NOVPUBChapter 1186: 537 Picking Flowers (second update)_1 Chapter 1186: 537 Picking Flowers (second update)_1 “Brother Curve, I finally have a chance to talk with you.” Stella White said excitedly as she stood in front of Anton Cook, eyes filled with hope.
“I heard that your contract with the company has expired, and you chose not to renew it.
Are you thinking about setting up your own studio?
That could be nice, there is more freedom.
I also want to be a part of your studio…
I wonder if there’s a chance for that.”
“Ah~.” Just as she finished speaking, Stella screamed, clutching her neck and turning around in anger.
Not far away, Sheila Cook was holding a freshly made snowball, about to throw it towards them.
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She froze, caught red-handed but not at all embarrassed.
She smiled, “Oops, sorry sister, I meant to hit my uncle, but I accidentally hit you, are you alright?”
Nimbly, she wedged herself between Anton and Stella, standing in front of Anton, looked up at Stella and waved the large snowball in her hand.
This action made Stella instinctively step back, feeling the ice-cold chill on her neck.
A bit of snow fell into her sweater, the chill invading her lungs.
Stella fuming, knowing this girl did it on purpose.
But she is Anton Cook’s niece, Cello Cook’s daughter.
Stella didn’t dare to offend her, for now, swallowing her pride.
Stella forced a smile.
“No problem, I believe you didn’t do it on purpose.”
Anton reached out and rubbed Sheila’s head, “Be careful not to freeze your hands.”
He wasn’t blaming Sheila for her rudeness at all.
Ms.
Aria took off her own gloves, squatting down to help Sheila put them on, “Little Sheila, you should wear gloves while playing with snow, otherwise your tender hands will freeze, and that will hurt.”
Sheila giggled, “Ms.
Aria, you’re so nice.
Do you also like my uncle?”
Anton furrowed his brows, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Stella’s face stiffened, she shot a glance at Ms.
Aria.
Could it be that Ms.
Aria…?
Ms.
Aria paused her movements, quickly brushing it off with, “Sheila, why would you ask that?”
Anton said coldly, “Ms.
Aria, don’t take Sheila’s words to heart.
She’s just a child; she doesn’t mean what she says.”
Ms.
Aria shook her head with a smile, “It’s okay, I won’t take it to heart.”
“Oh, such a lively scene we have here.” Isaac White walked over with crossed arms, patting Sheila’s head, “My little niece is getting taller.”
Sheila pouted, glared at Isaac White resentfully, “Don’t touch my head, it might stunt my growth.”
“Don’t worry, with your family’s genes, unless there’s a sudden mutation in your generation, I’m afraid you’ll grow too tall to find a suitable match.”
“It’s you who will have a hard time finding a mate.” Sheila was always quick to retort.
Isaac White rubbed his nose, “Alright then, I will take your word for it.” After all, he never considered getting married in his life.
“Big Brother.” Stella dutifully greeted.
Issac White acknowledged with a nonchalant nod.
Edric Lewis ran over, panting, “Brother Anton, Brother Isaac.”
When one playboy meets another, fun is guaranteed.
“I heard you nearly had a car accident a few days ago?” Isaac squinted at Edric Lewis, whose rosy lips and white teeth radiated vigor and vivacity, looking nothing like someone who’d been in an accident.
“Don’t mention it, a wicked woman almost killed me.
I’ll teach her a lesson today.” Edric gritted his teeth.
Ms.
Aria, surprised, asked, “She’s here too?”
Edric huffed, “Birds of a feather flock together.”
Isaac White burst into laughter, “You actually know how to use idioms.”
“You underestimate me, Brother Isaac.
I not only know idioms, I also know martial arts.” Edric pounded his chest.
Ms.
Aria knitted her brows at Edric.
What did he mean by that?
Does the person who hit him with a car have something to do with the Aria family?
Thinking about the guests who came today, only Brenda Lopez seemed to fit the description.
At that moment, a servant came over with a tray, bringing a plate of fruit and pastries to the stone table in the forest.
Anton looked up unintentionally and saw a familiar figure.
He stood in a daze for a moment.
Immediately he laughed and shook his head.
Was he lovesick?
He was seeing Aubree Groove in everyone.
“It’s quite cold outside and we have some time before dinner, why don’t we play cards inside where it’s warm?” Ms.
Aria suggested.
Isaac White’s eyes lit up, “Sounds good.
But we need to play for money, otherwise, it’s no fun.”
Stella raised her hand, “I don’t mind.”
Anton responded indifferently, “I’m not interested…”
Without a second thought, Isaac White dragged him away, “I don’t care, you’re playing with me today.
I intend to make you lose till you’re penniless.”
