Chapter 305 - 304: Nothing Beats the Three of Us Living a Good Life

"Thanks. I’ll treat you to a meal later."

"I know, I know. I promised you a full set of exclusive, private custom designs. I haven’t forgotten. Once I’m done with the sketches, I’ll have someone get them made."

"Oh, stop saying you love me. I can’t love you back, not even a little. My fiancé would be the first to object."

"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely have you at the head table at the wedding. Okay, okay, say hi to my aunt and uncle for me. I’ve got something to do, so I’m hanging up."

With that, Yvonne Lowell hung up the phone immediately.

It was impossible to have a calm phone call with that woman. Her head was always buzzing afterward.

Big Dog Grant, who had been standing nearby pretending to admire the scenery while actually eavesdropping, immediately sidled up to her.

"Was that Scarlett again, from this afternoon? Who is she, exactly?"

"Yep. She posted an update on a foreign social media site. I had Jackie take a screenshot and post it from a burner account. As for who she is, why don’t you just take out your phone and see for yourself?"

Yvonne Lowell looked down, messaging Zachary Jacobs.

"I’m not looking. I don’t care who she is; it’s not important. Anyway, I really would be the first to object, so you can’t love her."

Leo Grant wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and speaking in a plaintive tone.

’These days, you have to guard against love rivals of both the same and opposite sex.’

’Honestly, what’s with that person, spouting nonsense about "love" all day long!?’

’Doesn’t she have anyone who loves her? Why does she have to go after my wife!’

Scarlett: ...Say that again, I dare you!

Yvonne Lowell paused for a second, then turned her head to look at him with an appreciative glance.

"Not bad, kid. I’m surprised you understand the language of Country E."

"Is it that hard? And while we’re at it, care to elaborate on where your fiancé falls short?"

Leo Grant also switched to the language of Country E, his tone flirtatious.

Yvonne Lowell’s expression immediately went deadpan. She irritably pushed his head off her shoulder.

"Stop being a perv. We’re in public, watch yourself."

’He was already such a dog, and he’s gotten even worse since we started sleeping together.’

’When I looked in the mirror this morning, I didn’t know whether to praise him or scold him.’

’On the one hand... this damn dog went and left marks all over me yet again.’

’On the other hand... at least he knew not to leave them on my neck since it’s summer.’

Leo Grant shamelessly sidled up to her again, feigning ignorance.

"What’s wrong? I’m trying to have a serious discussion with you. There’s no one else in this room, right? Besides, if you don’t give me honest feedback, I’ll just have to figure it out on my own. Practice makes perfect, you know."

He deliberately emphasized that last phrase.

’What a way to "figure it out on his own" and "practice makes perfect"...’

Yvonne Lowell smacked away the two paws on her waist and was the first to walk back into the room.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to lie down for a bit. I have to find an excuse to slip away later."

"Sleep? Great idea. I can warm up the bed for you, free of charge."

A smile played on Leo Grant’s lips as he quickened his pace to catch up and take her hand.

Yvonne Lowell: ...Sleep my ass! We’re about to go out, and all you can think about is sleep, sleep, sleep!

...

"Sixth Bro, stop going upstairs to mess with your stupid building blocks. And you too, Angus! Both of you, get over here! Big Bro is gonna carry you in a sweet three-person queue and dominate the Rift! The three of us living our best lives is what really matters!"

Harrison Lowell shouted from the sofa where he was sprawled out in the side hall, phone in hand.

Before he could even unlock it, he saw a notification pop up and impatiently tapped it open.

"Hasn’t last night’s stupid trending topic died down yet? How is there another new one about Yvonne Lowell? These netizens are something else, making up eight hundred trending hashtags from just two photos... Holy shit!!!"

"Did you forget to take your meds again?"

Caleb Lowell had just walked in when he heard him screeching.

"Bro... this... the Princess... Nola..."

Harrison Lowell was clearly still in shock, pointing at his phone and stammering incoherently.

"You think I don’t know that? Of course I know she’s a princess."

Caleb Lowell shot him a disdainful glance and chose a seat as far away from him as possible.

The few brothers who followed him in did the same.

’After all, with something like stupidity... you can never be sure if it’s contagious or not.’

"No, that’s not it! Nola is trending again!"

Harrison Lowell finally recovered enough to get the whole sentence out in one breath.

"This time, it’s because netizens on a foreign site saw the Princess of Country E post a birthday wish for her! She even included photos of them together, including ones from when they were kids!"

"The hell did you just say?!"

Adrian Lowell was the first to crowd in, snatching the phone right out of his hand.

Sure enough, the post that Zachary Jacobs had made from the burner account just a few minutes ago had already blown up.

There was no need for any deliberate marketing or promotion. Any hashtag that included Yvonne Lowell’s name was guaranteed to have a certain amount of heat.

[Don’t worry, fam, it’s not photoshopped. I used a VPN to go check, it’s her real account, it’s verified... Upvote me so the haters and trolls don’t start chirping when this gets more popular! [Image]]

[I mean, sis... I knew you were rich since you were a kid, I knew you came from a wealthy family, but now you’re telling me you’ve known a princess since childhood?! And you can even get the princess herself to come out and wish you a happy birthday?!]

[Heh, you think she’s just *a* princess?! That’s the fucking Princess of Country E! The first in line to the throne! The future Queen, officially acknowledged by the Country E Royal Family!!]

[I clung to my dad’s leg and cried all night, but he still won’t admit he also knows a princess and plans to send me to be raised by the Royal Family...]

[Pile up your pillows, and you can have any dream you want. Get it?]

[Gotta say, our little sister has been gorgeous since day one~ *Pant, pant*~]

[But how can she kiss our little sister?! Not even a princess is allowed to do that!! Let go and let me do it!!]

[Are those young Nina and Luna next to them? Holy cow, how is it that these people have looked like business elites since they were kids?]

[Luna? A business elite? Take another look at the captions on their company’s official account and say that again. Doesn’t everyone know he’s the one who writes all those unhinged captions?]

[LMAO, as we all know, besides being a bit of a chatterbox, our Vice Chairman Jacobs doesn’t have... uh, any other good qualities, haha.]

[Tsk, you guys are so materialistic. Unlike me, I only noticed that today is my wife’s birthday. I just want to wish my wife a happy birthday @Pluto Consortium]

[Oh, you’re so noble, so amazing. Your drool has already flooded your apartment and is leaking down into mine.]

[Hey, person above me, if you hadn’t stabbed me so deep with that knife, you’d still be my best internet friend, haha. *pat pat*.]

[Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. If it’s too much, I can just pull it out a little? [Doge face]]

[Dude, sis... you’re getting bold. You can turn even a wreck of a road like this into an F1 race, huh?!]

After looking at the photos, Caleb Lowell was about to say something when the voice from earlier that day surfaced in his mind again:

"Sometimes, knowing less is perhaps the greatest protection for everyone involved. Don’t you think?"

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t voice his questions. He just shut off his phone.