Old Dreams No Return (Serena) novel Chapter 252

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I agree, Okay, then I will go and sprinkle some salt on his wound. Don’t worry, from now on, I won’t live for anyone but myself. If someone doesn’t offend me, I won’t offend them. But if someone offends me, I will definitely retaliate!”

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It was just Tyrell who took me directly to his house, the Vaughn’s manor, which was impressive and grand above the entrance gate.

The Perez’s villa was simply incomparable to this estate.

The key…

Tyrell, what are you doing? I just arrived in New York and you’re already taking me to your house. What are you up to? I can tell you, I didn’t bring anything, and I’m not ready yet. I only told you a month ago, let’s take it slow…”

I hadn’t finished speaking when this guy got off the car directly and then opened the door, making a gentlemanly inviting gesture.

I was embarrassed, and for a moment, my brain went blank. What should I do?

I glanced towards the distance, where a group of servants stood on both sides of the villa’s entrance.

Bowing respectfully with her head down,”Good day, young master! Hello, Anya!”

They were all greeting me, and it would probably be inappropriate for me to continue hiding and not get off the car, especially since Tyrell’s mother was already standing at the door.

I had to get off the car because there was no way to catch up with the ducks.

I saw Tyrell’s mother give me a proud look, and then she sneered, “Huh, a second-marriage woman from a small town dares to make my son personally invite her to get off the car. She really knows how to put on airs!”

From a distance, I could already see the unfriendly gaze of Tyrell’s mother, and in an instant, my heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

First impressions are important, and I didn’t make a good first impression on Tyrell’s mother.

Uneasiness surged in my heart, I was not the kind of naive little girl who had never seen the world. I was indeed someone who had been through it all. Even though I was well protected by Leland, I have witnessed the deceit and cunning. With a hint of composure, I came to Tyrell’s mother’s side very gracefully.

With a hint of respect, I greeted her, “Hello, Mrs. Vaughn. I was Anya, and I was delighted to meet you here!”

Tyrell’s mother sighed, “Well, she does look quite pretty, but you are a simple girl from San Francisco. How dare you come to my house with my son?”

I don’t know why my heart felt sour, but why did she have to question me like that?

With a hint of defiance, I raised my head and looked at her,”Can’t an orphan girl come to your house? Besides, why wouldn’t I dare?”