CHAPTER 133: SOUGHT-AFTER MARGARET

Hilla was lost in thought along the way, her mind full of what Halle had said to her in the hospital.

Looking at Halle’s bulging belly, she was not sure if she should talk to Halle about what she was thinking.

Margaret drove the car. She was still immersed in the joy of Bruce buying the Palmore Group and Cornel Group. So, she became more voluble, "Our Anderson family has bred up a real man. How could one resign when his wife has been bullied? Bruce is a model husband."

Hilla was still thinking about Halle. Hearing Margaret’s words, she came back to her senses and asked, "What does it have to do with me?"

The innocent look of Hilla made Margaret feel pity for her brother.

She exclaimed, "What do you mean by that? Bruce does that for you. You are the Helen of Troy. He is willing to start a war for you."

"Look at the road and drive carefully. It’s better to cut the nonsense."

Hilla found Margaret was too excited. She was afraid that Margaret would stray the wheel and urged, "Halle and her unborn baby and me are all in your hands. Drive carefully."

"I am driving carefully. I had passed every test with flying colors to get the license. Trust me."

Although Hilla didn’t want to shake her confidence, she dared not believe Margaret.

Still, Hilla nodded vigorously and comforted Margaret, "I believe in you. After all, you are so smart, and you are an experienced driver."

Margaret was easily getting overexcited. Hilla was afraid that she would be distracted from the road.

"Of course. Bruce did a good job this time. Let them know that the Andersons will never be bullied."

Margaret looked smug, but Hilla was a little nervous. Could it be true that Bruce has bought the two companies because of her?

Originally, she did not have any feelings towards the current situation of those two families, but now she was a little apologetic.

Halle, who was by the side, chuckled. She held Hilla’s hand and said in a low voice, "He dotes on you. I can rest assured."

Hilla blushed. She knew she would be fine as long as Bruce was here, but she could not yet rest assured for Halle.

Their house in the countryside was taken care of by the neighbors. After all, Bruce had given them quite a lot of ’care fees’ last time. In addition, the villagers were

simple and honest. When Halle was away these days, the room had been cleaned very well. Even the two dogs in the courtyard had been fed up.

Margaret looked at the two fluffy heads in shock and said, "Cookie, Candy, you’re so grown up now. I can’t even hold you."

"The rural dogs grow fast. They are kept to looking for the yard. They roll around in the firewood every day and are dirty. Why should you hug them?"

Lilian greeted Margaret with a smile as she brushed the large pot in the courtyard.

It was getting hotter and hotter. They all cooked in the courtyard now. They set up a shed and placed a small wooden desk under it as the dinner table. It was cool and convenient.

Rural life was much rustic. They planted peppermint to repel mosquitoes and insects in the yard.

Margaret looked at Candy, which was about to reach her chest when standing on two legs, and pouted unhappily. "They don’t look cute at all."

Candy was no longer the most perfect little cutie in her eyes. Margaret was a little disappointed.

Although she hadn’t been here for so long and the dogs were somewhat unfamiliar with her at first, they quickly recognized her. But how could they grow up into such big dogs?

Margaret squatted in the yard discouraged, looking at the two dogs surrounding her. Then she said weakly, "Well, I have left here for so long. I haven’t raised you well. I’ll take you to buy some food."

Margaret asked Lilian the way to the local store, and then happily bringing Cookie and Candy to buy some snacks.

"Margaret is such a pretty sunny girl. I wonder if she has a boyfriend. I have a cousin who is studying abroad. An excellent young man. I heard that he is in a famous college of so-called ’LV Leagues’."

She wanted to introduce Hilla to him, but when her cousin heard that Hilla was graduated from a common university in River City, he felt that there was a gap in their educational background. Fortunately, she had not made the match. Because later, she found out that Hilla had been married.

Although Margaret had not graduated from university and was a year older than her nephew, she was the daughter of the Anderson family and had tens of billions of assets in her family. Her younger cousin felt that she was worthy of him.

Halle brought over the washed vegetables and smiled, "Margaret has just returned from abroad. She probably doesn’t want to find a boyfriend staying abroad. A long-distance relationship is not her thing."

"That’s true. I was just chatting. It is my relative who asked me to make the match. Forget it."

Lilian was a straightforward person, and she was actually reluctant to introduce

Margaret to that boy.

However, her relative kept pestering her. That was why she mentioned this to Hilla.

When she first introduced Hilla to them, they disliked her for she and her sisters were orphans, and they seemed to have no property in the city.

Now that they heard Hilla’s friend Margaret was the daughter of the Anderson family, they begged her to be the matchmaker.

She was angry, but they were after all her relatives. Now she had tried and been refused immediately, it was not her fault.

"Halle, I’ve already tidied up the room. You said that the bed felt hard, so I put two more blankets on it."

"Oh my god, are you going to kill yourself by lying on such thick blankets in these summer days?"

Lilian frowned. These urban people didn’t even understand how to make a bed. Could they distinguish between the four seasons?

Hilla frowned, "It’s not hot now."

Would it be hot at night?

"With such thick blankets, it will heat up when you sleep on it. You can buy a soft cushion if you find the bed too hard."

Indeed, rural folks were more experienced.

Hilla was stunned. Should she go to buy a cushion for Halle now? She would have to ask Margaret to come along. After all, she was the one who drove the car.

As Hilla was muttering to herself, she heard Margaret’s shouting.

Hilla looked up and saw Margaret holding a large sausage in one hand and a bag of pork chops in the other. Behind her were more than a dozen dogs of all sizes. All were running towards here.

Margaret shouted at the top of her voice, "Help! The dogs in this village are all crazy!"

