Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

14 014: Though the person is gone, the faith remains unextinguished!
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Olga is Viola Thompson’s adoptive mother, the one who had taken Viola from the orphanage and painstakingly raised her.

Yet now, Viola not only neglects to repay such kind deeds, but actually treats Olga as an enemy.

An illegitimate child is just that, no matter how well you treat her, she never truly tames.

Olga feels deeply upset at this moment.

“Let it go, don’t stoop to her level,” Elizabeth Thompson sighed, “Besides, I am also in the wrong here.”

“What wrong have you done! The blame lies entirely on that illegitimate brat!” Olga turned to look at Elizabeth, “Emma, you must never let that illegitimate child wrong you! She doesn’t even come close to a hair on your head!”

Olga’s greatest comfort now is having such an outstanding daughter like Elizabeth Thompson.

If she only had her adopted daughter Viola, then she would have nothing to look forward to in her life!

**

Upstairs.

Viola Thompson sat at her desk, the desk lamp was on, and the phone she had just bought earlier that day was now disassembled into countless little pieces. Various components were piled together, such a sight might even perturb a professional.

Some of these components were original, while others were procured from second-hand markets in the afternoon.

After buying the phone, she was left with practically nothing, and could only resort to second-hand markets. Fortunately, good items could also be found there.

Viola lowered her eyebrows slightly with a serious look in her eyes, slowly assembling the various components. Under the glow of the desk lamp, her already fair fingers gleamed even whiter, slender and delicate as jade, so beautiful that it took one’s breath away.

In no time, the scattered components were assembled into a complete phone.

Viola pressed the power button.

Ding——

The phone turned on.

After the modification, this phone looked no different from normal ones on the surface, but once used, one would realize it is more than ten times faster than an ordinary phone.

Viola downloaded a financial app from the app store and registered a new account on it.

A very simple account name.

SH.

Then, Viola transferred the last 120 dollars from her bank account into a very unassuming fund.

At this moment, a piece of news popped up on the webpage.

Viola clicked on it, immediately drawn by the banner headline on the news homepage.

*Mysterious Financial Tycoon, Miss Thompson, Unexpectedly Passes Away*

Upon opening the news, there was first a brief introduction about Miss Thompson.

Miss Thompson.

Name unknown, identity unknown, birthplace unknown, age 24.

Eight years ago, Miss Thompson gained fame in the financial world all at once, further establishing Sinian Country’s foothold in the international finance field.

On May 26, Miss Thompson perished in a plane crash. On that day, the flight she was on plunged into an unknown ocean area. All 56 people on board, including the captain and the flight attendants, perished without a trace.

In the obituary, there was this passage:

“She overturned an era, creating miracles that cannot be replicated, becoming the faith of our generation!”

The comments below surpassed one million.

[I still can’t believe this is the truth. Miss Thompson has always been god-like in my heart, I hope soon that the media will debunk this rumor!]

[I was looking forward to seeing the true face of Miss Thompson. Let’s not forget her instant rise to fame eight years ago. Without her, we wouldn’t be where we are now.]

A hot comment was being repeatedly copied and pasted in the comment section.

[Though the person is gone, faith remains!]

[Though the person is gone, faith remains!]

[Though the person is gone, faith remains!]

[…..]

Viola perused the next news item with a calm expression.

The next news was still about Miss Thompson.

Although nearly a fortnight had passed since the event, the enthusiasm had not died down in the slightest, demonstrating the influence of Miss Thompson in the Sinian Country.

…

The Lentz Mansion.

The room was dimly lit.

The air was permeated with a strong scent of alcohol.

A man sat on a small mahogany chair, legs crossed, a nearly extinguished cigarette between his left hand fingers. The computer on the table was on, the light from the screen casting a shallow halo on the man’s face.If there was someone nearby, they would have noticed that the open web page on the computer was filled with comments on a news article.

[Even though the person is gone, his belief continues!]

The comments have already crossed a million and all of them were of similar sentiment.

Just then, the phone broke the silence in the room with its ringing.

The man calmly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand into an ashtray before answering the call.

“Hello.”

Although the voice was very low, one could still make out the chill it contained.

He, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura that belonged to those at the top, with no sign of the good-for-nothing from before.

The voice on the other end of the line was young and energetic, “Third brother, I’ve checked the surrounding seas and I haven’t found any clues.”

“Keep looking.”

A very low voice void of discernible emotion.

The person on the other end seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, “All right.”

It has already been half a month since the incident occurred.

The sea area near the incident is known for its strong variability, raging undercurrents, and high dangers; where could any leads be found now?

Just after Terrence Lentz hung up the call, there was a knock at the door.

Knock, knock, knock–

Terrence Lentz turned off his computer and picked up his unfinished drink.

“Come in.”

The door was quickly pushed open.

Eleanor Armstrong walked in from outside, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Terrence Lentz lying in a chair, drinking. The alcohol in the air was so strong it made her feel dizzy.

“Terrence, why aren’t you turning on the lights?”

With that, Eleanor Armstrong turned on the light.

Click.

A blinding white light filled the air.

Terrence Lentz, reclining on the sofa, subconsciously raised his hand to shield his forehead from the light.

“Terrence.”

Looking at her youngest son, who was spending his days in drunken stupor, Eleanor Armstrong’s face was filled with helplessness and heartache, “I made hangover soup for you, have a little.”

As she spoke, Eleanor helped Terrence to sit up on the sofa.

Terrence took the soup and had a sip.

There was an unmistakable weariness in his eyes.

Eleanor continued, “Remember, Terrence, you are about to get engaged. You can’t let your temper get the best of you anymore. Miss Thompson is not an ordinary girl, so if you can quit drinking, try to quit!”

Elizabeth Thompson is not just a lady from a noble family. She is also a well-known genius in River City. Her future prospects are immeasurable. If Terrence does not change, how can he stand shoulder to shoulder with her?

Terrence Lentz also has the reputation of a prodigy; Eleanor firmly believes that as long as he is willing to change, he can definitely be worthy of Elizabeth Thompson.

Pausing for a moment, she took out a black card, “Here is a little money I saved for you. You will have a lot of expenses after your engagement with Miss Thompson. If you are short of funds, just say so. I’m your mother. No matter how old you are, you will always be my child. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about it.”

She’d rather give him more money now, so he wouldn’t have to ask her for it later.

After all, he was about to be engaged. If Elizabeth Thompson were to find out that Terrence had to ask his family for money, it wouldn’t be good.

“Mom, I’m not short of money.” Terrence pushed the black card back to Mrs. Lentz.

Eleanor knew that Terrence was just being stubborn.

He had accomplished nothing and spent all day either drinking or gaming. How could he not be short of money?

“I know you’re not short of money, but this is what I feel. Take it!” Mrs. Lentz placed the black card in Terrence’s hand.

“I truly don’t need it.”

Eleanor looked up at Terrence, her expression complex.

She wondered if perhaps Patriarch Lentz had secretly given Terrence money.

Patriarch Lentz was known for his generosity.

If that’s the case, Eleanor wouldn’t insist. It would be counterproductive if she hurt Terrence’s pride. She then said, “I’ve prepared everything for the engagement. You don’t have to worry.”

There was silence from Terrence.

Eleanor knew what Terrence was worried about and assured him, “Don’t worry, Terrence. Miss Thompson isn’t superficial. She definitely won’t frown upon the betrothal you two have had since childhood.”

Mrs. Lentz had met Elizabeth Thompson once before.

She was indeed a well-educated and extraordinary woman.

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