Coolest Girl in Town

Chapter 817 I Am Glad You Understand

The next day at Tissote International Airport, Margaret and Edmond waited at the exit with flowers in their hands, their watchful eyes scrutinizing every female passenger.

They were here to pick up the genius pianist from Alzue who had been all the fuss as of late. Her name was Cardashian.

Edmond ran a print media company which required a steady stream of publishing of various literary works to have an income flow. The industry had been rather sluggish in recent years as it was slowly dying. They needed news shocking enough to bring the public’s attention back to print media.

Cardashian was their first target. They would definitely be able to make plenty of sales if they could commission this musician, who had been certified by the World Piano Association after only two years of debut, to publish a personal autobiography.

Edmond started feeling a little anxious when he saw that fewer and fewer people were coming out. “Did you get the wrong flight? I have held this sign for so long, but I haven’t seen a Cardashian looking this way.”

“Do you think I am someone like you who would even make such silly mistakes?” Margaret looked at him in disdain. “There must have been a delay or something. Let’s wait for a little longer. And raise your sign a little higher!”

Despite saying that, she felt discouraged as well. Can it be that I have indeed got the wrong information?

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but take a few steps forward and crane her neck in an attempt to look inside. Margaret would be embarrassed if Cardashian didn’t make an appearance.

However, her reality was that she didn’t see Cardashian—she had gotten ‘Anastasia White’ instead.

Indeed, it was the ‘Anastasia White’ who had seemingly disappeared from the surface of Earth after leaving with Danilo.

It had been seven years since Margaret had last seen her and yet, the woman still looked like she was in her best condition. Not only was her skin as smooth as silk and her aura as elegant as a swan, she now even had a hint of sensualness only a mature woman would have.

Most importantly, there was a miniature version of ‘Anastasia White’ next to her, her every move innocent and lovely.

pushing her

“Did you come just to

to come pick you up if I had known that you were coming back today. But what a coincidence this is for everything

into a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow and looked at Edmond, who was behind Margaret. “Who is this client to be able to alarm both you

immediately that Elise was mocking her for getting

girl. “This is your daughter, isn’t she? She is

her. Hence, Alexia deliberately evaded Margaret’s

she was playing with herself as she let out a small laugh and pulled

the print media industry. Edmond has his connections in the industry. I had no other choice but to get close to him. But don’t worry, my bestie! My heart will always be on your side!”

her face. “I understand. It is never easy for

Margaret put her hand on her friend’s shoulder and said earnestly, “After all, you will be more assured to have me as your gatekeeper if

smile. “Alright, then. I will

some time. You should take the child back to the hotel to

and left while holding the

huddled close to gossip. “Did she really have

attention to now?” Margaret peered at him from the corner of her eyes. “Whose attention are you trying to catch by

was upset from being scolded the whole morning, and even though he had obediently raised the sign again, he kept complaining, “It’s just because you are so not romantic that no man dares to pursue you. You should really fix this.

you to enjoy those supposedly-romantic women? You should be praying to God for me to not

displeased about being under the control of a woman, but he could only shut his mouth and stop arguing with Margaret because her work

international flight left through the exit, but still they didn’t see Cardashian. They finally went straight to Sierra Hotel, where they got ready

walked to the front desk, and she lightly tapped the table with her fingertips. “Excuse me, please help me call Miss Cardashian from 1203 and tell her that Margaret Ainsley from the publishing