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Even Elizabeth Thompson herself couldn’t get into North Bridge High School, what makes Viola think she can?

The audacity of this little wretch!

“Why don’t you go ask grandmother how she brought you up?” Viola stood there looking at Olga, her eyebrow slightly raised.

Even though her words were infuriating enough to make one grit their teeth, she uttered them with a smile. Her smile was so captivating, it was hard to look away.

Olga was left speechless, caught in a harsh stare with Viola, barely able to breathe.

Elizabeth Dean Thompson, with half-closed eyes, finally spoke at this moment, “Sister, North Bridge may be the only high school that can compete with the International School, but it’s not as simple as you think. How about this, tomorrow I’ll go with you to Teacher Ye’s office; you don’t need to say anything, I can apologize to Teacher Ye. If you really want to switch schools,

I’ll help you figure out a way.”

Elizabeth knew why Viola was so insistent on North Bridge High School.

Because Viola wanted to one-up her.

Having offended Teacher Ye, Viola naturally can’t go back to the International School. If she wanted to restore her dignity, Viola has to figure out a way to go to North Bridge.

But does Viola even have the qualifications to go to North Bridge?

What a fool’s talk.

Viola didn’t feel like arguing anymore, glanced at the cat squatting at the door and said, “I’m going back to my room.”

“Wait!”

Reg Thompson suddenly spoke.

Viola’s red lips parted slightly, “Speak.”

One word spoken so simply, yet it carried a certain formidable quality.

Reg Thompson, faced with this version of Viola, felt an inexplicable unease. With a stern face, he said, “Remember your place, Viola! Elizabeth Thompson is and will always be the only daughter of the Thompson Clan!”

Does she, a mere adopted daughter, think she can reach the skies with the Thompson name?

“As for the school situation, either you go with Elizabeth to apologize to

Teacher Ye, or figure out a way yourself! Don’t foolishly think you can get into North Bridge High School using Elizabeth’s or our family’s name!”

He certainly isn’t going to use his connections for a brat like her!

Viola didn’t respond, she bent over to pick up the cat at the door, and then just walked out of the study.

Reg Thompson stared at Viola’s retreating figure, also quite angered.

“Dad, don’t be angry.” Elizabeth Thompson murmured comfortingly, “She’s just struggling with her situation, please be a bit more patient with her.”

“Struggling? What does she have to struggle about?” Olga was indignant, “If it weren’t for us, she’d still be a worthless brat no one would take!”

Olga calmed herself and then continued, “Aunt Hubbert has invited me to a tea party tomorrow afternoon. Elizabeth, you should prepare, you’re coming with me.”

The circle of wealthy ladies often hold tea parties.

These ladies gather together to solidify their social relationships and expand their networks.

Secondarily, it helps pass the time. While attending these tea parties, they can show off their husbands and their children.

Olga loved taking Elizabeth Thompson to these tea parties, after all, Elizabeth was regarded as the top youth in River City.

“Take Viola with us,” Elizabeth said.

“What for?” Olga scoffed with clear irritation, “To make a spectacle of herself?”

She can stomach this kind of embarrassment, but the Thompson Clan and Elizabeth cannot.

Elizabeth looked at Olga, “Viola just came back recently, we should take her out to gain some experience.”

“Elizabeth is right, we should take her out to see the world!” Reg Thompson joined in.

As the person engaged to Terrence Lentz, it is necessary for more people to know of Viola’s existence.

“Alright then,” Olga agreed with a nod.

As soon as she finished speaking, it’s like Olga remembered something, continuing, “Elizabeth, has Old Mr. Bruce been back recently?”

“Not yet, but it should be in the next few days,” Elizabeth answered.

Olga said, “I heard that Miss Knight from the Knight Family will also be attending this tea party.”

“You’re referring to Miss Knight?” Elizabeth asked.

Olga nodded, “Ever since Miss Knight had that accident three years ago, she’s been seeking medical aid everywhere, but to little effect. If you can heal her face, our family’s standing in River City will be solidified.”

As the saying goes, standing in the shade of a great tree is impressive.

Every family wanted to forge a connection with Knight Family, this great tree, but alas, no one could reach that far.

The only shortcut to climbing that tree was to cure the face of the sole heiress of the Knight Family.

