LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Sandra Simpson’s heart raced.

Yes.

She was Jun Chester’s friend.

But what was the point of Jun Chester mentioning this in front of Bella?

Who was she?

Who was he?

Forget it, although you’re a Straight-E, you also mean well, let’s leave it at that!

She had to leave Chester Fortress quickly to avoid being blamed by Bella!

Thinking this, Sandra Simpson immediately apologized to Bella.

“Mrs. Chester, rest assured. I won’t say a word about today’s events. I have a tight lip.”

With that, Sandra Simpson didn’t wonder why Bella was kneeling before Jun Chester and immediately left.

Just as she started to take a step, she thought of something.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mrs. Chester, my visit today was really not intentional!”

“As for Silver Collar Assets’ investment in my small company, please don’t take it to heart, just forget about it!”

“Don’t worry. Our performance report for the second half of this year will definitely not disappoint Silver Collar Assets!”

“I, I have to go now!”

Bella was almost in tears, and immediately stood up to speak to Sandra Simpson.

“You, don’t go, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were his friend, I said the wrong thing just now, please forgive me!”

At that, Bella looked at Jun Chester again, her voice choked.

“Jun, I know, I’ve been arrogant again, and I haven’t learned my lesson, but for the sake of my sister, please don’t bear a grudge against me!”

Sandra Simpson was dumbfounded on the spot.

The richest woman in Lordran, Bella, apologizing to her?

She even called Jun Chester…

Sister?

Jun Chester, the brother-in-law of the richest woman in Lordran?

Jun Chester’s attitude towards Bella was still as cold as ice.

“Don’t make a fool of yourself here. Go prepare tea, my student wants to make a rubbing of the characters on the ground, and you must treat him well!”

Only then did Bella notice Woods Randall.

Her eyelids jumped suddenly.

Woods Randall…

Since when did he become Jun Chester’s student?

Last time she went to Aytwhistdon to attend a conference, she saw with her own eyes the Supreme Lord stopped in front of Woods Randall.

The two old men talked happily.

It was said that the “governing policy” in Supreme Lord’s office was personally written by Mr. Woods.

Just last year, she went to find Woods Randall, but she didn’t even get a glimpse of the old man.

No matter how much money she was willing to offer, he simply didn’t deign to sell his paintings to commercial companies.

Now, Jun Chester actually called Woods Randall his student?

But when she thought of Supreme Lord lighting a cigarette for Jun Chester, what else was impossible?

With this in mind, Bella hurriedly patted the dust off her stockings.

“Alright, I’ll go prepare the tea right away, please don’t be angry, please don’t be angry.”

At that, Bella asked Woods Randall again.

“Sir, what kind of tea do you like?”

Woods Randall replied casually.

“Anything will do.”

At this moment, Woods Randall really didn’t have time to care about anything else.

He had already put on his reading glasses, leaned down to the ground, and carefully examined the various details of the characters on the ground.

“Harold, quickly surround these characters with our tools! Don’t let them be blown away by the wind!”

“And give me the largest pencil!”

“Supreme Lord has made progress since those days! The characters he wrote with a tree branch are so beautiful and calm!”

“Wonderful!”

Bella, who was next to him, heard Woods Randall’s words and felt her heart almost stop.

These characters on the ground!

Were they written by that old man?

Was this really true? She must be dreaming!

Even if Jun Chester was from the direct line of The Chester family, that old man wouldn’t write characters for him, would he?

What was going on?

Just then, Jun Chester’s phone rang.

It was a photo sent by Supreme Lord.

In the photo was the old man’s autograph.

Jun Chester hesitated slightly.

The phone rang again, and it was still a photo.

It was the old man’s personal seal, with accompanying text below.

“When I wrote those characters, I didn’t sign my name, so I’d better sign it. This way, the influence of Lordran National College will be greater. These photos were taken by my wife in my study, and the size should be fine.”

Jun Chester replied with two words.

“Understood.”

Soon, the old man replied with another message.

“Did you call my daughter?”

Jun Chester sent another message to the old man.

“I sent her a text message with your prescription. Wait for her to call you back.”

The old man replied to Jun Chester with a “fist-holding” emoji.

Jun Chester smiled and shook his head when he saw it. Surprisingly, the old man was quite trendy.

Immediately, Jun Chester sent the two photos to Harold Pritchard’s phone.

Then, Jun Chester casually instructed Harold Pritchard.

“Harold, I’ve sent you Supreme Lord’s seal and his signature. After you’ve finished making the rubbings of these characters on the ground, add those things next to them, should be no problem, right?”

Harold Pritchard finished looking at the two photos Jun Chester sent him.

Blood and energy surged, emotions swelled.

His voice trembled.

“No, no problem!”

Woods Randall, lying on the ground, widened his eyes.

“The Supreme Lord’s seal?”

Jun Chester spoke calmly.

“It was just sent to my phone. Check the size. Will they work? If not, I’ll call his wife and ask her to take a few more.”

Woods Randall, like an old rabbit, jumped up and grabbed Jun Chester’s phone to take a look.

As an artist, a scholar.

After a long time, he managed to utter two words.

“Holy shit!”

Sandra Simpson mustered the courage to glance at Jun Chester’s phone.

When she saw the Supreme Lord’s seal, she almost fainted.

When she looked at Jun Chester again, her expression could not be described as shocked.

It was a complete mental breakdown.

The once-super Straight-E actually had the Supreme Lord’s phone number, and his wife’s as well…

She had just thought about following him!

What kind of monster was she following?

No wonder Bella had acted so humbly in front of him earlier.

If it were her, she would feel humbled too!

What’s wrong with feeling humbled?

It’s an honor!

A great honor!

After a long time, Sandra Simpson finally asked a question.

“Jun Chester, what, what’s going on with you?”

Jun Chester was puzzled.

“What’s going on?”

Sandra Simpson, trembling, pointed at the words on the ground.

Jun Chester finally understood and explained casually.

“Nothing much, just want to build a public university.”

Sandra Simpson’s voice changed.

“How… how much will that cost?”

Jun Chester shook his head.

“Not sure, maybe a few hundred billion for now, and more funds later. By the way, I remember you were good at math when we were in school. Can you handle the budget for a public university?”

Sandra Simpson was about to say something.

Jun Chester continued.

“Never mind, you can’t. You only went to community college, right? Too weak.”

Sandra Simpson was furious.

“I can’t? How about you? You didn’t even get into college! You never handed in homework, and every single exam paper was blank!”