Chapter 85
Having met Carole and her family, Karen felt completely at ease.
Carole wasn’t the type to be dazzled by dollars.
So Karen didn’t want to keep secrets any longer and she decided to come clean with Anthea.
If Anthea’s families were the type to chase a quick buck, ready to trade Anthea’s happiness for a taste of glory, she would have Anthea’s back!
She’d help Anthea break free from her family ties..
Anthea chuckled, “Mrs. Christensen, you must be kidding. By the way, where do you live? I’ll call an Uber to drop you off.”
Karen held Anthea’s hand, “No need, my chauffeur will pick me up in a bit!”
Anthea paused. She hadn’t taken her earlier comment about wealth seriously. Perhaps, was Karen’s family really loaded?
Karen continued. “Ann, let me tell you, we do own wealth! And my grandson is a real heartthrob! Won’t you give him a chance?”
Mrs. Christensen. I appreciate your kindness, but I’m still young. I just want to focus on my studies.”
Karen replied. “Studying is one thing, dating is another. My grandson was a top–notch student. If you two start dating, he could tutor you and warm you. If you’re ever upset, he could make you happy! It’s a win–win!”
“Your grandson must have plenty of great girls after him.”
“In my eyes, Ann, you’re the best girl out there! No one else is good enough for my grandson!” In truth. Karen sometimes felt Sherman wasn’t quite worthy of Anthea.
Sherman was just wealthy and good–looking, a scholarly type without much else to offer.
Young but so serious, he was always with his nose in a book!
Nearly thirty, he hadn’t even held a girl’s hand.
If Karen didn’t adore Anthea so much, she wouldn’t dream of setting her up with Sherman!
Karen was the best grandmother in Luxphinia!
Blushing at Karen’s praises, Anthea playfully touched her nose, “Well, Mrs. Christensen, dating’s a personal thing. I bet your grandson has his own tastes.”
“What tastes could he have? If he dares have any, I’ll knock his block off!”
Karen, seizing the moment, pressed on, “So, Ann, do you want a husband or not? Just say word, and I’ll deliver him to you.”
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Anthea replied, “…I don’t want.”
Karen corrected her, “Fine, If you need, I’ll send him right over…”
“Okay.” Anthea nodded with a smile.
“Really?” Karen lit up her eyes. Before Anthea could react, Karen extended her pinky finger, “Ann, let’s make a pinky promise.”
Anthea linked her delicate and porcelain–like pinky with Karen’s, a vivid contrast between their hands.
Just then, a modest–looking Maybach pulled up across the street.
Looks like Karen’s family was rolling in dough!
The driver stepped out and respectfully opened the door, “Madam.”
Karen nodded and turned to Anthea, “Ann, my chauffeur’s here. I gotta go.”
“Goodbye, Mrs. Christensen.”
“Goodbye.”
Karen settled into the back seat and turned to the driver, “Baber, is driving tough? Do you get tired?”
Baber blinked, caught slightly off guard.
