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Viola Thompson came from the countryside.
It was already quite impressive for her to learn the piano.
Sylvia Thompson didn’t believe that someone from the countryside could afford to buy her a sports car to practice driving.
As for Reg Thompson and Olga, it was even more impossible!
After all, even Elizabeth Thompson didn’t know how to race cars.
Could a pair of foster parents treat Viola Thompson better than their own biological daughter?
It was absolutely impossible!
Perhaps Viola didn’t even have a driver’s license.
She looked forward to seeing Viola’s embarrassed appearance.
Edward Thompson frowned slightly, then said, “Sylvia, let’s not have our sister participate.”
Viola was clumsy and not like Sylvia. What if she damaged the car?
This car is Edward Thompson’s latest purchase.
That’s why he cherished it so much.
“Don’t worry, little brother,” Sylvia laughed as she looked at Edward Thompson, “I’ll be there. Sister won’t ruin your car. Also, don’t underestimate your sister, she is the young lady of our Thompson Clan. Perhaps, her driving skills are even better than yours!”
The higher the praise, the worse the fall.
She wanted to see Viola make a fool of herself.
As the daughter of the Thompson family, she didn’t know how to race cars, even worse than the adopted daughter. Let’s see how Viola would save her face in the situation.
Upon hearing this, Edward Thompson didn’t know what else to say.
Sylvia was cautious in her actions, and since she said so, she would definitely keep an eye on Viola.
Having said that, Sylvia closed the car door and moved to the passenger seat.
“Is your seat belt fastened?” Viola glanced sideways.
Sylvia looked at Viola, her eyes full of anticipation for a good show.
Viola started the car.
The car slowly began to move.
Watching the sports car crawl like an insect in the garden, Edward Thompson felt embarrassed.
Was she learning to crawl like a turtle?
If she didn’t know how to race, then she shouldn’t have stubbornly insisted on getting in the car.
What a joke she had made!
Edward Thompson turned to Mr. White and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Sir White, for making you watch such a farce.”
Regardless, Viola was his sister and the young lady of the Thompson Family.
If Viola was , not only would she lose face but also him and the Thompson Family.
Mr. White held the Ganoderma bracelet in his hand, his expression indifferent, and said, “Your sister seems to be familiarizing herself with the car’s performance.”
It was evident that she hadn’t touched a car for a long time.
Hearing this, Edward Thompson said incredulously, “Sir White, you can’t seriously think she knows how to race cars, can you?”
If Viola knew how to race cars, then pigs might as well climb trees.
“I’m not afraid to tell you, but my sister just returned from the countryside. Most of the rumors you’ve heard outside are true,” said Edward Thompson, lowering his voice.
He didn’t want Mr. White’s attention to be taken away by Viola.
After all, compared to Viola, Sylvia was much more deserving of Mr. White’s attention.
If it weren’t for the purpose of bringing Sylvia and Mr. White together, Edward Thompson wouldn’t have driven his beloved car out, nor would he have allowed Sylvia to showcase her driving skills in front of everyone.
He wanted Mr. White to realize that Sylvia was a one-of-a-kind Sylvia Thompson.
Mr. White caressed the Ganoderma bracelet and said lightly, “You are still as impatient as ever.”
Edward Thompson didn’t know how to explain to Mr. White.
With Viola’s turtle-like crawling on display, Mr. White could more intuitively see who was superior.
In this family, Sylvia was more entitled to the title of young lady.
Edward Thompson smiled and said, “Sir White, actions speak louder than words. Just watch.”
Mr. White didn’t say anything and picked up his teacup, taking a sip of green tea.
The first taste was a little astringent, but it was soon replaced by a refreshing sweetness.
Meanwhile, in the sports car.
Sylvia looked at Viola and said gently, “Sister, don’t be afraid, I’m here! I’ll help you watch, and then the handbrake of the sports car is here, here is…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Viola slammed on the accelerator, and the car shot out.
The entire movement was as smooth as flowing water.
Sylvia almost couldn’t react. Because the car was moving so fast, her body was leaning to the side due to inertia.
Sylvia stared at Viola, her face full of shock.
Viola could actually race cars!
And her skills were so good.
The car sped along the road.
Edward Thompson’s eyes widened, thinking he was seeing an illusion.
Had Sylvia taken over the driving?
The Thompson parents beside him were also surprised.
Edward Thompson couldn’t believe that Viola’s driving skills were this good. He laughed and said, “It must be Sylvia who has taken over to guide our sister.”