"Bertha Marley...is that the girl your grandmother dotes on?" Lucy Candler pictured a pretentious young girl's face in her mind.
Honestly speaking, having had a few brief encounters with Bertha Marley, she didn't like this girl who always pretended to be a lady with fake smiles.
As women, they were naturally sensitive, and instinctively, she preferred Isabella Lindsey's straightforward and direct personality.
"Yes, it's her." Julian Johnsons nodded slightly.
"Where is she now?" Grandpa Johnson's expression was excited, "Quick, bring her over."
"Okay."
Julian Johnsons bowed his head, his fingers as beautiful as jade, and sent a command on his phone, saying, "She will be brought up in three minutes."
"Ladies and gentlemen of the family...I have something else to declare." Little Zhe suddenly raised his hand, like a student reporting, timidly.
Indeed.
