Chapter 9


    Estelle instinctively wanted to hide her hand behind her, but then she thought that this action would


    seem too guilty, so she held back and didn’t move.


    In the game, she had blown up Henson, and she herself had been killed by someone else with a single


    shot


    Henson resisted the urge to kick Estelle to death, but instead defended her, saying. “Uncle, I’m done


    with my homework!”


    Jonathan was a bit surprised, nced over Estelle’s face, and walked towards the desk, ‘Let me seel


    Henson showed his homework to Jonathan, and, as expected, it was allpleted and corrected. The


    mistakes were fixed, and some even had summaries.


    Jonathan became even more amazed and looked at Estelle.


    Estelle stared back with her clear, big eyes, “I promised Henson that I’d y the game with him after


    finishing the homework.”


    Jonathan smiled faintly, put down the homework, and said to Henson, “Good job, keep ying!”


    After saying this, he left the room.


    Estelle let out a breath without changing her expression, and exchanged a nce with Henson, both


    feeling like they had survived a disaster.


    Henson mocked, “Are you so afraid of my uncle?”


    Estelle blurted out, “Aren’t you?”


    Henson raised his eyebrows, “My uncle would scold me when he’s angry, but he’s not gonna scold you,


    what are you afraid of?”


    “I, Estelle stammered, awkwardly saying, “Who said I’m afraid of him?”


    Henson looked at her sarcastically.


    Estelle, annoyed, picked up her phone, “Forget about your uncle, let’s continue the game.”


    Henson opened his tablet, threatening, “If you dare blow me up again, I’ll shoot you first!”


    Estelleughed guiltily, “No more, no more!”


    When Estelle left, she didn’t see Jonathan. It was still the driver who sent her back. As soon as she left


    the vi, her mood suddenly brightened.


    With some people, you don’t need to see them. Just in the same room with them will put you under


    tremendous


    pressure.


    Jonathan hadn’t gone out all morning. During lunch, therge dining table wasid out with a vorful


    ten-course meal and a soup, but Jonathan and Henson were the only two people eating.


    Jonathan took a few sips of soup, put down the spoon, and asked, “How do you feel about the new


    teacher?”


    “Not bad!” Henson nodded.


    Jonathan mocked, “Because she ys games with you?”


    Henson unimpressed, “There are many people who are willing to y games with me, but I didn’t say


    they are. good!”


    He looked proud, “Actually, I just pity her!”


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    “Why is she pitiable?” Jonathan asked casually.


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    Henson frowned, “She didn’t have parents since childhood, only a grandfather, who is sick “


    Jonathan raised his eyebrows, Did she tell you that?”


    “Yeah”


    “But you can’t keep her just for this reason Im hiring a tutor, not helping the poor Jonathan said


    indifferently Henson thought for a moment. It’s not entirely because of that Anyway, I can actually follow


    her lessons”


    “Okay” Jonathan didn’t say anything else, “As long as you can ept her, then let’s settle this”


    Henson nodded in agreement.


    Jonathan suddenly felt that whether Estelle was really miserable or just pretending, she did have some


    talent


    Estelle took the Lamont family’s car and got off at the University of J City. She then took a bus back to


    the


    vi


    After passing the eastern suburbs, the road gradually widened, and the green trees on both sides


    formed a canopy. Therge forest park, the famous Whispering Lake of J City and the rolling


    mountains could be seen.


    High-scale vi districts were hidden among the green trees, with beautiful scenery and fresh air.


    Compared to the crowded and noisy city center, this ce was heaven on earth.


    As she went to pick up her bike, Emily from the coffee store called out to her, “E,e in!”


    “Sure!” Estelle replied.


    She entered the store which wasn’t too crowded, with a few groups of customers sitting in the corners.


    Emily pulled Estelle over to a wooden chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, “Hang on!”


    Estelle saw a wooden table with a ss vase containing blooming yellow daisies, which perfectly


    matched the refreshing day.


    Emily brought over a wooden tray filled with pastries and put them one by one on the table: a peach


    pudding, a chocte mousse, and arge cup of passion fruit iced tea..


    Estelle’s eyes sparkled – she loved all of these.


    “Enjoy, they’re all yours!”


    Emily had a round face, big eyes, ck-rimmed sses, and when she smiled, two dimples appeared


    on her cheeks she looked very cute.


