Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau

Chapter 229: Chapter 130: There Are Many Kinds of Wealthiest

Lawrence Winters was having fun on a forum when Kenneth Osborne sent her a WeChat message.

[Kenneth]: Nora, what are you doing?

Lawrence Winters switched from Weibo, yawned, and replied: Planning to sleep.

Then she remembered that tomorrow she and her roommates were going out for a farewell dinner. Everyone was paying together, and she needed to invite a friend, or she’d be at a loss.

[Nora]: Kenneth, tomorrow our dorm is going out for dinner, you should come too! If you don’t, I’ll be at a loss!

[Kenneth]: ...What will you lose if I don’t go?

[Nora]: They’re all pairing up, if you don’t come, I’ll be by myself, won’t I lose?

[Kenneth]: Just eat more, Nora! You’re worth three people!

[Nora]: ...Who’s the third person?

[Kenneth]: ...Ignore the details, mischievous grin.JPG.

Seeing Kenneth Osborne rarely use such a mischievous emoji, Lawrence Winters laughed too, and directly replied: I’m sleepy, going to bed. Dinner tomorrow at seven, see you there.

After saying that, she put the phone aside, turned off the bedside lamp, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, she was packing up with her roommates, getting ready to wrap everything up and leave after dinner, each heading their separate ways in the morning.

In the afternoon, Molly Zimmerman unexpectedly returned.

She wore large sunglasses covering half her face and arrived in a Rolls-Royce Phantom, directly reaching the female dormitory area of Yanda.

As she got out of the car, she drew quite a few curious looks.

Students aren’t very knowledgeable about what tier a Rolls-Royce Phantom belongs to, but anyone with curiosity could find out online.

”Whoa! It’s a car worth over ten million!”

”Has Molly’s family hit the jackpot?”

”Her family was already the wealthiest in Central South Province, having such a car isn’t surprising, right?”

”Yeah, but there are many types of the wealthiest, those from an inland province like Central South are like the wealthiest of a county-level coastal city, how rich can they be?”

”Plus, online sources say you must have a driver to drive such a car. Without a driver, others might think you’re the chauffeur.”

As Molly Zimmerman walked by, hearing them talk, she didn’t feel discomfort but instead found it funny and proud.

This was her starting point, which those students could never reach even after a lifetime of effort.

She patted her own belly, feeling even more delighted.

Justus Spencer’s wife wasn’t pregnant yet, but she was. Even if she doesn’t marry, she’d be Justus’s second wife, just like her aunt, no, more formidable than her aunt.

Her aunt only gave birth to daughters, while what she’s expecting, they say, is a boy.

Back in her dorm, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity when pushing the door open.

She lived there for three and a half years and had only been gone for less than half a year but felt completely out of place now.

The place was so cramped, with narrow beds, how did she live there for three and a half years?

Lawrence Winters and her roommates heard the door open, stopped what they were doing, and looked up.

Seeing Molly Zimmerman walk in, Lawrence Winters raised an eyebrow.

One roommate pretended she didn’t see Molly and continued packing her things.

Only one roommate awkwardly said ”Hey.”

Molly Zimmerman nodded at her and smiled, saying, ”Hey there, didn’t expect to see you again. Have you found a job?”

The roommate casually replied, ”I have.”

She didn’t specify where, which indicated she was uninterested in discussing further.

Molly Zimmerman, however, persisted, curiously sitting down and asking, ”Where did you find a job? Tell me, so I can support your business in the future.”

Meanwhile, she instructed two middle-aged women who followed her, saying, ”This is my bed and wardrobe, and also the desk. Pack everything up and throw it away.”

Then, looking at the roommate again, she continued to ask, ”Really found a job? If you’re not satisfied, I can help you get into the Spencer Group.”

That’s when the roommate reluctantly said, ”I’m going to be the editor-in-chief at a newly established local New Media department in the Capital City. I probably won’t need Spencer Group’s business support.”

Upon hearing this was a good position, Molly Zimmerman toned down a bit and replied with a smile, ”Oh, what a pity, I’ll be stationed in the Southern Region permanently, and we’ll have fewer opportunities to meet for meals.”

Then she asked another roommate, ”What about you? By the way, are you still aiming to marry into a wealthy family? If you want, I know a few promising sons from prominent families I could introduce you to?”