บททั้งหมดของ Doting on the Greenhorn: บทที่ 451 - บทที่ 460

"Ms. Sutton, we are from the auction house. Since Mr. Elkin and you didn't go to the auction house yesterday, he asked us to bring the available lots here to let you choose so they won't be purchased by someone else. I can introduce to you anything that catches your eyes," the middle-aged man explained with a smile.Heather was surprised. "You're letting me choose? Isn't this a little too ludicrous?"Tyrone held her waist and raised his eyebrow, saying in an indifferent tone, "No need to budget for me."Everything on the table were antiques that were supposed to be on auction yesterday.Caleb was standing nearby with a checkbook ready.He once again learned something new from his boss about how to love his woman. Who else could make his lover pick and choose antiques like something from a flea market?Not to mention that the company had set up a work department just on collecting information on ancient architecture. There was no limit to how much Tyrone was spoiling Heather.Hea

Heather followed her inside and looked around the large garden. "Since when have you moved here?""Mr. Thomas and the family moved here about a month ago. I heard from Mrs. Macey that the household had spent about ten million dollars on this villa. There's so much funds available to the household," the head maid said fawningly.They moved here about a month ago but she had only received the address today.The villa was far larger than the one they owned before, and the renovation was much more luxurious as well.The head maid said Thomas was still in his study. Once inside the living room, she then led Heather to the second floor. They were just walking around the corner when they encountered Whitney, who was heading down."Hattie?"Whitney's expression was one of shock when she saw Heather, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled, as if she was happy and excited. She quickly walked toward her and held Heather by her arm."Are you here to see me, Hattie?"Whitney hadn

Thomas' subtle probing extinguished the flicker of hope Heather had for any genuine family connection.But hearing Tyrone's voice filled her heart with warmth. Suddenly, the cold seemed to disappear. Tyrone's primary goal had always been making money, yet now he was telling her she mattered more than that. The thought that someone found her important was a wonderful feeling. "Why did you call?" Tyrone's deep voice came through the phone. Heather pressed her lips together before answering him. "Tyrone, I forgot to mention something earlier. I overheard Greg talking with someone from a big financial group. Maybe you should look into it." "Alright." "Don't let him win." "You called just to tell me that?" Tyrone chuckled softly, unconcerned. "Don't worry. I won't go bankrupt, and I'll make sure you're never short on money." Heather bit her lip. "Tyrone, I miss you." There was a brief silence before his quiet response. "Alright." Heather wasn't sure what else to say.

Fernando remained silent. Heather glanced around, then supported herself and rose to her feet. "Let me help you find your parents." Given his condition, Fernando always needed someone to watch over him. "It's been so long, how have you been, Hattie?" Fernando grinned, his words slow and his tone distinctly different from others. Heather smiled warmly. "I've been well, thank you. And you?"Her face softened with her gentle smile, and her bright eyes sparkled like stars. The hem of her elegant white gown fluttered in the night breeze, making her look ethereal, like a goddess beneath the moonlight.Fernando's heart raced as he watched her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, colorful box and handed it to her. "For me?" Heather asked, surprised. "Yeah." "Thank you," Heather said, taking the box. "Open it!" Fernando urged, his face lighting up with excitement.Heather smiled again and opened the box. Inside were a few brightly colored candies, and her lips cu

Tyrone made no mention of Fernando's attempt to assault Heather, sparing her reputation. Still, the onlookers weren't oblivious. They noticed Heather was wearing a man's suit jacket, and the color matched Tyrone's slacks perfectly—it was clearly his. But everyone knew Heather was dating Greg, the second son of the Elkin family. Thoughts began to stir among the crowd. It was becoming obvious that the illegitimate daughter of the Snyder family wasn't just involved with Greg, but also had some kind of close relationship with Tyrone, the third son of the Elkins. With ties like this, the Snyder family was bound to rise in status. To those watching, aligning with the Snyders now appeared to be a smart move. Fernando's parents' face turned pale. They hadn't expected Fernando to offend Tyrone and were too shocked to speak. Meanwhile, Thomas couldn't hide his satisfaction. "Mr. Elkin, I apologize for not welcoming you properly. We didn't expect you to grace us with your presence.