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Edward Thompson said as he handed out a strip of hair to Mantou.
Mantou raised his little paw and slapped Edward’s hand with it.
Edward Thompson immediately withdrew his hand.
But it still left a paw mark on his hand.
Edward Thompson took out a small can, “Mantou, do you want to eat some canned food? I specifically asked someone to buy this from abroad, I heard it’s highly praised. Why don’t you give it a try?”
The aroma of the canned food went straight into his nostrils, unavoidable.
Mantou licked his lips and finally took a step forward, slowly eating.
He didn’t want to eat either!
But the enemy’s canned food was just too delicious!
Viola Thompson hadn’t fed Mantou canned food for several days to make him lose weight, and Mantou couldn’t find Terrence Lentz, his foolish benefactor, in Capital City to feed canned food to Mantou.
Mantou ‘ton-ton-ton’ ate, finishing all the canned food in a few bites.
Seeing the little guy enjoying the food so much, Edward Thompson couldn’t help but smile.
Actually, cats are quite cute creatures too!
Edward Thompson couldn’t help but stretch out his hand to pet Mantou.
Just then, Mantou opened his mouth and bit down on his hand.
Thinking about it, he was so angry!
He would not let this grudge go unpunished!
By the time Edward Thompson reacted, he was nowhere to be seen.
This little guy is quite vengeful!
Edward Thompson looked at the bite on his hand, but he wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he felt much lighter and more relaxed.
He felt as if he had shed a burden from his back.
Edward Thompson went upstairs with a smile and disinfected his wound with antiseptic, then went to the hospital by car.
Cats can also carry rabies viruses.
So, he had to go get a vaccine.
Sylvia Thompson was browsing Facebook, watching Mrs. Thompson’s followers grow, and feeling very unwilling in her heart.
She would not allow Viola Thompson to steal her thunder.
At this moment, a message popped up on her WhatsApp.
It was sent by Elizabeth Thompson.
[Good evening, Miss Thompson.]
Seeing this message, Sylvia Thompson couldn’t help but smile slightly, thinking “That’s right”.
She had almost forgotten about Elizabeth Thompson.
As the saying goes, it’s better to offend a gentleman a hundred times than to offend a villain once.
Those troublesome relatives of the Thompson Clan would probably give Viola a hard time.
Just the point of raising her was enough to make netizens disgusted with themselves.
Sylvia Thompson immediately typed a reply:[Good evening, little sister Emma. Actually, I’ve been discussing with my mom recently about inviting Uncle and Auntie to come to Capital City. After all, you have done so much for my sister.]
Seeing Sylvia’s reply, Elizabeth Thompson was even more excited and immediately went to find Olga.
“Mom!” She handed her phone to Olga, “Look, Miss Thompson invited us to Capital City.”
Olga smiled and said, “We raised Viola, they should invite us! When your dad comes back, we’ll all go to Capital City together!”
She was Viola’s adoptive mother, after all.
Without her, there would be no Viola Thompson.
However, Olga had other plans for this trip.
She wanted the Thompson Clan to adopt Elizabeth Thompson as a foster daughter.
What right did someone like Viola have to be the Young Miss Thompson Family?
Just a good-for-nothing from the countryside!
Elizabeth Thompson nodded and began to reply to Sylvia Thompson, [In a few days, my parents and I will definitely come to visit.][Alright, my parents will definitely be happy when they learn about this. Looking forward to little sister Emma and uncle and aunt’s arrival.]
Seeing Sylvia’s reply, Olga sighed: “Young ladies from reputable families are indeed different. Look how sensible Miss Thompson is, while that wild girl is nothing but an ungrateful and vicious person. I raised her with so much care, and she just turns her back on me like that! A real white-eyed wolf!”
The angrier Olga got, the more regretful she became. “If I knew this would happen back then, I should have just killed her! How did she get such a bargain!”
And she even managed to step over Elizabeth and become the Young Miss of the Thompson Clan.
It’s simply bad luck.
Elizabeth comforted her mother, “Mom, don’t be angry, maybe we’ve misunderstood Big Sister.”
Viola’s status is different now, and offending her wouldn’t bring any benefits to them.
With that said, Elizabeth continued, “Mom, once we arrive in Capital City, you can’t be this impulsive. You should be careful and cautious in your speech and actions as a loving mother. You should know what kind of image a loving mother has, right?”
Upon hearing this, Olga looked at Elizabeth and smiled, “Emma is indeed broad-minded. Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Elizabeth nodded, her eyes filled with calculation.
After replying to Elizabeth’s message on WhatsApp, Sylvia prepared to exit WhatsApp when she saw the news of Mr. Bankston meeting with Master J in the research team’s group chat.
Sylvia was pretty excited too.
As a researcher, she was also curious about what kind of person Master J really was, for him to be so revered by Mr. Bankston.
Sylvia sent a message in the group: [Mr. Bankston, will Master J come to our lab when the time comes?]
Mr. Bankston replied: [That will only be confirmed after my meeting with Master J.]
Then Mr. Bankston sent another message: [If Master J comes to our lab, I’ll inform everyone immediately. Master J is someone who values talent, so everyone should perform well. There might be a chance for Master J to accept you as his disciple.]
Seeing this message, Sylvia was thrilled.
Perhaps, joining the KV research lab was only the first step to her success.
Next, she might even be able to have Master J accept her as his disciple.
She was the only female member of the KV research lab, and her ability was top-notch. Normally, she would have the highest probability of being noticed by Master J.
After all, there were very few girls like her.
How many ordinary girls could be as excellent as her?
Mr. Bankston arrived at the agreed-upon meeting place with Master J.
It was a classical tea house.
The atmosphere was great.
Mr. Bankston arrived two hours early.
A waitress immediately came forward, “Hello, do you need anything here?”
Mr. Bankston glanced at the menu, “Do you have any soft pastries suitable for the elderly to eat?”
“Yes,” the waitress nodded, “These pastries on this page are more suitable for children and the elderly.”
The leaders in the biological field were mostly older, as younger people were restless and unable to do experiments. Therefore, Mr. Bankston subconsciously believed that Master J must be an elder.
Maybe even older than himself.
So, it wouldn’t be a mistake to order more elderly and child-friendly pastries.
“I’ll have a closer look. For tea, I’ll have Biluochun,” Mr. Bankston paused and continued, “And another pot of Pu’er.”
In case Master J preferred black tea.
So it’s better to have both prepared.
“Alright,” the waitress nodded, “Please call me if you need anything.”
Soon it was time for the agreed meeting.
Mr. Bankston glanced at his watch and looked up at the door.
At that moment, he saw a man in a Chinese tunic suit and glasses walk in through the entrance. The elderly man looked to be around seventy or eighty years old, with a long beard. It was obvious at a glance that this was no ordinary person.
Mr. Bankston immediately stood up.
Just as he did so, a young girl approached him, “Mr. Jiang, is it?”
Mr. Bankston smiled, “Little girl, who are you looking for?”