Chapter 81 Where Exactly is Sister? Brother Misses You So Much...
Second Brother: I don't believe it. You must be making this up!
Lawrence: I don't care, I don't care. You guys have to find her for me, please...
Second Brother: You weren't this eager when looking for our sister, but now you're all fired up looking for some girl you like! Not doing it.
Lawrence: Sad.
Lawrence: I'm missing our sister again, boo hoo hoo...
Third Brother: I miss our sister too!
Third Brother: Heartbroken.
Second Brother: Crying.
Second Brother: Where on earth is our sister? Your brothers miss you so much...
The entire group chat was flooded with sad emojis.
There were teary-eyed kittens, little figures kneeling and wiping tears, and crying children...
Big Brother: You said you met her at the recording studio. If that's the case, just ask the studio staff who was using that booth, and it'll be clear as day.
Lawrence's eyes lit up.
Lawrence: Big Brother, you're the reliable one!
Lawrence: Big Brother! I love you, you're my real big brother!
Lawrence closed his phone and kicked his assistant standing nearby, saying urgently, "Quick, quick, quick! Call the recording studio and find out who was using that room this afternoon."
Dash smacked him on the forehead, "You still won't give up! Looking for trouble, aren't you?"
Lawrence looked at him with teary eyes, "Dash, please, please, please, help me find her. If I don't find that girl who played the piano, I'll really die, I really will!"
Dash: "..."
Just then, Dash received a phone call.
It was Lawrence's agent, Ember Stone, clearly impatient on the other end.
"Where's Lawrence? Why isn't he here yet? Don't you know the shoot is about to start!"
"Well, we ran into a little situation on the way..." Dash explained, "Ember, don't worry, we're already on our way."
"You have ten minutes! Get him styled and in front of me within ten minutes!"
With that, she hung up directly.
Dash hung up the phone, looking completely frazzled, "Quick, quick, quick, get the makeup done! Driver, step on it, we can make it in ten minutes, no problem!"
The makeup artist approached Lawrence's face with a powder brush, but before getting close, Lawrence slapped the thing out of their hands onto the floor.
Lawrence rolled on the ground, "Not going, not going! Don't want to do the shoot! Not in the mood, absolutely not in the mood! My head is full of that piano-playing girl, I have no mind for work anymore!"
Dash: "..."
Makeup artist: "..."
Driver: "..."
Dash anxiously checked the time.
Too late!
Once Lawrence started throwing a tantrum, there was no end to it. The problem was, no one in the company could do anything about it. Who told him to be the youngest son of one of the four major families, the Parker Family? The entire talent agency was owned by his family. What could he do?
He could only humor Lawrence.
"Find her, find her, find her! I'll find that piano-playing girl for you right now!"
Dash immediately made a call, "Jett, I need to ask you something. What's the name of that girl who was recording in Studio 7 this afternoon?"
Soon, Dash got a reply. As soon as he hung up, he quickly turned to look at Lawrence.
"Jett says she's a student from Stellar High School, named Violet!"
Lawrence immediately cheered up.
Violet, wait for me!
Wait for me to come find you at Stellar High School!
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Isabella walked along the campus path at Stellar High School, with the international class students talking about her.
"That's Isabella! The one who made a bet with Abigail."
"Did you hear? Her previous report card only had three hundred points."
"Someone who only scored three hundred points actually had the nerve to bet on grades with Abigail?"
"Exactly, I was there the day she made the bet with Abigail. She was the one mocking Abigail for having worse grades than her!"
"Wait, did I hear that right? Someone with three hundred points mocking someone with over eight hundred points for having worse grades?"
"Does she have no shame?"
"The exam is tomorrow. We'll just watch her make a fool of herself then."
In the international class, Gabriel looked at the signed betting agreement posted online and cursed, "Is she an idiot?"
Her grades are so bad and she still makes bets with people.
Sure enough, all the comments under the post were questioning Isabella.
Gabriel clenched his fist.
Forget it.
What does Isabella's bet have to do with him?
She's not his sister anyway.
Even Elizabeth and Aria from Class 10 knew about this.
"So that transfer student's grades are that bad?" Elizabeth sneered, "Looks like she's just someone who only knows how to fight, with no brains."
These past few days, Elizabeth had come to hate Isabella with a passion.
She had even learned that the reason Juniper from Class 11 was expelled was because Isabella had threatened Gregory with a video of them bullying Scarlett.
Gregory had no choice but to handle it with the maximum punishment.
Isabella was incredibly bold!
She even dared to threaten Gregory with a video!
Elizabeth took a deep breath. One day, she would make Isabella regret this!
"Elizabeth, when the results come out, won't there be a good show to watch? Isabella has to write 'I am trash' on her face and run ten laps around the field!"
Aria found the thought amusing, "I'm definitely going to watch that!"
"Watch what? Watch trash running laps around the field?"
"Calling her trash is even giving her too much credit. With three hundred points, she's not even as good as trash..."
In the noisy cafeteria, their unrestrained mocking didn't escape Violet's ears.
"These people are sick! What does it have to do with them? How dare they laugh at our little princess!"
Violet angrily stood up, looking like she was about to go fight with Elizabeth and the others.
A slender hand gripped her wrist.
Isabella shook her head at her, signaling her not to be impulsive.
"But they're saying those things about you. Aren't you angry?"
"Not angry."
Isabella really wasn't angry. She looked at Violet with a smile, "Alright, don't be angry either."
She peeled a milk candy and popped it into Violet's mouth, "Sweet?"
Violet paused, "Sweet."
Isabella smiled, "Eat more candy, get angry less."
Violet looked at Isabella's smiling face, and her anger disappeared just like that.
She really deserved to be their little princess.
She was just too lovable.
Violet hugged Isabella, "Don't worry, if you really have to run those laps, I'll definitely keep you company. I won't let you be alone."
Aurora raised her hand, "Isabella, I'll run with you too!"
Scarlett: "Me too."
Isabella said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't give you the chance to run with me."
After eating, the group headed back to the dorm. On the way, Violet took out her phone and checked it.
Someone had sent her a friend request.
The profile picture was a photo of her idol Lawrence, and the username was Lawrence's initials "LP."
Could this person also be a fan of Lawrence like her?
Violet, curious, accepted the friend request.
The person immediately sent her a message:
[Hello, I'm Lawrence.]