Chapter 52: What do you mean about Reginald?

The steps in front of the main entrance of the house were covered with a thick white shag carpet.

Pale pink flower petals crumbled down on it.

Reginald was sitting on one side of the carpet, wearing an ink-colored shirt, with the collar's buttons casually unbuttoned, revealing his bronze-colored skin, his long, slender legs stretched out in front of him, a tablet PC in one hand, reading information, and one hand resting on the body of the person beside him.

Heloise was lying on the long steps, her head resting on his lap, reading a newspaper in her hand upside down.

His hand rubbed her face every now and then.

Yet again, they didn't bother each other.

The sun shone down in front of the vintage house, both of them were sitting on the doorstep, one lying down and the other sitting, with hyacinth bud petals at their feet, some of the meaning of the quiet and beautiful time.

But Heloise was forced, she was hard pressed on the head by Reginald to lie on his lap.

He was masterful and impudent.

This time Reginald stayed for some days and Heloise was also stuck in Hyacinth Garden, unable to go out.

Luckily, Reginald was treating her like a little pet these days, making fun of her and not really doing anything bad to her.

Now, she should continue to plan for herself.

The most important thing for her was to revenge and to gain a foothold in this country.

About revenge, she had asked Lucas ThankGod to send people to help her keep an eye on the Brook's family, so that she could obtain the first-hand news.

As for gaining a foothold, how to get enough money was the fundamental issue. Lucas wanted to give it to her, but she refused him. It's better to go on her own to make money.

How could she make fast money? It was a question.

Heloise looked at the text all upside down in the newspaper in her hands. Suddenly she saw a large headline -

[The Turquoise Award is back, the highest association in the international painting world is now inviting painters from all over the world for an online exhibition grand prize competition in order to unearth the talented artists].

She looked at the attractive prize money. Worthy of being the highest association, the first prize was worth as high as 3 million Phoenixfell dollars!

Heloise had an idea immediately.

"Did the little blighter get tired of staying in Hyacinth Garden before thinking of loitering out?"

Reginald's low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded above her head.

Startled, Heloise resisted the urge to look at his expression and continued to stare at the newspaper in a demented manner.

Reginald didn't expect her to say anything, but put down his tablet PC and raised his voice, "Ben."

Ben immediately went out of the house, "Yes? Mr. Wordsworth."

"When is the Turquoise Award having its final?" Reginald asked.

"..."

Heloise suspected that Reginald had planted a bug in her body, and he could read her inner thoughts.

Why else would he mention it before she just had a flash of inspiration in her mind?

"On Wednesday after two weeks, the organizers have rented Illuminati Art Gallery, owned by the Wordsworth's Consortium, as the final venue, and the celebrities will come by then." Ben replied immediately, "We've received the invitation, are you going?"

Mr. Wordsworth had always disliked these boring events.

He was originally ready to put it off.

"I'll take the little blighter around there and see the world so that she doesn't wander off on her own again while I'm absent."

Reginald said, reaching over and giving Heloise's face a squeeze.

He didn't like her being out of his control.

"..."

She'd rather run around alone than follow him, okay?

Heloise's head hurt just hearing it.

"Yes, Mr. Wordsworth, I'll make the arrangements, the organizers have also invited you to be on the list of the presenters for the awards, are you going to refuse it?" Ben asked again.

"I'll just stay with my little blighter."

He wasn't interested at all in that presenters' list.

"Yes."

Ben nodded and backed off.

Heloise lay in Reginald's lap and looked once more at the paper in her hands. The finals were being held in two weeks, and the deadline for submission day was this weekend.

She pursed her lips.

...

At the Brook's.

It had been a week before Coral had walked out of her house, and she had not even gone to class.

What happened at the Golden Cloud Hotel had left a strong psychological shadow on her, and now all the people who went to her birthday party knew that she had offended the savior of the ThankGod's family, and they all cut off contact with her.

As if she was a virus, they all avoided her as far away as possible.

"Ko, ko…"

The door of the room was knocked.

Grace stood outside the room door and called her name heartily, "Coral honey, if you stay in your room this way and don't eat or drink, you'll screw up your health, come out and eat something, okay?"

"..."

There was no sound in the room.

"Your tutor has called from the university several times. You are the most excellent student and you are the hope of the university. You can't keep staying at home without attending classes." Grace continued with her dinner plate.

Coral buried her whole body in the quilt, listening to Grace rambling outside, grabbed the pillow and threw it on the floor, shouting, "I'm not going, now everyone knows about me, apologizing on my knees. What am I going to do at university? Should I let them laugh at me and disgrace myself? I won't go, I won't go, even if I die!"

"Honey ..."

Grace was so worried.

"Okay, I'll do it." Brady approached Grace, reached out and knocked on the door, his face sullen, and said, "Coral, you come out at once. I have something to discuss with you."

"I'm not going out, let me die in my room!"

Coral exclaimed.

Had she ever suffered this kind of strong humiliation since she was a child? Never!

She could clearly sense that Spicy Thank God was Heloise, but she couldn't find any evidence, and she couldn't even trace her, and the bodyguards who went out to pursue her were all hospitalized for rabies vaccination.

There was no way to take out the resentment in her heart.

So why was she going out? She was pampered until she grew up. How could she stand others looking at her with a strange look?

"Coral, I have a way to untie your heart. Do you want to know that?" Brady said.

Hearing this, Coral stretched her head out of the covers, rolled her eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, ran to the door in her slippers and pulled the door open to look at Brady, "Dad, are you sending someone to BlueWolf Mountain to see if that little bastard Heloise is still there? Or find her already killed?"

Coral had been home for days, not washing her face or combing her hair, and at the moment it was disheveled like a griffin, startling Grace.

Brady frowned at her, "I told you. It is easy to get in on BlueWolf Mountain but hard to get out. If I sent someone to check it out, I'm afraid that my political competitors would find evidence against me!"

His daughter was so silly that she asked such a stupid question.

BlueWolf Mountain was not the Brook's backyard, otherwise he would have sent someone to check if Heloise was dead or not.

Upon hearing this, Coral drooped her head in frustration, "Then how will you make me happy?"

How could she be relieved of her hatred without finding Heloise out and beating her to a bloody pulp?

"Reginald."

Brady looked at her and said word for word.

At that, Coral's eyes immediately widened and she looked at him in dismay, "Dad, what do you mean by that?"

What does this have to do with Reginald?

"Clean yourself up before you come out, how can you be worthy of being my Brady's daughter when a little setback makes you frustrated like this!" Brady glared at her coldly before turning to leave.

Coral stood in a daze.

The name of Reginald hooked her soul like a magic spell, and she immediately turned her head and ran into the bathroom to start freshening up.

After that, Coral finally put herself together and quickly walked into the living room, eagerly sat down next to Brady, grabbed his hand and asked, "Dad, as you mentioned just now, what do you mean about Reginald?"