Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Before she reasoned it out, the servant's voice alarmed again, "Please hurry, Miss Moore. Mr. Lawson has been waiting in his study."

Puzzled, she quickly got dressed and accompanied the servant to the study room.

Wilson still sat in his old spot. Seeing Verena's arrival, he removed his glass and said, "How is it going?"

"Not great I am afraid." Verena couldn't be bothered to lie, "No progress at all, I should say."

Wilson chuckled and looked at her, "Tough, isn't he, my second son?"

"Why I sensed that you are proud of that?" Verena didn't evade his vision.

"Yes, I am proud. And I will never believe that you are only 18 years old if you haven't shown me your identity card." Wilson sighed lightly, "You are mature enough with your composure and reason, compared with most girls in your age."

Composure and reason?

Maybe they did partially exist in her. But when she was facing his son, Lemuel, all she could feel was rage, impulse and panic. Nothing was remotely connected to composure and reason.

Verena didn't act dramatically when she heard Lord Wilson's compliment, but only replied casually, "One's environment forges his character. I don't think that you asked me here only to chat. Is there anything you want?"

Wilson opened the drawer behind his desk silently and picked up a sandal-wood box. He handed the box to Verena.

It was very exquisite with gold scriptures in its edges. She figured it must be very expansive. With several puzzled glances, she asked, "what is this?"

"This is the urn of Lemuel's mother." As Wilson explained, his eyes fell on the box, the love and sadness in the old days through his mind.

"Urn?" she murmured, and was further puzzled, "then why would you give me this?"

Wilson flashed a glance at her and said, "It can help you seal the deal with Lemuel."

"How are the two related?" she begun to feel that the Lawson family was more and more mysterious.

"This is what Lemuel want most. It may be of your assistance when the timing is right!"

"How comes the most thing Lemuel want be her mother's urn?" she

Swed and arranged severe

observation at the um.

"All right, that is all I have to say. It's getting late, you should rest now!"

Before she returned to her room, Verena was still absorbed in her thoughts regarding the urn.

More and more she realized how

queer and irregular the matter had become. What Lemuel wanted most was an urn, an urn where his mother's remained rest in peace.

She guessed that bizarre secrets were common among wealthy families, and the Lawson family was no exception.

However, she was still curious about what the secret was.

After several careful examinations at the antique yet nonetheless luxurious urn, Verena finally fell asleep. Here came another day.

The weather was still gloomy after a night of blizzard. The sky was cloudy, and the icy winter blew fiercely.

Verena had regained energy after a night's sleep. Her immunity was always impeccable.

She opened the door, and saw

Sammy sitting in front of his room with a Tibetan Mastiff dog. He was

even shorter than the dog. It was amusing seeing his tiny body invisible from the side.

Sammy rushed into Verena's arms and hugged her neck when he saw the door open.

"Hey, shouldn't you be at school today? Little Sammy?" she lightly touched his nose and asked.

"We don't have to go to school today because it's Sunday! Would you please take me and Roy out so we can play? Miss Pretty?"

"Of course! But where would you want to go?"☐☐☐☐☐☐