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Looked at the group of dogs, the first thing Hilla thought of was Halle’s safety.

It would be terrible if her sister was shocked. She hastily said, "Don’t come here. Don’t come here."

As she spoke, she pulled Halle to run into the house.

More than a dozen dogs of different sizes and colors rushed into the courtyard, filling it up instantly.

Halle was also a little panicked. These dogs were barking fiercely. She had never seen so many dogs go crazy together.

"Oh my God, throw the food away. Be quick!"

Lilian shouted to Margaret. Was this girl silly? If one ran around the village with so much meat, all the dogs in the village were sure to chase after it.

Margaret was freaked out by the dogs, which were pouncing on her one after another. The courtyard was filled with her squeals.

Fortunately, those dogs did not bite.

But she was still afraid to be surrounded by so many dogs in the middle.

"What did you say? Please, let them go."

Hilla came back to her senses and said to Margaret, "Throw away the meat in your hand."

"Ah? What?" It was all the dog’s barking and covered Hilla’s voice.

"Oh no!" Margaret thought to herself, "I would be bitted to death by these dogs. What a horrible and ugly way to die."

Hilla stamped her feet in anxiety, and in the emergency, she picked up the two stones on the ground and throw them at Margaret’s wrist.

The stones hit her wrists, and Margaret threw everything in her hand out in pain.

All the dogs swarmed forward to fight for the meat. Cookie and Candy were the fiercest warriors.

Lilian wiped out her sweat and came out from behind the stove. She couldn’t help but sigh, "I’ve lived in this village for years, but this is the first time I’ve seen so many dogs come out in one group. Margaret, you have really got something in your sleeve."

Margaret’s face was pale from shock, and her mind was spinning. "Thank, thank you."

"Do you think that I am praising you?"

"Come on, it seems that what they have got in money they lost in brain." Lilian

thought to herself.

Seeing that all the dogs in the courtyard had run away, Hilla first comforted Halle and then ran out to ask, "Are you okay? Did they bite you? Did they scratch you? We should go to the hospital for a vaccine. How do you feel?"

In that situation, she had to take care of Halle first. After all, Halle had a baby in her belly.

Seeing Margaret’s frightened look, Hilla was worried and began blaming herself. Margaret slowly recovered, looked at Hilla with her eyes turned red, "Hilla, I was almost scared to death. They kept chasing me."

When she was in school, she had always failed in sports, but just now, she was forced to sprint at a speed she had never reached by a group of dogs.

She threw herself into Hilla’s arms, crying, "My leg, my leg..."

"Has your leg been bitten? Where? Is it serious?"

Hilla’s heart skipped a beat. If she had known earlier, she would not have asked Margaret to come with them. Now Margaret could not take care of Halle, and she herself had to be taken care of.

"No, my legs are weak. I can’t stand up."

Margaret sniffed and said in a low voice.

Hilla checked and made sure that she didn’t have any wounds. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.

It was good that she was not injured. Otherwise, she really did not know how to explain it to the Anderson family.

Lilian said, "Don’t worry, though the dogs in the village look fierce, they don’t bite."

These rural dogs were of a rather gentle temperament. As long as one had neither trespassed their master’s land nor snatched their food.

Generally, these dogs would not chase the villagers for food. But Margaret was too conspicuous a target. And she began to run as soon as she heard the dogs barking, which made them want to chase her all the more.

Margaret wailed, "It’s too scary. They were all chasing me."

Hilla patted Margaret on the back to calm her down and said, "It had passed. It’s nothing now. Is there any part of your body hurt?"

Margaret raised her hands which were now dangling on her wrists and sobbed, "My hands. They must be broken."

Hilla thought, "It’s my fault. I had hit her too hard."

In the hospital, after a scream, and the slight sounds of "click", Margaret’s dislocated joints were replaced. The doctor wrapped her with a thick bandage. Hilla had to drive them back to the yard.

From the grass in the courtyard seemed to come the faint chirping of insects. They sit around the small square table in the courtyard, looking at the star and eating the most common rural food.

"I bought the pork chops for Halle, but they all went to the dogs. What a thing."

Hilla thought, "You have led dozens of dogs in the village to our home, there was no escape for the chops."

"But I think these dishes are delicious. They are even better than the dishes made by our chef."

Margaret struggled to feed herself with a spoon, frowning from time to time for the pain on her wrist.

Seeing this, Hilla picked up the spoon to feed her.

"Hilla, you are so nice. I will definitely put in a good word for you to my brother. Let him buy all the companies whose employees have offended you. Don’t worry. We have got enough money!"

Hilla was awkward. The last sentence sounded familiar to her, as if she had heard it before.

They had just finished dinner when they heard the honk of a car outside the door and it parked in front of Lilian’s house.

Soon, they came in.

Margaret looked at the door curiously. "Lilian has some guests. Why there’s not someone visiting us?"

It was so boring to just sit here.

Halle put down the dishes in her hands, looked at Margaret, and said meaningfully, "Maybe we will have guests soon."

"Really? Then I’ll go and boil some water."

Margaret needed to find something to do. She really went to the kitchen to boil water.

Hilla asked in confusion, "Halle, how do you know that we will have guests?" Halle was about to become a fortune-teller now. And she was always right.

Halle lowered her head as she cleaned up the table. "There are very few girls in the countryside, and outstanding girls like Margaret are even less. She will be here for a few days. Naturally, there will be people who want to seize the opportunity and make a match for her."

Hilla took a deep breath in surprise, "Make a match for Margaret? Who has such courage? Aren’t they afraid that she will bring dozens of dogs to tear down their roof?"