Elizabeth, with her remarkable medical talent and being an apprentice to Divine Doctor Bruce, who is said to be a descendant of Bian Que, has already achieved much in the medical field at such a young age. Her knowledge surpassed even her teacher’s, much to Old Mr. Bruce’s delight.

Upon hearing this, Elizabeth asked, “Did you hear that Miss Knight’s face was burned?’”‘Hmm.” Olga nodded, “I inquired, it’s a burn injury.”

Emma Thompson smiled and said, “If it’s a burn, you don’t have to worry.”

She specializes in facial reconstruction, burn and scald injuries. Her medical skills may even be better than Old Doctor Bruce’s. She’s confident in giving Miss Knight a new lease of life!

Upstairs.

Viola Thompson made some sheep milk powder for the cat before she started to check her funds on her mobile phone.

In just two days, the fund, which was originally at 125, had risen to 1500.

But Viola had no intention of retaining it. Instead, she clicked to sell it. Even though the fund seemed profitable, tenfold surge was already its peak. If she didn’t sell it now, she would lose badly.

Next, Viola took out 1000 from her balance and bought shares in three other funds.

Having done all these, Viola picked up the duckbill hat on the table, put it on, with the black brim shielding her eyes, revealing only her fiery red lips.

Downstairs, the servants gave Viola peculiar looks.

In their eyes, Viola was nothing more than a country bumpkin.

Even after coming to the Thompson clan, she couldn’t change her poor and scrappy vibe. The servants never considered her as the young Thompson miss.

Viola paid no attention to their stares.

After exiting Thompson’s Villa, Viola rented a shared bicycle.

The image of her riding a bike single-handedly was inexplicably cool.

Half an hour later, she arrived at her destination

The Sinian First Medicinal Materials Market.

This place covered over thirty hectares.

Her original body was weak and often sick, similar to Lin Meimei.

Fortunately, Viola had a foundation in traditional medicine, with a slight understanding of the Yellow Emperor’s Canon of Medicine. Although other doctors might find original Viola’s body troublesome to handle, for Viola, it was just a matter of herbal medicine.

Viola parked her bike, holding her kitten, stepped into a pharmacy, “Boss, I need two grams of saffron, two grams of cordgrass, two grams of schisandra…”

“Okay, wait a moment.”

Soon, the boss packaged the herbs for her, “Young lady, that’s 320 in total.”

Viola took the herbs, looked at them indifferently, “Thank you, but I don’t want them anymore.”

“Don’t want them?” Hearing that, the boss was furious, glaring at her, “I’m packing them for you, and now you tell me you don’t want them? Are you playing a joke on me?”

The pharmacy boss was a burly man, and his fierce demeanor would have frightened most people.

But not only was Viola unafraid, she responded calmly, “Don’t you know why I don’t want them, boss?”

“Little girl, I thought you looked pretty, but why are you acting so disgusting! I’ve already weighed the herbs for you, and you say you don’t want them! Isn’t it a waste of my time? I need an explanation today!”

Because the boss was loud, many passersby came over to watch.

Seeing so many spectators, the boss became more excited, “Come, everyone, come and see! This young girl looks pretty, but her heart is very black! I worked so hard to pack the medicine for her, and she just declined!” Upon hearing that, the crowd started pointing fingers at Viola.

“How can young girls be like this!”

“She must not have been educated properly by her family! ”

Viola still looked indifferent, there was no panic on her clear and handsome face, she coolly opened the herb package, “What I wanted was two grams of saffron, but what did you give me? Huh?”

The boss’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing that.

No! Impossible!

How old is this girl? Could she really tell what real saffron is?

She’s probably just pretending!

“What did I give if not saffron?” The boss swelled up fiercely, “Don’t make a fuss here!”

“Saffron has a trumpet-shaped flower head, with a crack on one side and fine serrations on the other. Carthamus may look like saffron, but it lacks these characteristics. You’re passing off Carthamus as Saffron, isn’t your conscience dark?”

Viola’s tone was light but it stirred up whispers among the crowd.

Saffron was precious, with a gram costing over 100, while Carthamus could be bought for 100 a kilo!

The boss was too greedy!

“What nonsense are you talking, young girl! If you don’t want it, then forget it!” Seeing the crowd murmuring, the boss felt guilty. He thought he could easily deceive a little girl, but unexpectedly he ran into an expert. He reached out and tried to take back the herbs..