no matter when, Gemma will never betray us.”

Sweetie had never thought Big Gray Wolf looked so cool!

“Big Gray Wolf, you’ve finally become a person!” Sweetie blurted out the words and only after she finished speaking did she realize her expression was improper and immediately covered her mouth.

Hale Bennett squinted, “Do you mean I wasn’t a person before?”

This little girl really dared to say anything.

Even Hale Bennett’s assistant behind him broke out in a cold sweat for Sweetie.

A God of War is also a God of Killing.

He was capable of anything.

Sweetie wore a flattering smile, “Uncle Hale, I didn’t mean that, I meant you’ve always been a person.”

Hale Bennett: “I thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Sweetie made a heart gesture towards Hale Bennett and then seriously said, “Uncle Hale, do you really believe Gemma isn’t a traitor?”

This was very important to Sweetie.

“Uh-huh,” Hale Bennett equally serious, “I believe.”

“Thank you.”

Hale Bennett patted Sweetie’s head again.

Sweetie looked up at Hale Bennett, “So we are good friends now?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sweetie extended her pinky towards Hale Bennett, “Good friends have to make a pinky promise not to change for a hundred years.”

Hale Bennett cooperatively extended his pinky and made a pinky promise with Sweetie.

Sweetie hooked Hale’s pinky, smiling, “I used to make pinky promises like this with Gemma too!”

Hale Bennett smiled warmly.

After the pinky promise, Sweetie looked at Hale Bennett, “When can Gemma come back?”

Hale Bennett spoke lightly, “Soon.”

“How soon?” Sweetie continued.

Hale Bennett didn’t respond.

Sweetie sighed, “I miss Gemma.”

Hale Bennett then said, “I still have matters to handle, go play by yourself.”

Sweetie helplessly waved her hand, sighing, “Go on then, you adults are always so busy.”

After Hale Bennett left, Sweetie too shouldered her little backpack and wobbled ahead.

Soon.

Sweetie arrived at the bustling streets of Country Polluton.

She glanced at the phone watch on her wrist.

Very good.

The red dot on the map had disappeared, which meant no one was following her now.

Sweetie breathed a sigh of relief.

This was really great!

Sweetie bounced forward, eager to see her big sister Gemma; she had so much to tell her.

As she walked,

Sweetie spotted a familiar figure at the Milk Tea Shop ahead.

It was big sister Gemma!

Overjoyed, Sweetie immediately ran in the direction of the Milk Tea Shop, “Big sister Gemma! Big sister Gemma!”

She felt so fortunate; she had run into Gemma just after leaving her house!

However, before Sweetie could reach the Milk Tea Shop, the figure got into a car parked along the roadside.

“Big sister Gemma!”

Sweetie called out loudly.

But the person did not react at all.

Sweetie could only watch helplessly as the car drove further and further away.

Why would big sister Gemma ignore her?

Or had she done something wrong that had upset Gemma?

Alone on the street corner, Sweetie stood with a reddened nose, feeling upset.

—

Viola Thompson sat in the back seat and looked up at the rearview mirror, her tone light, “Did someone call me?”

She thought she heard her name, but when she listened carefully, she heard nothing.

Vivian leaned on the window, puzzled, “No, boss, are you sure you heard something?”

“Maybe.”

Viola did not think further on it.

—

Harlan Lentz and Eleanor Armstrong’s third stop was Delu State.

Patriarch Lentz was also on a trip here, and the couple decided to visit him.

Patriarch Lentz was ninety-five this year.

But he was more spirited than ever, lively and alert.

“Dad.”

Eleanor smiled as she took out a jar of pickles from the suitcase, “I brought these especially from River City.”

Seeing the pickles, Patriarch Lentz’s eyes lit up, “Eleanor! You and only you understand me! Delu State might have a nice climate, but it’s not very accessible, and extreme weather often causes outages of water, power, and flights. I’ve been longing for Aunt Zhang’s hand-pickled pickles!”

Acknowledging his delight, Eleanor added, “I knew you liked them, so I brought them especially.”

Patriarch Lentz immediately asked for chopsticks and began tasting the pickles enthusiastically.

Harlan frowned slightly, “Dad, you’re older now, you should eat less of this kind of stuff.”

As he finished, he turned to Eleanor, “Why would you bring such things for him?”

Harlan took up his cane and struck towards Harlan, “Shut up! Don’t you speak to Eleanor like that! Eleanor is just like my own daughter! Unlike you, an ungrateful son!”

Harlan: “…”

Eleanor laughed, “Dad, Harlan is not wrong, you should eat less of this stuff.”

Patriarch Lentz nodded repeatedly, “I know, I know.”

All the while claiming to understand, he wished he could devour all the pickles in one go.

Aunt Zhang’s culinary skills were just too good!

Harlan immediately took the pickles away, “Dad, just have a little to satisfy the craving.”

Patriarch Lentz’s face dropped, “How many years do I have left? You won’t even let me have enough pickles!”

At his age, he was content and unafraid of death whenever it might come.

Thus, Patriarch Lentz did not fear death.

Harlan handed a card to Patriarch Lentz, “Keep this safe.”

Patriarch Lentz looked confused, “What are you giving me this for?”

Harlan continued, “Your money should go towards your own care, not always to support Terrence! He has me and Eleanor as well.”

Pausing, Harlan added, “Though the company is gone, Eleanor and I still have some savings, enough for Terrence to get married and have children. Dad, you shouldn’t give Terrence any more money.”

Patriarch Lentz frowned, “What are you talking about? I haven’t given Terrence any money for several years now; that boy has blocked all my accounts!”

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