Chapter 148 Who Doesn’t Have a Connection?
“When could you come to Nemmington? I bought you a house there, you could live there while studying in the future.”
The hotel manager, who was serving food to the two, unconsciously looked at Myrna’s face upon hearing the words.
This girl was quite pretty, could it be that the two of them were in that kind of relationship?
The age difference was too big, wasn’t it?
However, anything was indeed possible with Lawrence’s identity.
After all, Lawrence was the head of the state police department, even more powerful than the mayor.
This would have been considered a high–ranking official in ancient times.
Myrna poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, “No need, I have a house in Nemmington.”
Denise bought it for her.
There were about a dozen sets, big and small.
There was a high–rise with a ring, and a detached villa area near Coil Park. It seemed that a commercial house was also purchased in her name on Twilight Road.
“Did you have a house in Nemmington?”
Lawrence was quite surprised, he didn’t expect her to have a house in
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Nemmington. On second thought, Myrna was a skilled doctor, and there were many people who sought her help. There were people who gave her cars and houses, there were always people who could afford
it.
He didn’t think much about it and instead said, “It’s okay, what you have is yours. The set I bought for you is just a small token of my affection. If you have time, go live in it. If not, it’s fine. It’s there, and when you grow up, if you want to sell it and buy a bigger one, that’s fine too.”
The bass had just come up.
The two chatted again for a while.
Lawrence finally remembered, “Right, how did you find the time to have dinner with me this time?”
In the past, he came to Melcester to invite her out for a meal, but the young girl was always very busy and often stood him up.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to ask him out for a meal.
He was quite curious about how the little girl had asked him out.
“I have a favor to ask you,” Myrna recounted Abbey’s situation and also mentioned the involvement of the Herring family, her brows slightly furrowed as she said, “They are pulling strings to get someone released.”
Lawrence listened for a long time, finally understanding. He casually said, “So that’s what it is. Don’t worry, leave it to me. That girl has already broken the law. A few words of public opinion can’t change that fact. I promise to give your friend an explanation.”
Myrna knew his identity, if he stepped forward, this matter would not
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be reversed again.
She couldn’t help but let go, unwilling to owe anyone any favors She took out a small bottle from the bag she brought and handed it to him
“This was a thank you gift.”
Lawrence knew she could make a kind of small pill that sold very well on the black market, and many people couldn’t necessarily buy it even if they were willing to spend a fortune.
He took a quick glance and there were at least seven or eight in the bottle.
This girl treated this thing as candy.
Gave so much to myself..
He didn’t take it, returning the item to Myrna, his gaze seemingly looking through her to someone else. “You remind me of an old acquaintance. That girl had the same personality as you, never owing anyone any favors, but ended up with everyone owing her. If she were still alive…”
If she were still alive, my daughter would be about the same age as this little girl.
What a pity…
“I didn’t want your gift of gratitude. If you really wanted to thank me sparing some time to have a meal with this old man in the future would have been more than enough for me.
No matter how Myrna offered it to him, he refused to accept it. She had no choice but to take the bottle back. Her fair face was quite serious: “…as long as I have time.”
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She didn’t make promises lightly, but once she did, she would definitely keep it in mind and try her best to fulfill it.
“Alright, I’ll wait until you have time to meet.” Lawrence,
understanding her temperament, immediately felt cheerful. He persistently asked the hotel manager to serve her more food, urging her
to eat more.
They kept saying she had lost weight and needed to eat more, that girls shouldn’t be too thin, and so on.
After finishing a meal, Lawrence, indeed getting on in years, felt exhausted after just a few moments of conversation with her and returned to his hotel room to rest.
Myrna checked the time, it was half past eight.
The little one should have come.
She sent a message to the little ones, telling them that she was ready to
come out.
Casually holding his own things, he left the restaurant and went downstairs.