After 7 years of imprisonment under the hands of Phantom Wolf, Celine had missed out on too many wonders in her life, and she was planning on making up for it all!
She took a sip of hard liquor before reaching out and pinching Stanley’s cheeks. “You are a waste of such a handsome-looking face!” she said frustratingly.
Stanley’s face was obviously attractive to young girls, yet he still remained single.
This height, this physique, this temperament, this face… He fulfilled the complete standards of a perfect man!
The other day when Celine went to pick her son up from school, she saw a pretty girl sitting next to Stanley, blushing while trying hard to find a topic to chat with him.
Stanley glanced up at her, the class president, and chased her away.
The girl wasn’t studying their major—she had run into their classroom and just sat there the whole afternoon. She wasn’t even listening in class; she was just giggling the whole time. She must have had an ulterior motive!
Maybe she’s here to steal something!
Stanley gripped his wallet and cell phone tightly.
Or maybe… she is crazy! Mentally ill patients are not sentenced for murder!
I’ll chase her away; I’ll call the police if she doesn’t leave!
Finally, the girl ran out in tears.
It was at that moment that Celine felt the need to rush over and kick Stanley out of the third floor window.
She couldn’t blame him—picking up girls was just not in the Fletcher Family’s genes. Nevertheless, Stanley’s standards were considered to be above average. It only improved when it came down to Michael and his sister.
Stanley looked up to Celine in awe and said bleakly, “Aunt Celine, teach me please…”
Celine waved her hands. “You’re hopeless. Go, go! Leave me alone.”
Although Celine was clearly a woman, her mannerism was more charming than any man’s. As Stanley watched the beautiful women surround Celine while giggling, he felt an itch in his heart that made him anxious.
Meanwhile, Justin was barbecuing under the tree, while Michael and Nathan were sitting on the side, waiting for food. Nathan was playing with the two dogs as he looked at his mother hugging girls from both sides, his little face in a daze.
“Don’t take after your mother.”
Michael rushed over to grab him to Nicholas and told the latter to watch over him.
Maybe Justin couldn’t stop Celine because he couldn’t use a knife lately, or maybe it was because she was too hard to get a hold of. Nevertheless, Celine had been behaving more excessively—every day, she would invite Sophia out to play while driving Michael’s car, and she wore his clothes everywhere to flirt with girls.
And she acted so high profile about it that she was often photographed by the media. Because they were born with the same face, Michael had to take the blame everytime she was photographed.
He only realized Celine was having a pool party behind his back when he saw Sophia packing up her swimsuit. Gee, a pool party?!
Michael had nimbly trailed behind to personally keep an eye on his wife.
Even Harry rushed over to spy on his little kitten, for he didn’t want her to take down the wrong path with the big bad wolf.
After Justin was done barbecuing, he carefully loaded the food on a plate. He then lifted the plate high and avoided Michael as the latter reached over for it. Then, he walked toward the busy Celine.
Michael was speechless.
When he arrived in front of Celine, he asked gently, “Celie, the barbecue food is here. I grilled your favorite scallops.”
Celine seemed busy as she had Sophia on her left and Sarah on her right. All the girls were laughing loudly at a joke she just made. “Just put it there,” Celine said.
I would be better off learning myself than from you.
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