As Lilly soared through the air, carrying Lawrence with her, his heart swelled with exhilaration. It felt like riding a roller coaster in his younger days—a thrilling and exciting sensation.
When the wheelchair finally came to a stop, Lawrence’s heart continued to pound, but he felt considerably better overall.
“Thank you, young lady!” Lawrence happily patted Lilly’s hand.
Just then, David caught up, panting with his hands on his knees. “How did you both run so fast…”
Lilly pointed to the remote control in her hand. “Just press this button, and it’s good to go.”
David hesitated. “Uh…”
It turned out the wheelchair had malfunctioned and needed to be replaced. David immediately contacted someone to bring a new wheelchair.
Frowning and pouting, Lawrence said, “No need to change it; I think it’s just fine.”
David disagreed, still shaken by the previous experience. What if something happened with a wheelchair that fasts in the future?
Lilly opened her mouth as if to say something but ended up lightly touching her nose instead.
Gilbert noticed her guilty expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Before long, a new wheelchair arrived, accompanied by a woman in her mid-twenties.
“Mr. Lambert!” she exclaimed upon seeing Lawrence and hurriedly approached him.
It was Lawrence’s talented protégé, Violet—a renowned Impressionist painter who had already gained international acclaim at such a young age.
Lawrence hadn’t seen her in a while and was pleased to see her. “Violet, come here. This is your junior, Lilly.”
Violet was familiar with Lilly. Three years ago, Lawrence had taken in the young Miss from the Crawford family as his closed-door disciple, causing quite a stir.
However, soon after, Lawrence had to leave to seek treatment, and he didn’t bring Lilly with him, so not many people in their circle knew about her.
Violet had once secretly approached Anthony, claiming to take Lilly under her wing as Senior.
But Anthony had rejected her proposition.
Violet had been resentful about it ever since…
So, upon seeing Lilly, she put on a gentle expression and said, “So, you’re Lilly. I haven’t had a chance to meet you, but from now on, I’ll take care of you.”
Lilly felt somewhat uncomfortable, but Violet’s words didn’t seem to have any obvious flaws. Surely, no one would think anything was amiss.
Lawrence said, “Lilly, this is my first disciple, a talented one indeed. She’s your senior, Violet Yarbrough.”
Yarbrough? For some reason, Lilly inexplicably thought of Yash.
Being polite, the little girl awkwardly said, “Hello, Auntie Violet.”
Violet’s smile froze for a moment; being called “Auntie” didn’t sound good at all.
Other kids called her “sister.”
But since Lilly seemed shy, Violet smiled, didn’t say anything, and simply asked, “Mr. Lambert, you won’t be going out this time, right?”
“This is Dr. Gilbert, right? I’ll be relying on you for Mr. Lambert from now on.”
Violet alternated between being gentle and a little mischievous, looking at Gilbert with soft eyes.
Gilbert calmly replied, “It’s not a trouble at all, it’s my duty.”
Glancing at his watch, he said, “Mr. Lambert, let’s go inside for now. My older brother will probably be a little late.”
Lawrence nodded.
Upon hearing this, a barely noticeable gleam of excitement appeared in Violet’s eyes.
Anthony was coming too!
She had guessed right!
Coincidentally, she had overheard David mentioning the need to replace the wheelchair, so she impulsively decided to come and see.
It was all destiny!
Violet was not only an internationally renowned artist but also a talented woman admired by everyone in the industry. She was beautiful herself, and her family background was good too.
Some had joked that no one was worthy of her, except for Mr. Anthony of Crawford Holdings.
Violet had been following Anthony for a long time, devoting three years to him in pure chastity…
Violet followed them into the private room.
During casual conversations, she frequently glanced toward the entrance, her heart filled with joy, eagerly waiting for Anthony’s arrival.
Lilly found it even stranger. She felt an inexplicable unease, but after all, Violet was her senior, so she couldn’t judge her with ill intentions.
After pondering for a while, Lilly summoned Harem Spirit and quietly asked, “Harem, do you feel that something’s off about this person?”
With just a glance, Harem Spirit cut in. “A little slut…”
She was promptly glared at by Pablo.
Harem Spirit quickly wagged her mouth. “Roasted meat tastes good! Will we have that dish today?”
Lilly was speechless. “Harem, when did you become so greedy?”
Harem Spirit grinned mischievously and then got back on track. “Nothing much. This girl here, she’s clearly… infatuated! She must be waiting for your Uncle Anthony.”
Lilly looked puzzled. “Waiting for my Uncle Anthony? Why?”
Harem Spirit sneered, crossing her arms. “Probably has her sights set on your Uncle Anthony!”
Lilly finally understood what was amiss.
But Uncle Anthony already had Aunt Lisa. Wasn’t Violet afraid of being chased away by Aunt Lisa?
As she pondered, a tall and elegant figure appeared at the door. Anthony was wearing a bespoke white shirt, his tailored trousers perfectly outlining his long and handsome legs.
Violet’s eyes immediately brightened, and she stood up first, smiling as she nodded. “Mr. Anthony, we meet again.”
