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As he finished speaking, he added, “It’s free.”

Upon hearing that it was free, Mrs. Sherman took the pen, “What should I write?”

The fortune-teller said, “Just write whatever you’re thinking.”

Mrs. Sherman squinted her eyes, “Is it really free?”

“Of course.’

Mrs. Sherman held the pen and then wrote a character on the red paper.

Heaven.

Seeing this character, the fortune-teller continued, “In ancient times, emperors were compared to the Son of Heaven, so the word ‘heaven’ is not suitable for ordinary people. Older sister, what would you say the word

‘heaven’ without a horizontal stroke is?”

“Big,” Mrs. Sherman replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, the fortune-teller nodded, “Correct, removing one stroke from ‘heaven’ becomes ‘big.’ As the ancients said, the moon wanes after it waxes, and water overflows when it is full, which means that one should not be overly confident and arrogant. Your grandson is indeed an outstanding person, but he should also understand that there are always people better than us, and skies higher than any sky. It is only by restraining one’s impatience that one can find the person one will cherish for a lifetime. Indeed, he had a romantic opportunity today, but unfortunately, his excessive self-confidence has made him miss the chance.’

These words struck a chord in Mrs. Sherman’s heart.

Trevor Sherman had it all, if only he weren’t so arrogant.

Afterwards, the fortune-teller continued, “If he cannot see his true self in time and remains arrogantly self-confident as always, he will eventually fall by his own hand.’

“You’re absolutely right,” Mrs. Sherman looked at the fortune-teller, her tone much gentler, “Do you have any solutions to this?”

In fact, Mrs. Thompson was also anxious and had even advised Trevor many times.

But Trevor just wouldn’t listen.

The fortune-teller shook his head, “No one can help with this kind of matter; it’s up to him to come to his senses.” Mrs. Sherman sighed, “Thank you, Mr. He.”

“You’re welcome.’

Bright Island.

Watching Trevor hang up the phone, Declan asked curiously, “Was it Grandma Sherman who called?”

“Yeah.” Trevor put the phone back in his pocket, “Ignore her, let’s continue with our search.’

“No need to search any further; 1 think it’s her.” With that, Declan zoomed in on the screen.

The young girl’s hand also gradually enlarged.

After enlarging it ten times, they found that she was indeed holding a crumpled piece of paper.

Declan continued, “Look, Trevor, even the color of the crumpled paper is exactly the same.”

“How many colors can crumpled paper be?” Trevor retorted.

Declan said, “Who says crumpled paper is always white? If it’s a leaflet, then it’s colored. Besides, so far, we haven’t seen many people throwing crumpled paper.”

“It’s also possible that someone just tossed something randomly, and someone else picked it up, put it in a larger bag, and then threw the whole thing away, right?” Trevor said.

Declan frowned slightly, “Can’t rule out that possibility, but Trevor, why do I get the feeling that you seem to have some prejudice against this beautiful

As long as it was about Viola Thompson.

Regardless of what Declan said, Trevor always held opposing views.

“l don’t want to waste time on meaningless people,” Trevor said. Declan squinted his eyes, feeling that there was more to it than that.

Trevor continued, “You’re right in guessing, I know her.”

“You really know her!” Declan seemed to have caught a whiff of gossip, very excited.

“Yes.” Trevor nodded.

“What’s the beautiful girl’s name?” Declan immediately asked.

Trevor looked at Declan with a slight frown, then said, “She’s the Thompson Clan’s Adopted Daughter, Viola Thompson.”

The Thompson Clan’s Adopted Daughter?

Viola Thompson?

Upon hearing these words, Declan seemed to recall something and followed up, “Is she Terrence Lentz’s fake fiancée?”

“Yes.” Trevor nodded.

Declan stroked his chin, squinting his eyes and said, “No wonder people say that Terrence’s fake fiancée is pretty good-looking. Judging by her looks, she’s indeed quite beautiful – at least prettier than Elizabeth Thompson.”

“Beauty lies in one’s character, not appearance. How could she compare with Emma?” Trevor’s tone was filled with disgust.

Elizabeth Thompson was at least a hundred times better than Viola Thompson.

Declan went on, “l heard that the Thompson Clan’s Adopted Daughter had just been brought back from the countryside. It seems unlikely that she’s the one we’re looking for.”

Conditions in the countryside were limited, and many households did not even have a TV set, let alone a computer.

Obviously, that person should not be Viola Thompson.

“However, we shouldn’t rule out exceptions; what if Miss Thompson is a computer genius? Trevor, when did you start judging people by their appearance?” Declan asked with a smile..