Chapter 208: Don’t Ask, It’s Alfi’s Fault
Fortunately, Uncle and the others still didn't know their newly dug-up “cabbage” wouldn't be preserved. If the old man found out, he would probably explode.
“I didn’t even know…,” he felt his tone wasn’t sour, but to outsiders, it sounded downright bitter and resentful. Erick’s vinegar got spilled, and he was really sour about it!
Myrna, originally focused on eating, raised her head at the words, her dark eyes somewhat puzzled. “Hmm? What photo?”
Blake, thinking about the photo constantly, said eagerly, “It’s the photo of you wearing pajamas and holding a doll.”
Oh, Myrna remembered; there was indeed such a thing. But this wasn’t a good memory for her: “I remembered, there was indeed a photo.”
Calvin looked to his side, slightly raising an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, one hand resting on the table's edge, his posture relaxed, and remained silent. The black thin sweater Myrna bought him seemed tailor-made, fitting perfectly on his impressive figure, outlining his smooth lines. So elegant! Captivating!
Chapter 208: Don’t Ask, It’s Alfi’s Fault
Blake gritted his teeth as he watched, wishing he could grab a net and trap him inside. He said to Myrna with a sad and accusing tone, “Mya, why did you only give Mr. Larson your solo photo? I didn’t receive any. If I hadn’t accidentally seen Mr. Larson’s phone screensaver, I wouldn’t have known you took a selfie for him.”
Calvin’s deep-set eyes narrowed, his bloodthirsty gaze slightly squinting, and his thin lips curved slightly. He glanced towards the person about to report him, thinking, “Not bad; the people around me have been getting bolder lately.”
Myrna furrowed her brow, looking slightly surprised, and turned to the man beside her. With a somewhat strange tone, she asked, “Did you set that photo as the screensaver?”
Another person might have panicked, but he remained calm and composed, not even raising an eyebrow. He met Myrna’s gaze and said calmly, “Yes.”
Blake bit his teeth and said, “I knew it, I was right all along.”
Calvin leaned leisurely against the chair’s edge, giving him a sly glance, and explained to Myrna, “Alfi often uses my phone to play games, and he asked to put your photo as the screensaver.”
I see. Myrna felt a little strange at first, that hot and dry feeling almost came up again. But when she heard him say that, she instantly calmed down. She turned her head and said to Blake, “Alfi gave me a gift before, and I took a few pictures for him. If he likes them, it’s no big deal.”
Chapter 208: Don’t Ask, It’s Alf’s Fault
Haha! His chest was about to explode, but unfortunately, he met his sister’s calm and indifferent eyes. He had a lot to say but couldn’t utter a single word. He could tell Myrna that Mr. Larson was engaged to her, that son of a bitch had malicious intentions; he was just a hypocritical wolf in sheep’s clothing. Alfi was nothing more than a tool he used to deceive you.
Nemmington was a place of intrigue, and the Larson family was among the top elite. Countless socialites had their eyes on Mr. Larson, and the Payne family, already considered to be climbing high, who knows if this engagement with Mya will actually come to fruition. What if the adults mutually decide to cancel the engagement and he tells Myrna beforehand? In the end, if the engagement falls through, won’t it make them look like they were the ones pursuing it? He couldn’t say a word! Blake was extremely frustrated.
In Rose Heights, Stephanie returned home, in a daze after taking a taxi. Lawson was originally going to give her a ride, but Celia forcefully called her away. She had no choice but to hail a taxi on the side of the road.