Chapter 1631: 400: Is that Miss Song? _2 Chapter 1631: 400: Is that Miss Song? _2 Eva Webster was doing this deliberately.

It was a ploy to provoke someone into action.

She certainly knew all the little schemes in Beatrice Black’s heart; not willing to let go of Isla Astir’s money, but on the other hand, she looked down on Isla Astir’s education level, always feeling that George Armstrong could find someone better.

In Beatrice Black’s eyes, Isla Astir was nothing more than a backup option.

Only if George Armstrong really couldn’t find anyone better would she reluctantly choose Isla Astir as a daughter-in-law.

And Beatrice Black was an old fox herself.

She had a good grasp of Eva Webster’s intentions and, with a smile, said, “Haven’t I already said that we should not talk about this matter for now? Our George should still focus on his studies.”

Stopping there for a moment, Beatrice Black continued, “Eva, I’m not bragging, but my nephew George has got everything–looks, height, education, and character. Finding a girl like Isla is easy, not just one, we could pick any out of ten with our eyes closed.”

“So, if Isla wants to find a boyfriend, I’m not stopping her. She can go look if she pleases, but I’m laying it out here and now–Isla definitely can’t find a boy who is better than our George in any way!”

What kind of boyfriend could someone like Isla Astir even find?

Probably just some oddballs and misfits.

If Isla Astir could have found someone better, she wouldn’t be chasing after George Armstrong.

Eva Webster’s face maintained a polite smile, “Auntie, I’m going to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Actually, Isla is a really good girl. A degree doesn’t equate to everything. Besides, in a couple’s life, it’s fine if just one person has a high level of education…”

Beatrice Black felt that Eva Webster was trying to harm George Armstrong and quickly changed the subject, cutting her off, “Eva, look at the scenery by the river tonight, isn’t it lovely?”

She wasn’t foolish.

If George Armstrong could clearly find a better girlfriend, why would she have George marry Isla Astir?

What was Isla Astir worth anyway?

Not wanting to discuss it further, Beatrice Black left Eva Webster no choice but to avoid the topic.

Her aunt really had high hopes.

Sadly,
her luck was as fragile as paper.

At that moment, Isla Astir, who was walking in front, slowed down and turned back to look at Beatrice Black and Eva Webster, “Auntie, Eva, there’s a Milk Tea Shop ahead, should we go have some milk tea?”

With such an offer, Beatrice Black naturally wouldn’t refuse and quickly nodded, “Oh yes, that’s very thoughtful of Isla, I am indeed thirsty after the meal.”

Eva Webster could not stand Beatrice Black’s vulgar behavior, acting as if she’d never had milk tea before in her life.

Always looking to take advantage of any cheap offer.

How embarrassing!

Eva Webster let go of Beatrice Black’s arm and looked at Isla Astir, then said, “Isla, I’m going to take a stroll by the river, so I won’t join you for milk tea.”

This area was famously affluent, and you might even bump into members of the second rich generation while enjoying the night view and make some friends.

Isla Astir nodded, “Alright then.”

Eva Webster walked away.

Beatrice Black caught up with Isla Astir, smiling, “Isla, where is this Milk Tea Shop where we will go for a drink?”

“Just up ahead there.”

Beatrice Black looked towards the front, her eyes instantly lighting up.

She knew that milk tea place.

Even the cheapest cup there was eighty bucks.

Tsk!

Why did Isla Astir have to be so nice to her?

It was only to win her over and then marry George Armstrong!

What a joke.

Isla Astir should take a good look at what she’s got.

Thinking that she could marry George Armstrong?

Get in line!

After all, the girls who wanted to marry George were queued up in lines as long as several streets.

Though this was what she thought internally, Beatrice Black’s mouth didn’t stop praising Isla Astir, “Isla is really capable, such expensive milk tea–I wouldn’t usually splurge at home!”

“Your parents are so lucky to have raised such a filial and money-making daughter like you!”

Hearing these words, George Armstrong felt a headache coming on.

He had a particular disdain for his mother.

Was it really necessary to be so fawning over a cup of milk tea?

To have no backbone as a person!

Beatrice Black sighed again, “Life really is different for each person. Our Christina is several years older than you! The money she made in a few years isn’t even as much as what you make in a month!”

At that, Christina Armstrong silently lowered her head.

Even now, she regretted not having studied well.

If only she could have been as impressive as Isla Astir!

Olivia Armstrong then spoke, “But you can’t really say that, not everyone can draw comics, and our Isla makes her money with difficulty too. You only see her spending money, but you don’t see her working until midnight. Even if Christina makes less, her job is a lot more relaxed.”