Chapter 1594: 393: Miss Hua educating on how to be a human, Miss Song, I’m really sorry!_1 Chapter 1594: 393: Miss Hua educating on how to be a human, Miss Song, I’m really sorry!_1 Upon hearing this, Isla Astir was stunned.

What was Eva Webster saying?

They were going the same way?

In what direction?

Isla was speechless.

How could Eva Webster suggest that they were headed in the same direction when she didn’t even know where Isla was going?

Isla never expected that Eva Webster would make such a remark.

She had previously thought of Eva Webster as self-righteous.

And now…

Such words didn’t fit the profile of someone so supposedly upright.

Hearing this, Mandel Thompson turned to look at Isla, whose surprised expression immediately told him what was happening.

Over the years, although he had not been in a serious relationship, he had encountered some women’s tactics to get ahead.

But now that Eva Webster had spoken, Mandel felt it would be rude to deny her outright.

Besides, Eva Webster was Isla’s cousin, after all.

One doesn’t look only at the monk, but also at the Buddha-it was out of respect for his relationship with Isla.

Mandel nodded slightly, smiling, “Of course, Miss Daisy, please.”

Looking at the polite and refined Mandel Thompson, Isla felt a surge of excitement.

Her heartbeat was racing.

She thought to herself: how wonderful it would be if the man before her was indeed her boyfriend.

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” Eva Webster replied, turning to Isla. “I’m fortunate to be in Isla’s company today.”

Isla responded with a courteous smile.

While speaking, Eva Webster took Isla’s hand and led her into the car.

As for why she held onto Isla’s hand…

First, she was afraid that Isla might leave her behind and sit in the passenger seat of Mandel’s car.

The front passenger seat was typically reserved for the girlfriend.

Aside from her…

No one else was allowed to sit there.

Second, she wanted to demonstrate the close bond between her and Isla.

Soon, all three of them were in the car.

After buckling his seatbelt, Mandel looked back at the two and asked, “By the way, Miss Daisy, where are we heading?”

Upon hearing this, Eva Webster was momentarily taken aback before turning to Isla, “We’re going to the Rainbow Tower.”

She’d already checked; Mandel’s company was located near the Rainbow Tower.

Looking at Isla, it seemed she was on her way to discuss a partnership with Mandel’s company.

So, it was safe to say they were headed to this address.

“Alright.”

The Astir family home was quite a distance from the Rainbow Tower.

Once in the car, Eva Webster began making conversation.

As they chatted, the conversation suddenly turned to Isla’s school, “Isla, you’re studying at Capital City Normal University, right?”

Eva Webster specifically emphasized the term ‘Normal University.’
Capital City Normal University was just a regular university.

But Mandel was a graduate of Capital University, even pursuing his post-graduate studies at the prestigious Harang University. He was a bona fide geek.

Isla nodded, “Yes.”

Eva Webster smiled, saying, “No wonder you’re such a good cartoonist, Isla. Students of liberal arts are usually quite meticulous and articulate. We’re different. I’ve never heard of a writer or illustrator emerging from our Hushe University of Science.”

The gap between Hushe University of Science and Capital City Normal University was more than just a tad.

Hushe University of Science was a renowned science university, equalling the status of Capital University.

If not, Eva Webster would never have been able to earn an annual salary of six hundred thousand yuan in her remote hometown.

By saying this, Eva wanted to convey to Mandel that her educational qualifications were significantly higher than Isla’s.

And as an individual, she also surpassed Isla.

Thus, Eva continued, “However, being successful in cartooning and writing also depends on luck sometimes, Isla. You’re truly fortunate! I’m so envious of you!”

With a casual remark, Eva Webster attributed all of Isla’s efforts to luck.

In fact, that was exactly what she also thought.

Isla was merely lucky.

If her luck wasn’t that good, she would have froze to death the moment she was discarded.

Because her mother had told her that just a day after Mrs. Astir had brought Isla home, temperatures plummeted, causing a massive snowstorm.

If Isla’s luck had been just a tad worse, her comic books wouldn’t be as popular as they were.

There were undoubtedly plenty of people in the world who were more talented and better comic artists than Isla.

What made Isla so successful?

Wasn’t it just good luck!

Isla clearly heard the hidden meaning in Eva Webster’s words, but she didn’t want to argue. She simply said lightly, “Yes, I am quite lucky indeed.”

She had always been very grateful to fate.

Grateful for the chance to meet her parents.

Grateful for the chance to fall in love with comics.

At this point, Mandel Thompson, who had remained silent, finally spoke. “Sometimes, luck is also a form of ability.”