My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 70

The last one is me Lorraine froze, "Annette, aren't we having dinner with Solomon the lawyer?"

"It's more crowded, Uncle Veromca's there too."

Annette cocked her head, there was no sun in the evening and the duck-tip hat she wore backwards, standing loose.

Lorraine snorted.

Waynett crossed the road to come to them, "Come on,we are at Ce Bas Monde, Solomon's already here."

Annette nodded lightly, hands in her pockets, and led Lorraine across the road.

Chris suddenly reacted and shouted, "Are you guys going to dinner? I'm going too!"

Waynett gave him a smile and in a slow voice, "The car is full."

Chris waved the taxi that passed by and lifted his chin, "I'll go by taxi."

He pulled the door open and got in, smug as hell.

Waynett gave a glance, his eyes quite disdainful.

Joanne walked to the entrance of the school, only to see Annette and Lorraine getting into a car.

The men in the car were not ordinary people at first glance.

How could Annette know such people? Until now, she doesn't know how Annette got into Shiveport High School.

It took a lot of effort for her uncle to get her in, but with Annette's grades, how could she get in? And with a Lorraine in tow.

She stared fixedly at the SUV as it drove away.

"Elder female cousin, get in ."

The younger male cousin who was a freshman in high school got into the car of Baker and sat down.

Seeing that Joanne had not moved, he shouted.

Joanne withdrew her gaze, smiled and whispered, "Good."

So what if you get in, soon, you'll be fired again.

Ce Bas Monde.

Chris arrived first, called Veromca for the room number and went directly.

After a moment, Annette's group also pushed the door in.

"Annette, Lorraine,"

Solomon greeted them one by one with a smile.

He wondered how Annette knew the Lancaster and was sitting at the same table today.

The girl nodded at him and walked over to sit when Waynett pulled her chair out for her.

Her cool eyes glanced at him and the man's eyebrows were raised, his thin lips slightly curled.

Without saying anything, Annette sat down and took off her hat hanging on the chair, and Waynett sat down next to her.

Ray and Kellen looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment.

If they're not blind, Waynett is trying to be courteous? In the Shiveport, the third elder master of Lancaster have always been the only ones who have been madly forward and backward, how could there be such a thing as pulling out a chair for someone else today? The two men sat down in a daze, did Brother Waynett really like this little girl? The table was full of people who knew each other and there are no polite words.but Ray, dropped a clanger,with his chopsticks in his hands and wrists hanging naturally, "Chris, congratulations, I heard you've improved by one this time." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Chris choked on his rice and coughed.

Veromca sniffed and laughed, "Which one is worse than you at studying, the last one?"

Chris looked at Annette and didn't say anything.

Veromca saw the look the expressions on the face of his son, his smile frozed and lowered her head in silence.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Annette fiddled with the sweet and sour fish in her bowl, picking out a thorn, and raised her eyes, her mouth curving in a wicked way, "The last one is me?"

The girl's fine eyebrows were raised, wild and feral.

No one at the table said anything.

Veromca silently poured Annette a cup of sweet soy milk, "Annette,have some soy milk ."