Chapter 1590: 392: Shameless! _1 Chapter 1590: 392: Shameless! _1 In Mrs. Price’s eyes, not just anyone is worthy to become the daughter-in-law of the Price family.

After all, she has only this one son.

This son of hers, not only is he exceptional, he has also joined the S Laboratory and is bound to have a bright future.

He’d either marry the prized daughter of a well-established family in Capital City,
Or he’d marry the daughter of a high-ranking official.

So when she saw that Chandler was actually walking with this little girl, Mrs. Price was suddenly seething in anger.

Although she didn’t know Viola Thompson, she could tell from Viola’s features that this girl was no simpleton.

With such good looks, she surely must have had plastic surgery.

These types of women usually have one simple goal.

And that is to marry into wealth.

With that thought, Mrs. Price’s brows slightly creased and she looked at the driver, instructing him to “Follow them.”

“Yes.”

The driver slowed down to keep up with the couple.

There were many cars heading to the Night Market.

Mrs. Price’s car was nothing out of the ordinary and didn’t catch Chandler’s attention at all.

Mrs. Price’s gaze remained on Viola’s face.

Over the years, she has seen all types of beauties.

But someone like Viola, she was seeing for the first time.

What was even more rare was that although she had clearly had plastic surgery, she didn’t have a trace of it on her face.

No wonder she could bewitch Chandler like this.

The light turned red up ahead.

Traffic began to pile up.

Mrs. Price squinted her eyes, asking, “What’s the place up there?”

There were only a few places where traffic built up in River City.

“Up ahead is the famous Night Market Food City.” The driver replied.

Owing to her lofty upbringing, Mrs. Price was untouched by the financial struggles of normal people. She frequented Michelin-star restaurants so it was understandable that she didn’t know about food markets.

Upon hearing the driver, Mrs. Price creased her brows.

Night Market?

In her impression, there wasn’t much difference between Night Markets and sidewalk stalls, both predominantly sold junk food, and they were very unhygienic too.

In Mrs. Price’s eyes, Chandler has always been a good boy, never indulging in roadside junk food.

But now!

He actually came to such a place.

With this thought, Mrs. Price’s brows furrowed deeply.

Without having to second guess, she knew her son was surely led astray by that wild girl.

After all, street food is for lower-class people.

Mrs. Price took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down, and then instructed: “Turn around and return.”

“Yes.” The driver nodded.

The driver made a U-turn at the intersection.

Meanwhile.

Viola and Chandler arrived at Food Street.

The place was buzzing and swarming with people, the air filled with the aroma of various delicacies.

Chandler found a spot to sit down and asked Viola, “Boss, what do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it! You just hold our spot.”

Seats were in high demand at Food Street, if there wasn’t someone holding the spot, they would have to stand to eat later.

Viola said, “I’ll have a Milk Tea. By the way, what are you having?”

Chandler replied, “I want to eat potato vermicelli.”

Viola laughed and said, “Then get me a bowl of potato vermicelli as well.”

“Sure.” Chandler nodded.

Shortly after, Chandler came back with Viola’s favorite Milk Tea.

He also brought back two bowls of potato vermicelli.

They ate their food while discussing laboratory matters.

After a while, Viola asked: “Chandler, I remember you’re a local from River City, right?”

“Yes.” Chandler sucked a mouthful of potato vermicelli, somewhat embarrassed, he said, “Boss, my last name is… Price. It’s Price, like the tree.”

At that, Viola was a bit taken aback.

She had always been forgetful, it hadn’t occurred to her that she had gotten Chandler’s name wrong.

Realizing her mistake, Viola immediately apologized, “Chandler Price, I’m really sorry, I won’t get it wrong next time.”

“It’s okay Boss,” Chandler said with a smile, “People often get my name wrong.”

An hour later, the two left Food Street.

Just as they were leaving Food Street, Viola spotted a familiar figure.

It was her boyfriend, Terrence Lentz.

“Lentz!” Viola waved to him and greeted him.

“Viola.” Terrence Lentz walked towards them.

Viola, hand in hand with Terrence Lentz, introduced him to Chandler, “This is my boyfriend, Terrence Lentz. Lentz, this is our lab’s newest member, Chandler Price.”

Being a born and bred River City local, Chandler obviously knew who Terrence Lentz was.

After all, his parents often told him in his youth that if he didn’t study hard, he would end up like Terrence Lentz.

He had heard rumors that the young Miss Thompson, Viola Thompson, was Terrence Lentz’s girlfriend. He initially thought it was a joke,
But he hadn’t expected it to be true.

What surprised Chandler even more was that the good-for-nothing boy from the rumors turned out to be a very outstanding one with a striking presence.