If I can't be his lover, I'll be his aunt_1

Martin Jenkins said: "Alright, alright, that's it. Don't be late, or else you'll have to wait several months for the next opportunity."

Having said that, Martin Jenkins hung up the phone.

Lyra Smith: "..."

He said not to be late, but didn't specify what time she should arrive.

Moreover, it's the show that Erwin Jackson is starring in. She didn't know what role was missing. She knew that the show had just started filming recently, and the essential roles definitely wouldn't have her in it, she would have a chance at playing the nth female role.

If this were yesterday, she could have happily gone there.

But after the incident of sleeping with the wrong person, she felt a little sorry to Erwin Jackson.

At this thought, Lyra Smith tapped her forehead and sighed, "Being sentimental again."

Even if Erwin Jackson knew about it, he wouldn't care, because he didn't like her.

Lyra Smith unlocked her mobile phone and dialed Sophia Jackson's number.

Currently, the only one by her side who knew about this was Sophia Jackson, so Sophia was the only one she could seek comfort from. As the call was being picked up, Lyra Smith thought to herself that everyone around her seemed to have the Jackson surname.

The man she liked had the surname Jackson!

Her best friend had the surname Jackson!

The man she slept with had the surname Jackson!

She must have had some grudges against those with the surname Jackson in her previous life!

Sophia Jackson answered her call right away and exclaimed in surprise: "Lyra, it's good to know you're still alive."

"Could you speak like a human?" Lyra Smith sounded drained.

Sophia Jackson asked her: "Did my uncle Morris do anything to you?"

Lyra Smith sat up from her bed and walked to the balcony to take the call, "As the old saying goes, lovers of a day may share a lifetime's affection, Morris Jackson shouldn't do anything to me, right?"

After hearing this, Sophia Jackson agreed: "He probably isn't."

"But now I feel really sorry to Erwin Jackson." Lyra sat down in a hanging swing chair and gently rocked herself, sighing, "Then what is my affection for Erwin Jackson all about?"

After giving it some thought, Sophia Jackson answered, "It could be an idiom."

"..." She was speechless.

Sophia Jackson asked: "The most excellent person in the Jackson family is my Uncle Morris, every woman in San Carlos wishes to marry him, why do you like Erwin Jackson, who always fades in comparison to my uncle?"

Lyra Smith: "I just like him, I've liked him since that time."

"That time?"

"Um, it's a long story, I'll tell you later."

"It's not another misunderstanding, is it?"

"What misunderstanding? I'm very clear about this." Lyra Smith has always thought she's clear-minded.

Sophia Jackson then stopped talking about this and said: "I have a feeling you won't end up marrying Erwin Jackson, if you can't marry him, don't lose heart, being his aunt would be a good choice too."

Lyra Smith: "???"

She desperately tried to deceive herself, "If you don't say it and I don't say it, Erwin Jackson won't know."

But Sophia Jackson reminded her at this moment: "Isn't Iris Mitchell also aware of this?"

Lyra Smith was stunned.

Sophia Jackson: "Didn't you say that you encountered Iris Mitchell when you came out of the Moonlight Hotel?"

Iris Mitchell!

Damn! She almost forgot about Iris Mitchell!

Lyra Smith got up from the hanging swing chair, looking very anxious.

Sophia Jackson continued on the phone: "Even if Iris Mitchell doesn't let the cat out of the bag, Uncle Morris would never allow you to marry Erwin Jackson. Why are you still thinking about Erwin Jackson, that good-for-nothing man? Isn't Uncle Morris much better?"

Lyra Smith couldn't listen to Sophia Jackson anymore.

At the moment, all she had in her mind was: Iris Mitchell knows about this! Iris Mitchell knows about this!

This morning, Iris Mitchell noticed the mark on her neck; she thought she was with Erwin Jackson last night and admitted without guilt.

She doesn't know how much Iris Mitchell knows now...

The more Lyra thought about it, the more flustered she became, and said to Sophia on the phone: "Iris Mitchell is a bug, I will have to fix this bug. I'll talk to you later."

After hearing this, Sophia Jackson said, "Alright then."

Immediately after hanging up the phone, Lyra Smith rushed downstairs with her mobile phone in her hand.