Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 969: 276: A clown who deliberately imitates, playing the fool like Dongshi! _6

What's the point in Delia doing this?

To tease her on purpose?

Dolores saw Delia and Noah Reed off downstairs.

Rachel Barton stood by the window, squinting at the fading figures of the pair getting into the car.

She hadn't expected Delia to be this cutthroat.

It's really true that actors are ruthless and children are ungrateful!

Rachel twisted her fingers.

After a while, Dolores returned home, "Rachel, you're not going back to school tonight, are you? We have a lot of leftovers. I can't finish them with just the kids."

Leftovers?

Rachel was already very angry, and this comment made her even angrier.

Was she meant to eat leftovers by nature?

The leftovers from Delia and Noah's meal, why should she eat them?

Dolores never thought that her casual remark could infuriate Rachel this much, thus she continued, "I'll warm up the food for dinner, and you can go back tomorrow."

"I have something on at school today, so I should get going!" After finishing her sentence, she picked up her bag, which was set aside, and walked out.

She couldn't stand a minute longer in this cold family without warmth!

Dolores felt a bit dazed. This kid, just up and left!

On the way back.

Rachel clenched her fist.

Just wait!

Since Delia was giving her a hard time, she would definitely retaliate.

Although Noah knew about Delia being a social escort in the past, his parents must not know.

Being parents themselves.

No one would accept a daughter-in-law with such a dark history.

Especially for a big family like the Price Family.

Thinking of this.

Rachel squinted her eyes.

Just then, a bright light shone over her from behind.

Rachel turned to look and saw a black car driving towards her.

Soon, the car pulled up beside her.

The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

"Rachel!"

"Flora!" Rachel smiled at her, with disbelief and a touch of excitement in her eyes.

But her excitement was not because of seeing Flora. It was because of Mr. White who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Through the window, she could barely see Mr. White's face.

Blurry.

And somewhat mysterious.

Rachel's heart pounded even faster.

Flora opened the car door, "Rachel, where are you heading? I'll have my uncle drop you off."

Rachel sheepishly responded, "Would that be too much trouble for your uncle?"

"Not at all." Flora said: "Hop in."

"Thank you." Rachel stepped into the car, "I'm going back to school."

Flora also sat in the backseat.

Rachel looked at Mr. White in the front seat, "Uncle, you're too kind."

"It's on the way." Mr. White's voice was neutral and indifferent.

On the way?

This made Rachel even more excited.

Because she and Mr. White were totally not on the same route.

The reason Mr. White said so probably was to prevent her from feeling bad and guilty.

Rachel knew it.

As long as Viola Thompson wasn't around, Mr. White would definitely pay attention to her.

Also, Rachel was extremely relieved that she was wearing a white coat, boots, and beret today.

Possibly.

What Mr. White liked was not Viola Thompson, but rather her dressing style.

Thus, Rachel felt that her initial decision was very correct.

Flora continued, "Rachel, have you been in touch with Viola recently?"

Upon hearing this, Rachel frowned subtly.

What did Flora mean by this?

Was she hinting at Viola Thompson?

Could it be that the only topic they could talk about was Viola Thompson?

"Viola has been quite busy recently, she's got some issues with an experiment." Rachel replied.

Flora nodded, then said, "Our college is about to have winter break soon. I wonder when Vio is coming back."

Rachel didn't want to continue this topic, but she couldn't let Flora detect anything, so she continued, "Don't worry, Viola told me their school is also about to break."

"Really?" Flora asked.

"Yes."

At this moment, Mr. White, who hadn't spoken until now, interjected.

"Flora, we have hot Milk Tea in the car. You two can help yourselves."

Everyone knew that Mr. White was notoriously stingy, why would he treat them to Milk Tea?

Did he have a crush on her?

Rachel squinted her eyes.

Flora handed a glass of Milk Tea to Rachel, "Thanks Uncle."

Flora shrugged, "Must be someone else's treat, there's no need to thank him."

She knew Mr. White way too well.

Milk Tea, being perishable, could easily cause stomach upset if drunk the following day. Otherwise, Mr. White would never be this generous.

Rachel was speechless. She was thanking Mr. White, how did that affect Flora?

Why was she everywhere?

Flora was just trying to mask the fact that Mr. White liked her.

Because Flora was the last person who wanted her to be with Mr. White.

Rachel sneered inwardly.

Soon, the car pulled up in front of the school.

Rachel exited the car, thanking Mr. White, "Thank you, uncle, for giving me a lift."

"You're welcome, take care on your way back." Mr. White replied.

Rachel nodded, "I will."

A thrill of excitement surged in her heart.

Mr. White was concerned about her.

"Goodbye, uncle. I'll head back first."

Mr. White gave a slight nod.

Rachel turned around and went away.

Mr. White watched her figure retreating, squinting his eyes.

Then Flora said, "Uncle, I feel that Rachel has been getting weirder and weirder! Not only that, but her dress style has also changed."

"Don't you think she's now deliberately imitating someone's dress style?" Mr. White suddenly spoke.

"Who?"

Since the feeling Rachel gave was quite different from Viola, Flora never thought about that.

Only people who observe in detail would link these two together.

"Viola Thompson." Mr. White articulated each word distinctly.

On hearing this, Flora's eyes widened as if she had realized something, "Exactly! The outfit Rachel wore tonight is an exact replica of Vio's usual outfit."

Flora continued, "No wonder I've always felt that Rachel has been acting strange recently."

Now she finally realized why it felt strange.

Because it was a crude imitation.

The following day.

Rachel again attended her part-time job at the supermarket.

However, she had another agenda for coming to work today.

Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

It was Mrs. Price.

She knew it, Mrs. Price would definitely come to the supermarket today.

Because Noah had mentioned yesterday that he would bring Delia home to meet his parents the next day.

Rachel set down the items in her hands and quickly ran after her, "Mrs. Price, wait a moment."

Hearing this, Mrs. Price turned around, "Young lady, are you calling me?"

Mrs. Price was well-maintained, her age barely noticeable. She was quite elegant, obviously a well-educated person.

People like her wouldn't have a bad family background.

Perhaps her family was a scholarly family like Mr. White's parents.

Prestigious families cared the most about honor.

If Mrs. Price knew about Delia's past, would she still agree to let her son Noah be with Delia?

"Yes," Rachel nodded, "Mrs. Price, I have something to tell you. It's about Delia, your son's girlfriend."