Chapter 133 The Charmer
Willow continued to think.
A domineering man like Felix deserved to be conquered by a gentle woman like me.
There was no man I couldn’t get once I set my sights on him.
Lucas was no exception.
Kenneth was no exception.
And Felix certainly wouldn’t be the first to me.
Willow glanced at the glamorous woman next to her, which is Felix’s mother.
To get Felix, I didn’t necessarily have to target him directly.
A roundabout tactic, winning his mother’s favor first, which could work just as well.
If I could secure the affections of Felix’s mother, Felix would be within my grasp.
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A perfect, innocent smile bloomed on Willow’s face. “Casey, we had such a good time in Balewood. Why
did you insist on coming to Hoverdale?”
Yes, I called her “Casey,” not “Madam.”
I had decided from the beginning to be best friends with Felix mother.
No woman could resist being called young and beautiful.
When Willow had first met Casey, she had gasped in exaggerated awe. “Miss, what’s your skin care routine? Your skin is so pale and smooth, which like a baby’s! And your figure is amazing! You must teach me your secrets!”
A woman in her fifties being called “Miss” and showered with compliments by a girl in her early twenties?
Casey was thrilled.
Of course, as a wealthy socialite, flattery was nothing new to her.
But Willow was from Hoverdale. Her accent made it clear she wasn’t from Balewood. That made Casey think Willow didn’t recognize her and wasn’t just spouting empty praise.
Besides, Willow had a talent for playing the pure, clueless engineer.
Under the gaze of those wide, “innocent” eyes, Casey instantly believed every word.
Just like that, the two grew closer.
The most clever part is Willow pretended not to know she was by the Brooker family. Even today, at the 80th birthday banquet of the Madam Kate. She acted as if this was just a fun trip to Hoverdale with her “best friend.”
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be so happy to see that I have such a great friend!”
Casey chuckled. “Actually, today is my husband’s mother’s 80th birthday. I’m here for the party, but maybe I can stop by afterwards.”
Willow’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, you’re married? But you’re so young! I was going to introduce you to my brother!”
Casey beamed. “Do you really think I look that young?”
Willow huffed playfully. “I’m 23, and you look like you’re in your late twenties. It’s a shame you got married so young!”
Casey was delighted.
“Oh, you sweet talker.”
“I’m not sweet talking; I’m stating facts!”
Casey studied Wendy carefully. “Willow…there’s something I haven’t told you.”
“Hmm?” Willow feigned ignorance, though she already knew what was coming.
“I’m actually… 48.”
Willow’s jaw dropped. “No way. If you’re 48, then I’m 58”
“I’m serious.” Casey’s expression was firm. “I really am 48.”
“Really?” Willow blinked, still “stunned.”
“Really.” Casey watched her closely. “Now that you know…do you still want to be friends?”
After a dramatic pause, Willow grabbed Casey’s arm. “Of course I do! But you have to teach me your aging secrets! If I looked half as good as you do at your age, I’d be over the moon!”
Under Willow’s relentless flattery, Casey ate it up.
Mission accomplished. Wendy smiled inwardly.
If I wanted someone to like her?
It was embarrassingly easy.
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She sighed dramatically. “I was so going to set you up with my brother. What a waste! I bet your husband is the luckiest man in the world.”
Casey laughed and tweaked Willow’s nose. “Silly girl, of course I’m married at my age!”
Willow pouted. “Ugh. Such a shame.”
The Heiress Revived from the Ashes
