CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: THANK YOU, BOSS

Poppy Hale casually came up with an excuse.

"I can’t find my ID. Thank you, President Hawthorne, for the kind offer, but I won’t take up the company’s resources."

After sending the message, she put her phone away.

After the meal, Amber Yates and Janine kept chatting about how great the company’s benefits were.

Janine has a classmate who works in Declan Hawthorne’s secretary team.

She took out her phone, saying sneakily, "Those old-fashioned guys in the group aren’t this generous, I’ll find out which boss is so humane."

Poppy Hale walked beside them.

Amber’s and Janine’s kids are a few years older than Florence Lynch.

The three kids hopped and skipped ahead.

Janine exclaimed.

"It’s President Hawthorne’s idea."

Amber sighed, "So handsome and so thoughtful. If circumstances allowed, I’d want to pursue him."

Janine was curious, "What circumstances?"

"If President Hawthorne would, I’d be willing to secretly be with him, even behind my husband’s back!"

That would be quite a sacrifice.

Amber said, while playfully wrapping her arm around Poppy Hale’s waist, and they laughed together.

The newly rented neighborhood wasn’t far from the restaurant.

Janine’s car was parked in the neighborhood garage.

Accompanied her to get the car, a vehicle ahead turned on its high-beam lights, hurting everyone’s eyes.

Janine swore.

"No manners, who uses high-beam lights in an underground garage! Is there only one page left in your household register?"

Janine was truly angry.

The three kids walking ahead got the light in their eyes and started crying instantly.

Poppy Hale was busy holding and soothing Florence, without noticing the driver of the car that just passed by looked very familiar to her.

The car drove away.

The man in the passenger seat glanced over, "Hey, I think I just saw Poppy."

The woman driving had a slightly mocking tone, "Sean, you must be mistaken. How could Poppy afford to live in this neighborhood now?"

True.

Sean Lynch dismissed the doubt.

"After we get our license, let’s have Poppy over for dinner."

Stella Hollis frowned, her tone whiny and aggrieved.

"Sean, I also want to get along with your sister, but Poppy has always been hostile to me."

"What happened before was my fault, but I’ve apologized to her."

Sean Lynch sighed as well.

"Poppy has always been like this, spoiled by my uncle and grandmother since childhood, overindulged, you need to bear with her."

Stella Hollis bit her lower lip.

Why should she tolerate Poppy Hale?

Unwillingly, she said, "Sean! At least I’m Poppy’s sister-in-law, she may look down on me, but she should at least give you some respect, right?"

Sean Lynch chuckled softly, leaning back.

"What respect do I have? You don’t know, when Poppy gets mad, she even dares to scold my dad. Grandma favored her the most, leaving all the inheritance to her after passing, I got not a single penny."

Previously, Stella Hollis had heard Sean Lynch mention.

The Lynch family matriarch owned an old Western-style house, located right in the city center. Not very comfortable for living, but if put up for sale, it would be priceless.

Not to mention, the matriarch also had savings and jewelry stored in bank safe deposit boxes.

Originally thought, as the only grandson of the Lynch family, the matriarch would leave the majority to Sean Lynch no matter what.

The old lady was visibly biased towards males over females.

When she saw Stella Hollis, she bluntly said Stella looked like she couldn’t bear sons, too thin, small hips.

Causing great embarrassment for Stella Hollis.

So she always remembered and resented the matriarch.

Her voice was rather sharp.

"Why? She’s just a woman, you’re the son of the Lynch family! How could Grandma not leave anything for you?"

Sean Lynch didn’t see any issue.

"Grandma can give her money to whoever she wants; it’s her right to distribute her own property."

Stella Hollis wanted to say more, but Sean Lynch started to get displeased.

"What do you mean? You’re already eyeing my grandmother’s inheritance before we’re even married?"

Knowing Sean Lynch’s temper,

Stella Hollis dared not speak further upon hearing this, and after a few explanations, fell silent.

Yet her hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, wishing it were Poppy Hale.

Her eyes filled with hate.

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Tidying up things at home lasted until late at night.

Florence Lynch sat obediently on a packing bag, swinging her feet, watching Poppy Hale tidying up.

Suddenly, she spotted several pink bags.

Running over to look, she found several princess dresses in various colors, with skirts like clouds, fluffy and full.

When the clothes were bought, Florence was asleep, and only now did she see that pile of clothes.

Florence looked surprised at Poppy Hale.

"Mom! Did you buy these for me?"

"It was Uncle Hawthorne."

Poppy Hale put the clothes into the closet.

The closet was large, even the master bedroom had a walk-in closet, enough for all three family members’ clothes.

Florence found Poppy Hale’s phone.

"Mom, I want to thank Uncle Hawthorne."

"Sure."

Originally thought, Florence might call Declan Hawthorne.

Unexpectedly, the little one who didn’t know how to read opened Poppy Hale’s WeChat and made a video call.

As soon as Declan Hawthorne connected, an enlarged baby face came into view.

Florence leaned in close, even her eyelashes were clearly visible, with ripples in her eyes.

Even from a bad angle, it was a beauty shot.

Seeing Florence’s face, the fatigue in Declan Hawthorne’s eyes vanished, replaced with a gentle smile.

"Florence, what’s up?"

"You bought me lots of clothes, thanks old boss!"

Declan Hawthorne slightly frowned, "What did you call me?"

He leaned closer to the speaker, trying to hear better.

Florence couldn’t pronounce ’boss’, making it sound like ’dad’.

"Mom said you were the old boss of their company!"

Amused yet.

But it brought a knowing smile to Declan Hawthorne.

Seeing Uncle Hawthorne laughing at her, Florence embarrassedly buried her head in her clothes.

The phone stood on the table.

Declan Hawthorne watched as a graceful woman moved around the room, holding clothes.

The top shelf of the wardrobe was a bit high.

Poppy Hale raised her hand, folding the sweaters that couldn’t be worn now and inconvenient to hang, placing them on the top shelf.

Today she wore a short T-shirt, and when she reached up, the shirt rose up.

Her slender white waist and faint rib bones were visible.

Florence moved closer.

"Uncle Hawthorne, are you watching my mom?"

Caught by a child, Declan Hawthorne couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Yes, your mom is beautiful."

The child became wary again, "Do you like my mom? Do you want her to be your mom?"

Declan Hawthorne couldn’t help but chuckle.

He simply stood up, went to the living room, and turned the camera to Mrs. Hawthorne.

"Uncle has a mom, this is Uncle’s mom."

Florence heaved a sigh of relief.

She sweetly greeted Mrs. Hawthorne.

"Hello, pretty grandma."

Mrs. Hawthorne was engrossed in her TV show.

Suddenly seeing a cute baby face, calling her pretty grandma, her heart melted.

She left the drama’s entangled leads, ready to continue watching.

But who knew her son had already left with the phone!

Mrs. Hawthorne’s heart felt a tug.

It was agonizing.

On the other side of the phone.

Unsure how long Florence chatted with Declan Hawthorne.

When Poppy Hale turned around, Florence was already asleep there.

The camera faced Poppy Hale and Declan Hawthorne on the other side.

The two met eyes through the video chat screen.