Chapter 937


    "Ms. Gates, don''t be too angry," Sh walked over to Kristen andforted her in a low voice.


    "There may have been a misunderstanding between you and Mrs. Maskelyne, but it can be


    resolved."


    Kristen gave her a cold nce. "Do you think I forgot about your behavior earlier, eating without


    paying?"


    Impatiently taking a tissue from another woman''s hand, she wiped the soup off her clothes with an


    air of haughty disdain.


    Sh forced a smile but didn''t say anything more.


    She had almost been thrown out by Franklin just now. If it weren''t for her brothering to rescue


    her, she probably wouldn''t even be allowed back into this hotel or restaurant.


    Although she thought this way in her heart, she didn''t show it and continued to eat with everyone


    else. After finishing the meal, she went back to the hotel room to get her luggage.


    The woman who shared the room with her looked at her inexplicably. "We spent two thousand


    dors each for this group photo session! We''ve only taken one picture so far holding LV bags!


    You''re leaving already? That''s such a waste!"


    "I have something else I need to attend to at home," Sh smiled and lowered her head again to


    continue packing.


    "But Ms. Gates said we''re going to take photos by the pool this afternoon and Ferrari pictures


    tomorrow before going partying at some fancy vi! It would look so good on our social media


    profiles!" The woman tried persuading Sh again.


    Sh paused while packing up and looked up at Sandra Cross. "Sandra, there are many ways of


    changing one''s fate in life; suddenly bing rich overnight is many people''s dream but working


    hard step by step might not necessarily be bad either."


    "Oh my god! Are you going out there looking for work? How tiring is that? A few thousand dors


    per month sry won''t get you anywhere! My perfume alone costs over two thousand dors!"


    Sandra Cross rolled her eyes.


    "Are you going do those low-level jobs like others do? So tiring... Why not find yourself a rich man


    instead? Enjoying luxury life would be much better."


    "I saw Mrs. Maskelyne today and suddenly realized that the choices we make in life determine our


    future. Have you noticed how beautiful she is? Not only is she beautiful, but also noble, emanating


    from her very being. Ms. Gates looks like a clown in front of her."


    Sh looked at Sandra Cross seriously and said slowly, "What does it mean to be a true socialite?


    It''s about grace, breadth of mind, not being humble or overbearing, standing up for oneself. I don''t


    want to pretend to be one of those fake socialites anymore; it''s just not worth it."


    "We rent an Hermes bag, an Appleputer, a Chanel watch... we split all the costs but what do


    we get in the end? A momentary sense of vanity. And what''s the result? Emptiness. It''s better to


    be rich on our own than rely on wealthy men," Sh didn''t want to say anything more.


    It was as if she had suddenly awakened.


    Before this group of students thought everything Ms. Gates said was right - that socialites should


    carry luxury brand bags and wear gorgeous clothes while drinking afternoon tea at high-end hotels


    or hosting fancy pool parties for their birthdays.


    But now... she suddenly felt that everything Kristen said was fake.


    The nobility inside them and these fake joint purchases werepletely different things.


    A world apart.


    After finishing speaking, Sh dragged her luggage out with Sandra Cross following behind and


    asking, "Sh, will youe back?"


    "I won''te back," Sh turned around and smiled at her friend before saying, "Say goodbye to


    Ms. Gates for me; I won''t bother her again."


    The truth was she didn''t even want to see Kristen again - that woman who had such an inted


    sense of vanity and spent all day brainwashing them with materialistic thoughts.


    Sh got into the elevator and went down to the first floor where she walked out just as Sylvia and


    Franklin stepped out from another elevator next door.


    Sylvia had changed into clean clothes. A beige sweatshirt paired with blue jeans hugged her long


    slender legs while sporting white sneakers.


    She looked fresh-faced like a college student full of youthfulness.


    Sylvia noticed Sh too; recognizing this girl with minimal makeup carrying luggage in hand.


    She curved up one side of her mouth, asking, "Are you leaving?"


    Sh''s face turned red, feeling a bit embarrassed and even a little inferior for some reason. She felt


    at a loss under Sylvia''s clear and watery gaze. The other party was too perfect and excellent,


    making her feel like she was just a piece of smelly poop without the qualification to look up at her.


    She answered in confusion, "Um... I don''t want to pretend to be a socialite anymore."


    As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to bite off her own tongue. Why did she have to say


    such an honest thing? What would Mrs. Maskelyne think of her? She should have said something


    more dignified like not wanting to stay here or wanting to go home.


    Damn it!


