Chapter Three Hundred Twenty-Four: The LOLITA cousin
"Ah, Xenia, my little Xenia, you've finally arrived! Come here, let godmother see if you've grown..."
As Basil Jaak and Xenia Wendleton just walked out of the airport exit, a loud voice echoed in the hall.
There, not far in front of the hall, stood two women dressed in gorgeous clothes.
One wore a colorful silk blouse with her hair put up, giving off the vibe of a wealthy lady. She looked to be only in her thirties, slightly plump, and was smiling cheerily; Basil guessed that she might be Xenia's godmother.
Next to the wealthy lady was a girl in her twenties, dressed in a long-sleeve shirt with a ponytail, looking youthful and beautiful, almost like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl, with a bright and cheerful smile on her face—definitely a great beauty.
"Godmother! Sister Caroline, why did you come to pick me up?"
Seeing them, Xenia immediately rushed over, giggling, and gave each of them a bear hug.