Riches in Disguise novel Chapter 165

Louis had arranged for an Audi sedan, which could only fit five people at most. But with so many of us, it was clearly insufficient.

Mrs. Brown immediately said, "Here's what we'll do, Louis. You sit in the front with Veronica, and my two cousins and I will sit in the back. As for the three of you, you can take a separate taxi.

"It's already generous enough to invite you to eat with us, so don't overdo it and take our car as well. A taxi won't cost that much."

Mrs. Cylon quickly replied, "Oh, okay. We'll go on our own. Don't worry about us." She was clearly intimidated by Mrs. Brown and waved her hand repeatedly, speaking hesitantly.

I pulled out my phone and booked a taxi, which would take a few minutes to arrive.

Meanwhile, the others happily started getting in the car, chatting and laughing.

Felicia didn't care about such trivial matters. She affectionately linked arms with Mrs. Cylon and kept asking about the family's cornfield and her grandparents' health, acting very obedient and filial. This made me like her even more. After all, nothing was more important than living a solid, stable life.

When the taxi arrived, we got in, and I told the driver, "Just follow the car in front of us. We're going to the same place."

The driver nodded and stepped on the gas, heading forward.

I couldn't help but ask Mrs. Cylon, "Mrs. Cylon, why do you seem so afraid of Mrs. Brown? Is she really that scary?"

Mrs. Cylon sighed. "It's not that she's scary. It's just that her family handles many things. If I offend her, it will be difficult to get by when I return home."

"Now I understand."

It seemed that she wasn't weak. There were just things she couldn't say.

"You?" Mrs. Cylon widened her eyes at me. She suddenly clapped her hands and laughed.

"How could I be so dumb! I didn't think of that earlier. So you two are dating?"

She looked me over again, then nodded in satisfaction. "You're a good-looking man, and your eyes are clear. You're a good kid. But why did you give Felicia all that money? Don't tell me that you're thinking of proposing already. We don't have much in the way of a marriage gift."

"No, Mrs. Cylon. Felicia and I are only in our first year of college. We still have three years to go. How could we be thinking about a proposal? That money is just pocket money for her."

"Pocket money? That much?"

She was clearly taken aback.