    Sylvia smiled slightly, "If you encounter any difficulties one day, you can contact me."


    She didn''t have a business card but directly took out her phone and pulled up her Facebook QR


    code. "Add me on Facebook."


    Sh suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief as if she were dreaming.


    Sylvia personally added Sh on Facebook? She was just an ordinary woman who had never even


    been to college after graduating from high school... How could she possibly add Sylvia on


    Facebook?


    Her face turned red with embarrassment while both hands fumbled around the handle of the


    luggage case without knowing what else to do.


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    Sylvia raised an eyebrow, "What''s wrong? Don''t want to add me?"


    It was as if Sh had woken up from a dream; had she gone crazy? The other party had taken the


    initiative yet here she was lost in thought!


    She quickly threw down the luggage case and rummaged through her bag for her phone.


    When opening up that shabby A-brand Nana package bag with trembling fingers, Sh''s heart


    continued pounding heavily until finally adding Sylvia on Facebook made it calm down again.


    Sylvia didn''t continue looking at Sh but instead went back next Franklin, "We''re going home now;


    let''s go." Afterward, she nced once more at Sh before saying goodbye.


    Sh stared nkly at them until they walked far away before finally letting out a sigh of relief.


    She gently touched the chest that kept beating wildly inside Miss Andrews is so beautiful... Her skin


    is so smooth that pores are almost invisible. Even though those features are delicate enough not


    seem real.


    How could there be such perfect women?


    Mr. Maskelyne has such strong aura that scared L into not daring look him straight in his eyes


    Sylvia and Franklin left the hotel and got straight into the ck Bentley. After Franklin led Sylvia


    inside and closed the car door, he looked at her with a slight smile on his lips. "Why did you add


    her?"


    That woman was nothing special, he didn''t think she had anything that would attract Sylvia.


    "She''s different from those other women, otherwise she wouldn''t have left early," Sylvia said as she


    nced out of the car window at Sh dragging her suitcase towards the bus stop outside of the


    hotel.


    "So you don''t mind giving her a chance?"


    Sylvia smiled with almond-shaped eyes. "You guessed it again."


    She checked the time. "Let''s go to the hospital and see how my uncle is doing."


    Giancarlo wanted to be discharged from hospital; he probably didn''t want re''s engagement party


    to be postponed any further.


    "Okay," Franklin nodded. "Let''s go to the hospital."


    The car sped down the road and an hourter pulled into Lilypad General Hospital parking lot.


    After Jasper parked his car, Franklin got out with Sylvia and they walked directly towards inpatient


    building.


    It was almost dusk now, with sunlight casting long shadows over them as they walked inside.


    In Giancarlo''s ward, he coughed lightly before looking outside at sunset. "The sunset is infinitely


    beautiful but it''s nearing dusk just like our age."


    "What are you sighing about when there isn''t anything wrong?" Jasmine gave him an unkind nce.


    "Weren''t you still refusing to grow old not too long ago? What''s this autumn mncholy now?"


    "I''ve lived for so many years; can''t I asionally reflect on my life?" Giancarlo wasn''t angry even


    though Jasmine scolded him twice; instead he smiled while saying. "I just feel like I''ve lived for so


    long yet haven''t aplished much in life."


    "What else do you want besides aplishments? You''ve already contributed enough to our


    country and society while fulfilling your responsibilities except..." Jasmine suddenly stopped talking


    without continuing further.


    As husband-and-wife for many years, Giancarlo naturally knew what she wanted to say but picked


    up a teacup from beside his bed instead before taking a sip of water nonchntly. "Isn''t Sylvia our


    child? She inherited Hipps family''s high IQ genes perfectly but unfortunately we weren''t by her side


    during enlightenment... otherwise... she could definitely inherit our mantle or rather surpass us."


    "How about... we share the things we''ve been researching with Sylvia?" Jasmine pursed her lips


    and said, "I don''t think there''s anyone more suitable than her."


    "What things?" Just then, re''s voice suddenly came from the doorway. Jasmine looked at him


    nervously and said, "It''s nothing. It''s just something your uncle and I have been researching that


    you wouldn''t understand. Maybe Sylvia will understand some of it."


    "Why so mysterious?" re put dinner on the table and opened the lunch box. "How was your


    uncle today? Is he feeling any better?"


    "It''s not easy being in the hospital!" Giancarlo still smiled, "Let me see what we''re having for


    dinner?"


    He took a deep sniff, "Smells amazing!"


    Jasmine alsoughed, "You act like you''ve never eaten before. You''re so greedy!"