Deep in the mountains, a luxurious old English-style manor stands among them.
Although it is in old English style, the basement is filled with the most cutting-edge scientific instruments.
Tuk-tuk-tuk, there was a sound of a cane hitting the ground.
Then the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and an old man with gray hair appeared, "Dahlia, come up here."
Dahlia Lewis took off her goggles, whispered a few words to her assistant, and then walked out.
In the pavilion of the courtyard, Dahlia opened her mouth wide in surprise after hearing her grandfather, Oscar Lewis's words.
"Wha, what? You want me to go to New York City to treat Mr. Moore on your behalf?"
Oscar Lewis nodded.
"That's wrong!" Dahlia suddenly reacted.
"Mr. Moore's illness has always been treated with care, you update the prescription every half month, there's no need for us to go there personally at all. Grandpa, tell me honestly, why do you want me to go to New York City?"
Although Oscar had expected that he wouldn't be able to hide it from Dahlia, she had already guessed it before he could even say a word.
This granddaughter of his is too smart.
Oscar stopped concealing anything and disclosed everything he knew.
When Oscar was young, he and Brandon Moore were comrades-in-arms and had a life-long friendship. Later on, they both got married, and the two decided to make a marriage contract for their children. Unfortunately, their children were not fated, so now they have to let their grandchildren fulfill the marriage.
Dahlia was once again shocked.
"So you want me to go on a blind date? I will not go. I have so many things on my hands, and my life is also very fulfilling. I don't need men at all."
Oscar was silent for a moment and then threw out his trump card.
"If you agree to go, I’ll buy you a mine and let you build a rare earth laboratory."
Dahlia’s eyes lit up in an instant, but she quickly restrained herself.
"Then, what if they don't like me? You also know that everyone has their preferences, right?!"
The little girl still had other conditions.
Oscar sighed. "Then what do you have in mind?"
"Half a year," Dahlia said straightforwardly. "Within half a year, if they and I don't like each other, then the engagement will be canceled. You also have an explanation for Mr. Moore, how about it?"
Oscar’s cane paused for a moment, he gritted his teeth and agreed. "Alright!"
...
At 10 o'clock the next day, Dahlia’s private plane arrived in New York City.
The cabin door opened, and Garrett, who had an afro, his eyes instantly went blank.
Her long black hair hangs down along her shoulders, and under her delicate facial features is an unusually cold face. Her curvy figure can be say the most perfect S-shape. What's even more amazing is her long, slender, and straight legs. Which are fair, firm, and perfectly fit.
Stunning legs.
These words came to Garrett’s mind in an instant.
Dahlia frowned and looked over.
Garrett hurriedly wiped the nosebleed and welcomed her warmly. "Big boss! You're finally here! I missed you so much!"
Dahlia raised her finger and easily pushed the person away. "Have you prepared what I want?"
Garrett pointed to the black suitcase next to his feet. "The wig, old sportswear, cosmetics... are all in there."
Dahlia hummed and continued walking forward.
Garrett followed behind with the suitcase in hand, not forgetting to chat.
"Hey, Big Boss, how long will you stay here to treat Mr. Moore this time? Do you want to come to the base to see us? Hey, by the way, are these things you want to use? They are too ugly. Even my great-grandma won't wear them like this. Hey, Big Boss... Big Boss, wait for me!"
Dahlia kept walking and spoke in a cold voice.
"Shut up! If you keep talking, I'll send you to Africa for a mission."
Garrett instantly fell silent.
...
Two hours later.
Dahlia Lewis finished changing her clothes and walked out of the room.
Her hair was yellow and had split ends, her clothes were too big and the sleeves were rolled up twice, and the skin on her body and face were dry and yellow. When she opened her mouth, her teeth and skin were the same color.
Garrett wished he could poke his eyes blind right away.
This... Is this that cool and beautiful Dahlia Lewis?!
I only heard of people making themselves more beautiful, I have never seen someone who insists on making themselves look ugly.
Dahlia ignored his beating chest and asked, "Garrett, how is it?"
What else could be done?
It's so ugly that even dogs shake their heads when they see it.
But Garrett didn't dare to say it. He was afraid that if he said it, he wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.
"Just... men will never have those worldly desires after seeing it, you understand what I mean right?!"
This was the most tactful way Garrett could think of.
Dahlia nodded with satisfaction.
This is the effect she wanted!
...
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Dahlia Lewis, who had changed her appearance, arrived at the train station.
Ten minutes later, a Mercedes-Benz, a nanny car parked at the roadside. A middle-aged man and woman got out of the car.
The man is the driver, Marshall, and the woman is the housekeeper of the Moore family, Felicia.
Felicia looked around but did not see any suitable figure. She said impatiently, "The train has arrived at the station, is the person lost?! It's so annoying. Wild people should just stay in the deep mountains, why enter the city for no reason."
Marshall had a good temper. "Don't be impatient. Let's wait a little longer."
After Dahlia saw the license plate number clearly, she walked straight over.
Seeing her approaching, Marshall and Felicia looked alert. Felicia even pinched her nose in disgust, took two steps back exaggeratedly, and waved her hands at her.
"Go, go, go, we have no money, if you want food, you have to go somewhere else."
She was treated as a beggar!
Dahlia didn't care and just said calmly, "I'm Dahlia Lewis. May I ask if you're here to pick me up?"
Now even Marshall was so shocked that he took a step back.
Felicia reacted first, her eyes were full of disgust, she opened her mouth and said, "Are you, Dahlia Lewis? Why do you look like this? How long has it been since you took a shower? Your body won't have fleas right?!"
Dahlia took out a black-and-white screen phone and pulled out a text message.
"Why don't you give Mr. Moore a call to confirm it?"
Felicia refused to pick up the phone, Marshall tilted his head to take a glance, it was indeed Mr. Moore’s private number.
He opened the door sideways. "Hello, Miss Lewis. You've had a hard journey, please get in the car."
An hour later, the car drove into the Moore family's villa.
Before getting out of the car, Felicia stopped Dahlia again and warned her in a low voice, "When you enter the villa, don't touch anything casually. This is not the deep mountains wilderness, it's not up to you to act wildly, you hear me!"
Dahlia turned to look out of the window.
There were already a lot of people standing at the door.
After looking around, she had an idea in her mind.
Pushing the door open and getting out of the car, Dahlia bowed deeply to the back seat of the car and said loudly, "Thank you, Mrs. Moore. I've remembered the words that you said!"
The car stopped at the doorstep, and everyone present heard Dahlia’s words.
The expression of Mrs. Moore, who was standing at the very front, immediately darkened.
Felica got out of the car in a panic and scolded Dahlia. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say that I'm Mrs. Moore!"
Dahlia pretended to be surprised. "Huh? You taught me so many rules along the way and wore very nice clothes, I thought you were Mrs. Moore."
Felicia was so angry that she wanted to tear Dahlia's mouth.
"That's enough!" Mrs. Moore glanced at Dahlia and gave a disdainful look.
I had heard that Dahlia Lewis came from the mountains, but I didn't expect her to be so ugly and vulgar!
Even glancing at her is a loath to Mrs. Moore. She frowned and said, "It's good that she's here. Marshall will take her to the study first. The old man is already waiting for her."
