Ingrid was stunned. She had only spoken off the top of her head. She had no idea what part of Miranda's presentation wasn't accurate!Although she had crammed the night before, it was merely a last-minute effort. None of the information had really stuck in her mind. Her eyes darted around as Ingrid
Miranda pulled out a red certificate from her bag. On the cover, the words "Tea Master Professional Certificate" were printed in Hebranian and Danglish. It was none other than an Expert Tea Master Professional Certificate. Looking up, Miranda turned to Ingrid and said indifferently, "Is this enough
Miranda continued, "Not to mention Bob Frost's poem, 'Tea is a religion of the art of life,' and a verse by Emma Dickson, 'There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.'"The poets of old have passed on, but we are still here. We gather here not j
"Mrs. Johnson, is this how the members of your family behave? That's unacceptable. You should teach her some manners before allowing her to appear in public. Aren't you afraid of her disgracing the Johnson family's name?" "I knew your taste wasn't great, but who would've guessed that your judgment
Miranda felt a little embarrassed. "It's not something worth mentioning…"During the six years she was with Hansel, the first two were spent in college. The remaining four years were spent confined in the mansion where her life revolved around him every day. Although Hansel had used love to trap he
Harriet called Miranda excitedly.Susan rarely participated in tea brewing activities. Even when she did, it was more out of obligation than genuine interest. But since she had brewed a pot, Harriet felt Susan's tea needed to be evaluated.Miranda walked over and accidentally made eye contact with S
After hearing that Susan didn't need a ride, Natalie stopped insisting and told the driver to leave.Miranda was waiting for her ride outside the hotel. She greeted everyone who approached her. Natalie knew Miranda had someone coming to get her, so she didn't arrange a ride for her.Paul, who was al
The night was dark and quiet. The only sounds were the keyboards tapping and the handling of lab equipment.Paul glanced over to see Miranda diligently recording data. The light illuminated her face and cast a faint shadow from the bridge of her nose.He had always worked late alone, sometimes even
Harold came in behind Jenny. He was so quiet that his presence was easily overlooked. Meanwhile, Quincey barely said a word as she kept her head down, her eyes glued to the phone. "Rena, you arrived really early this time. I've never seen you and Leonard so enthusiastic before. Guess things have ch
Miranda stood in front of the mirror, tidying up her messy hair. Behind her, Paul was fully dressed. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "Stop it, I just fixed my hair… Look, you even smudged my lipstick," Miranda grumbled, pushing him away. "Mimi, the way you said that makes it sound
Miranda glanced at her phone. It was a call from Paul. "Hello, Paul, Merry—"Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the sound of heavy breathing on the other end. Taken aback, Miranda froze for a moment. "What's…""Come outside, Mimi.""What?""I'm out front at your entrance. Come out."As
Austin stuck out his tongue at Yale. "Uncle Yale, shame on you! How can you compare yourself to little kids?" Yale was at a loss for words. Great, he thought, even the kids were bullying him.Suddenly, Susan thought of something and asked, "By the way, where's Paul?" "Oh, he got a phone call earli
Jenny was shocked. "Are they really that powerful?""Of course!" Quincey couldn't help but sigh. "I can't help but admire Miranda sometimes. Back when she needed money, she latched onto a rich young scion. Now that she's still young but craving for status, she went straight for a prominent academic
"Well, Dad and Mom still have a few jars left," Jenny said. "After thinking about it, we really shouldn't turn down Lionel's and his family's good intentions. Oh, right. Quincey, we still have to visit your maternal grandparents for Christmas. Let's head back now."The other members of the Sutton fa
Miranda walked over with a bright smile. "Aunt Jenny, the reason I gave the project to Jack back then was because we were working on a tight budget. Other smart home renovation companies were quoting too high. "Secondly, Jack's team was truly capable and qualified to handle the job. I would've like
Jenny had heard from other relatives some time ago that Jack's company was growing rapidly. His business had boomed so quickly that they could barely keep up with the demand. She had felt a little envious when she first heard the news. Jenny hadn't seen it with her own eyes and didn't know just how
Jenny's words dripped with sarcasm. It felt like someone had hit the pause button on the originally cheerful atmosphere as the smiles on everyone's faces froze. Lionel scratched his head and replied politely, "We were just lucky…""Oh please, don't be so modest! I've got terrible luck, and everyon