    Estelle began eating the pudding with her spoon.


    Emily propped her face up with her hands and grinned at her.


    Estelle would always leave her bike outside the coffee store when she went out. After doing that a few


    times, the two became friends.


    “E, during your summer vacation this year, you can do an internship. Do you have any ideas what


    you want to do?” Emily asked.


    Estelle held her spoon and shook her head, “Haven’t thought about it yet.”


    “So, do you have any dreams or things you want to do?”


    Estelle thought for a moment and said earnestly. “I want to buy Vi del Sol.”


    She loved Vi del Sol, but it wasn’t hers. If she and Jonathan divorced, she would have to move out.


    Emily tapped the table, “Can you think of something more realistic?”


    Estelle stopped talking, finished her pudding, and started eating cake.


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    “By the way, E, have you ever encountered Jonathan while working at Vi del Sol? Emity suddenly


    asked with a gossipy tone


    Emily had always thought Estelle was working at Vi del Sol to earn tuition fees


    Estelle replied truthfully, “No.”


    “Oh,” Emily rested her chin, “That’s a pity!”


    Emily was studying architectural design, and it was said that Vi del Sol’s vi was designed and built


    by Jonathan himself. She had always admired Jonathan.


    After chatting for a while, Estelle got up to leave, and Emily gave her another piece of cake.


    Estelle took the cake, rode her electric bike, turned around Maple Street, and entered Vi del Sol.


    Vi del Sol was a hill, a privately-owned little hill.


    On both sides of the winding road, there were towering trees blocking out the sunpletely. As soon


    as you step onto the green path, the heat vanishes, and you feel refreshed and energetic.


    The vi was located halfway up the hill. When a small bike driving towards it, the carved iron gate


    automatically opens. Inside, there’s a vast and neatly maintainedwn, a ss greenhouse, centuries-


    old flowering trees… To the right of the bluestone path is the main living area with an American-style


    design. Through therge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see Max lying on the pure white carpet.


    Seeing her enter, Max races out.


    Estelle squats down and hugs Max, thinking about the dog that Jonathan has now, feeling a bit


    heartbroken. She pats the cake box in her hand, I’ll share half of this with youter!”


    Max gets even more excited, spinning around Estelle non-stop.


    Once inside the house, before Wilmaes out of the kitchen, Max has already brought over the soft


    slippers, waiting for Estelle to change her shoes.


    “Why are you so well-behaved today?” Estelle says with a warm smile.


    Wilmaes out, takes the cake from Estelle’s hand, andughs gently, “If you wanted cake, ma’am,


    you could’ve just told me. The ones from outside aren’t that good.”


    “It’s from Emily!” Estelle exins. Wilma loves to make her all kinds of snacks and doesn’t like her


    eating stuff from outside.


    Knowing Emily, Wilma smiles and nods, “Then tomorrow, I’ll have Mr. Wagner bring some fresh fruits to


    Emily when he goes out.”


    “Just do it as you see fit!” Estelleughs and heads upstairs with Max.


    After taking a shower and sharing the cake with Max, Estelle gets a call. She nces at the phone and


    answers, “Jason.”


    “What are you doing?” The man’s voice is deep and maic, with a subtle hint of a smile.


    “Eating.” Estelle sips the cream from her fingertip.


    “Today, Lady Copnd, the third wife, called and specifically asked King himself to design a jade


    ne. The offer is 10 million, just for the design fee.”


    Estelle raises her eyebrows. The third wife of the Copnd family? She’s quite generous this time.”


    This third wife is a senior VIP of GK Jewelry Studio, a former model. Although she married into a


    wealthy family, she’s a bit petty. She buys hundreds of thousands of jewelry pieces, but haggles over a


    thousand-dor packaging box with the salesperson. Howe she suddenly became this generous


    this time?


    “Next month is Old Mrs. Copnd’s 80th birthday, and it’s almost time to divide the family property. The


    third wife wants a bigger share, so she has to find a way to please the olddy. Are you avable? Do


    you want to


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    take the job?”


    Estelle chuckles, “Why not? Money is there for the take. A month should be enough.”


    “Alright, I’ll let her know tomorrow.” Jason pauses, and then asks, “When are youing to the design


    studio?” Estelle yfully rolls her eyes, sucking on a yogurt straw, “How about the weekend? I’ll let


    you know.”


    “Great, see you then!”