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Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

[Number one romance novel in the universe—face slapping, scum-torturing, power couple!] Isabella Thompson, who was abandoned in a village was suddenly brought home by her rich parents. Her father: You are different from your sister. She has a bright future ahead and is destined to be a phoenix who would soar the skies! There's no way she would marry a cripple! You are getting off easy here! Her mother: The Yu family is rich and powerful. Standing in for your sister in marriage is your food fortune! Know what's good for you! Theodore Yu used to be a famous prodigy, but lost his glow after a car accident and didn't even make it to high school. With one being a poor village bumpkin and the other a well-known piece of trash, they were a match for each other. But while everyone was waiting for Miss Thompson to make a fool of herself, she and that piece of trash appeared at a banquet where big shots gathered. Isabella Thompson: I came to work as a waitress. Theodore Yu: What a coincidence, I'm here to work part-time as well. Hence, everyone watched as they carried trays around for the whole night. *** On the day of their marriage, every important figure in the capital attended. Big Shot One: I'll help make arrangements for Mr. Yu's grand wedding! Big Shot Two: Welcome back to the capital, Miss Thompson! Big Shot Three:... Seeing those big shots who persistently made headlines, Grace Thompson was filled with regretful tears.

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1592 Chs

266: Don't Mess with the Little Princess of the Thompson Clan!_5

Viola Thompson impersonating as the Young Miss Thompson Family, is something the Thompson Clan will not let go.

"Viola!"

Even before the person arrived, his voice could be heard.

Sawyer Thompson rushed in from outside the door.

"Dad."

Viola stood up from her chair.

"Viola!"

Upon seeing Viola, Sawyer Thompson was extremely exhilarated, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Viola shook her head.

Sawyer quickly noticed Viola's hands were bound, and his face immediately grew grave, "Who did this?"

As he spoke, he began to untie the ropes from Viola's wrists.

Viola was pale.

The rope friction had left deep red marks on her fair wrists, some had even turned purple. The crisscrossing marks were chilling to witness.

The air pressure in the room was low.

Sawyer was so angry that he trembled.

His precious daughter, whom he couldn't bear to even scold, had been horribly mistreated today.

"Does it hurt?" Sawyer asked.

"No." Viola replied.

Sawyer felt even worse.