The Gorgeous Substitute Wife of Mr. President

After the lunch, the old man asked to someone to pick Evelyn up and they went to visit his friends.

The car did not stop until it arrived a teahouse on the old street. Evelyn supported the old Mr. Hawk with her hands instantly to get out of the car. The old Mr. Hawk smiled when he saw Evelyn was nervous," I'm no porcelains and not that precious."

But it could be told that he liked the eager acts of the inferiors from his expression.

Evelyn pressed her lips coquettishly, "Of course grandpa is precious. You are the august big parent of the Hawks."

"You girl are really good at apple-polishing."

The old Mr. Hawk was amused. He held Evelyn's arm and walked to the inside of the teahouse. He said," Mr. Wilson must be waiting for long this time."

The teahouse was no big but antique flavored. It was decorated by classic fitments and they were very tasteful.

A good smell of tea breezed in their noses when they just got in. It was fluttered in the teahouse and amused people.

"Mr. Hawk!"

A greeting was heard when Evelyn and Mr. Hawk walked in. The manager was waiting for them specially at the door. Mr. Hawk was obvious a frequenter of there.

Mr. Hawk nodded," Was Mr. Wilson already here?"

The manager nodded,: Mr. Wilson has been here for a while. He's in room no.1. He asked me to wait you here specially." "Hah hah, Wilson is still very thoughtful."

Mr. Hawk laughed," I don't really need the guide."

As he was saying, he led Evelyn to the second floor.

The manager was surprised and he glanced at Evelyn.

They knew the identity of Mr. Hawk. He was greatly famous in Jingdu city. No one did not know him.

However, they never seen Mr. Hawk bringing someone here, but he brought a young pretty girl this time and they seemed close.

The manager could not helping looking up to Evelyn.

The second floor was the VIPs area and it was very quiet. There were only few waitresses in white socks serving in silence.

They guided them to the room with a debonair face when they saw Mr. Hawk and Evelyn came up.

They saw a white haired but spirited old man was waiting there when they got in the room. He was playing a small dark-red enameled pottery in his hands.

The room was covered by the smell of tea. People felt relaxed when they smelled the faint scent.

"Finally you arrived."

The old man raised up since he saw Mr. Hawk walking in.

Two old friends exchanged pleasantries and it could be known that they tasted the tea and talked a lot usually.

"Let me introduce to you, the wife of my grandson, Nora Davis."

Mr. Hawk introduced Evelyn to Mr. Wilson after they had a little talk.

"Grandpa Wilson!" Evelyn greeted cleverly.

Then Mr. Wilson turned to look at this girl preciously. Her face was clean and pretty. The watery eyes were clear as limpid stream. Her dress was simple and appropriate. She was a good child.

He could not help nodding and smiled," Mr. Hawk, your vision was really good on picking the wife for your grandson."

It could be told that he was satisfying with this child.

Between the conversations, the waiters brought pieces for both of them. The vicissitudes of black and white pieces were acting on the board.

Two old men were playing the go-chess slowly. They seemed to put every piece on the appropriate place.

By their age, they had seen all the sails.

They won't fight for the benefit at the moment and they won't as radical as young people.

Evelyn supported her jaw and looked around on the board. She knew nothing about that and she was bored since she had watched it for a long time.

But she was clever. She stayed in silence and did not bother them.

Also, Mr. Hawk brought her out to let her be relieved. She could not bear to down Mr. Hawk's kindness.

Mr. Hawk was afraid that young girl like her would be board watching the go-chess here so he suggested," "Girl, it was old town around here. You can go hang around. It's distinctive here. We old men may would not finish in a short time." "Right, go to have fun, Nora girl. Don't stay with us since the chance is precious."

Mr. Wilson supported," We could never be settled when we were young."

"Definitely! Young people should exercise more and be energetic or what they going to do when they are old?"Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Mr. Hawk put down a white piece and took off a black one then said," My piece ate yours, Nora girl, go quickly."

Evelyn smiled and raised up," I'm going to hang around then. I will be back later and bring you some cakes." "Hah hah, the girl remembers taking care of us."

Mr. Hawk laughed ceaselessly," It will not be late to buy when you hang around enough. Take your time."

Evelyn nodded," Got it, grandpa."

She went down stairs with the guide of the waiter as she was saying. She changed her shoes then walked out of the teahouse.

The street was prosperous, full of crowds. People were walking through or hanging around on the streets.

There were some big shopping malls near there. Evelyn got into the nearest one. She felt bored more as she was hanging around. She found a place to have a rest at the outdoor cafe on the top floor. "May I help you, Miss."

"A cup of Cappuccino, please." Evelyn answered to the waiter optionally then she saw a shadow approaching her.

She raised her head and looked towards the shadow. She saw a tall slim man standing in front of her and he was looking at her with a smile.

"Hello, may I bother you for a moment?"

Evelyn was surprised. She did not know the man in front of her obviously.

"May I help you?"

Evelyn hesitated then asked.

The man said," You must be Miss. Nora Davis, aren't you?"

Was he someone who knows Nora?

Evelyn searched the document John gave her carefully in her mind and it seemed he was not in it.

She was not sure and said," Do we know each other?"

"Not at all. My apology. It was me to be brusque!"

As he was saying, he took out a black golden name card and gave it to Evelyn," My name's Clyde Lowell. I'm the president of the Lowell Group that concentrating on custom designing." Evelyn was surprised and reached out her hand to take that name card

She heard about the Lowell family.

The Lowell family could be said the first generation of the custom designing industry.

"May I help you, Mr. Lowell?"

Clyde smiled and took a seat opposite her.

"Miss. Davis seems very cautious." He had a pause and said," Actually, I meant no harm on you. I just want to hire you as a designer in our company."