Better Life Without You. novel Chapter 142

She turned her head to look at William Walton, who was beside her.

Feeling her gaze, he looked back. "I don't know why they're here either."

From his expression, she could tell that he really didn't know.

After all, his hatred towards the Anderson family was no less than hers.

"Are we going to stay here?"

"The one who invited me was the old man. Since I was young, the old man has always been kind to me. I have to show my respect." He put his arm around her waist and walked inside.

Betty Anderson walked over while giggling. She was wearing a white short dress.

Because her chest was pressed down too low, the two lumps of flesh seemed as if they could leap out at any time.

When Laura saw her like this, she felt disgusted.

But Betty Anderson was different, smiling happily.

She looked at her warmly. "Laura, you've also come. What a coincidence. To be able to meet you here, isn't that a coincidence?"

With a cold face, she said, "I feel like I didn't check the calendar when I went out."

Betty Anderson was not angry either, and said with a kind look: "Girl, why do you love to be angry? I didn't say anything, you're already a big girl, stop playing around with your childish personality, Mr. Walton will blame you."

As she said that, she looked at William Walton bashfully: "Mr. Walton, long time no see."

William Walton raised his eyebrows, "Have we met each other before?"

The moment he finished speaking, she lowered her head and laughed.

He did it on purpose, of course.

Betty Anderson said somewhat embarrassedly: "Mr. Walton, you forgot, we met the last time at the club."

"Really? I have no impression of you."

Betty Anderson was a little embarrassed and immediately replied: "Laura was also present at that time, and your little brother, he was also present, right? Laura."

She looked at William Walton: "Really?"

William Walton raised his eyebrows: You're asking me? I told you, I don't remember. "

She looked warmly at Betty Anderson: "Miss Anderson, I won't disturb you any longer."

After she finished speaking, she looked at William Walton and said, "I'm a little hungry."

"Come, I'll take you to eat something."

The two circled around Betty Anderson and left, walking towards the long table to eat.

Betty Anderson turned around, gnashing her teeth with a face full of anger.

Her mother, Helen Anderson, walked over and asked in a low voice, "What happened? Why did you let them leave?"

Betty Anderson was not in a good mood: "It's all because of that slut, she has been causing trouble all this time."

"That b * tch actually dared to ruin my daughter's good fortune. I won't forgive her."

Betty Anderson looked at her mother: "Look at that, she is leaning so close to Mr. Walton, how am I supposed to develop my relationship with him?"

"Don't worry, we'll just wait and see."

Betty Anderson angrily followed Helen Anderson back to his father's side.

A few minutes later, the old man walked out of the villa with the support of the old steward.

Everyone gathered around to make small talk, and upon seeing that William Walton did not move, Laura asked curiously: "Why are you not going over? Didn't you say that the old man treats you well? "

"There are so many people. Annoying. Wait a moment, there's no hurry."

The crowd gradually dispersed from the old man's side.

The old man's gaze fell on William Walton.

William Walton smiled, and said to her: "Follow me."

After she put down the food in her hands, she followed William Walton to the side of the old man.

Edward Caffery nodded his head. "Filial piety is a good thing, but girls still need to dress properly before they can be dignified. Look at how well this girl is dressed."

Edward Caffery pointed to Laura.

Betty Anderson felt a burst of anger. This old fellow was really an old geezer.

She was wearing the latest dress of the season.

Laura was nobody.

Seeing Betty Anderson's angry expression, she smiled and bowed to the old man, "Thank you, General."

Edward Caffery nodded. He looked at William Walton: "William, I have something that I want to talk about with you alone. Come in with me."

William Walton said to Laura: "You come in as well."

Laura shook her head. "There's no need. You can go in. I'll go eat something by myself."

She wasn't stupid. The old man had already said that they'd talk alone.

William Walton smiled and nodded.

The two of them entered the living room and sat down. The old butler brewed tea for them.

The old man said, "William, I heard from Peter that you don't have a girlfriend yet."

William Walton smirked, "Peter told you that? He doesn't have girlfriend as well."

"That brat always has a stern face. Whichever girl dares to follow him, I'm worried that before I die, I'll be able to see him marry a wife and carry a great-grandson."

"Grandfather, don't say that. He is attractive."

"Let's not talk about that brat. The reason I called you over tonight is to repay a kindness."

"What?"

"That's right. When I was young, I owed that old man from the Anderson Clan a favor. I didn't even pay back this favor until he left. You know I don't want to owe others, ah."

"A few days ago, that son-in-law of his came looking for me and said he hopes for me to act as a matchmaker. After asking around, I found out that the person his daughter has set her eyes on is you."