Inside the commercial building.
Christopher and Eleanor asked Mrs. Cate to buy drinks and then left the amusement center.
Outside the coffee shop on the fourth floor.
Using two potted plants as cover, the two kids peered through the glass door, observing the scene inside.
Inside the shop, Christian and Bianca had already arrived and were sitting face to face.
Christian winked playfully from a distance.
He had received the message and was keeping an eye on the outside.
Christopher nodded in acknowledgment of the location received and then turned to Eleanor to give instructions seriously.
"Elle, when you go in later, give Auntie the membership card, and then try to mention Mommy more in front of Auntie to deepen her admiration for Mommy."
After saying this, Christopher pointed behind Bianca, indicating the seat next to them that was obscured by the plants. "I'll find an opportunity to come over later."
Eleanor glanced over and flashed her white teeth, obediently promising, "I will definitely complete the mission."
"Go ahead!" Christopher waved his hand.
The waiter brought the coffee.
Bianca glanced at the time, furrowing her brow, "Elle hasn't arrived yet. Could she be not coming?"
"Auntie, Elle should be arriving soon. You're so beautiful, she definitely wouldn't want to stand you up." Christian cheerfully swung his short legs.
"Am I beautiful?" Bianca adjusted her skirt.
This dress was designed by herself, specifically chosen to meet with Elle.
"Of course, you're beautiful. Red suits you best, Auntie. I almost thought you were only eighteen!" Christian propped his chin with both hands, flattering her effortlessly.
Bianca's face lit up with a smile.
Her nephew had become lively again, which was a bit of a relief.
Bianca took a sip of her coffee and happened to see Eleanor walking in from the entrance.
The little girl was wearing a pink princess dress, her delicate and cute face adorned with a sweet smile as she walked over with her short legs.
"Elle." Bianca waved at her.
The little girl responded with a wave, and after coming over, she affectionately hugged her.
"Did you come alone?" Bianca touched Eleanor's little face and frowned when she saw that no one was following behind her.
"Mrs. Cate went to buy something."
Eleanor smiled obediently and then solemnly took out a gift box from her small bag and handed it over. "Auntie, this is a gift for you from me!"
Bianca opened it.
Inside lay a white diamond-studded card!
Bianca's eyes lit up. This was what she had been thinking about all night-the platinum card exclusive to Al Studio.
"Thank you, Elle." Bianca held the card lovingly in her hand.
"You're welcome. I'm glad Auntie likes Mommy." Eleanor blinked her big eyes, revealing her white teeth.
"Your mommy is so outstanding; no one wouldn't like her."
Bianca affectionately pulled Eleanor to sit beside her and asked with interest, "Elle, can you tell Auntie about your mommy? Did she... ever struggle for inspiration when designing?"
Bianca was curious, facing her long-time idol.
"Nope!"
Eleanor proudly lifted her little face, her eyes sparkling.
"Mommy's sketches are all completed in one go. Let me tell you, being a fashion designer is just one of Mommy's careers. Mommy is so smart, she excels in everything she does!"
Christian, on the other side, kept nodding along like a chicken pecking at food.
He thought his brother was so smart, letting his sister praise Mommy; his sister was practically a walking advertisement for Mommy, ensuring Auntie would be impressed.
Sure enough, Bianca was captivated.
Outside the shop, Christopher seized the opportunity to sneak in and successfully climbed onto the seat behind Bianca.
"It would be great if I could meet Al." Bianca stirred her coffee absentmindedly, her face full of yearning.
The bait had been taken.
Eleanor and Christian exchanged a knowing glance.
Christian blinked his eyes and cleverly began to set the trap, "Auntie, what if you met Al and found out she wasn't as good as you imagined? What would you do?"
"She's Al, how could she not be good?" Bianca retorted without thinking.
"Everyone has flaws." Christian counted on his fingers. "What if she's someone you dislike, or even an enemy of you!"
After Christian said this, the three kids all instinctively perked up their ears nervously.
Bianca furrowed her brows, thought for a moment, and then glared angrily at Christian.
"Little brat, are you trying to pick a fight with me? Al is Al, there's no room for 'what ifs.' I'm going to the restroom!"
Bianca got up and left.
The coffee shop did not have separate restrooms.
Watching Bianca leave the shop, the three kids drooped their heads and gathered together.
"Why did it fail?" Christian pouted, unable to understand.
"Sigh!" Eleanor sighed obediently too.
Christopher appeared contemplative. "What if we add a little more spice?"
"How do we add?" Christian rested his chin on his hand.
In Eleanor's big eyes, there were also question marks.
"Auntie's goal is to become the number one socialite," Dominic said seriously. Although he thought Auntie's goal was a bit far-fetched, what if there was a way to help her achieve it?
"This..." Christian was pondering when suddenly he caught sight of a figure, and his little face instantly became flustered. "Oh no, Auntie's back again."
So fast!
The three kids panicked and returned to their seats.
Bianca returned and, seeing the two kids sitting there, felt that something was off.
"What's wrong, Auntie?" Christian innocently flashed his white teeth at Bianca.
"And where's the other person?" Bianca asked.
She had come back to get her phone and, just outside the shop, had clearly seen three people in the booth.
"Auntie, are you seeing things?" Christian asked innocently.
"Auntie, did you stay up late last night?" Eleanor chimed in, asking tenderly.
Trying to hoodwink her again.
Bianca rolled her eyes, took a step back, and looked towards the booth behind them. "Hello, little friend, I'm Christopher's aunt."
Last time at the welfare home, there was a child with Christopher and Eleanor, and she thought maybe this was from the welfare home. Now another child had shown up and followed them to the coffee shop, so she wanted to meet them.
Alessia stepped out of Dylan's company and immediately dialed a number.
The phone rang three times before it was answered.
"Hello." A woman's affected voice came through the line.
"It's me, Alessia La Rosa, we need to meet." Alessia's eyes were icy.
She had come across Sisca's number when she was surfing the dark web, and she remembered it at a glance.
The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment, then a smug tone came through. "It's you, but I'm busy."
With that, Sisca was about to hang up.
Alessia smirked coldly and nonchalantly continued, "It's up to you. I'm going to talk about Dominic anyway. 3 PM, downstairs at your company's coffee shop. Don't be late."
With that, Alessia pressed the hang-up button.
Strike the snake at seven inches; what Sisca cared about was Dominic.
On the other end.
Sisca, dressed in a white dress, sat on the sofa. Even indoors, she wore sunglasses that covered most of her face, but you could still see her swollen cheeks.
At this moment, she clenched the phone that had been hung up on, and just as her nails were about to dig into her skin, she let go.
A malicious smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.
Alessia was already infamous, and now she was showing such arrogance.
Inviting her out was just to ask her to spare her.
And she still had to use Dominic as an excuse.
Then she would grace her with her presence.
After all, even if Alessia begged on her knees, she wouldn't let her go.
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