Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 1072 - 292: Retribution arrives, Viola creates a miracle!_4

Chapter 1072: 292: Retribution arrives, Viola creates a miracle!_4

Had he known that he would run into Viola Thompson in the mountains today, he wouldn't have driven this car.

Yet, things never turn out as one expects.

"Don't worry," Viola said as she buckled her seatbelt, her eyes on the ground, "I'm not cold."

She was rather resistant to the cold. She didn't feel cold in a coat even when the temperature dropped to several degrees below zero, nor did she feel hot in a down jacket.

However, under normal circumstances, she opted for a coat, as it wasn't as bulky and didn't obstruct her movement.

But her family always worried that she was cold and made sure she was wearing a down jacket before she left the house.

Mandel Thompson, in particular, had bought her ten down jackets.

"Well, we should be on our way then."

Mr. White started the engine.

The car moved steadily. Given the snowfall and icy roads, they had to drive at a slow pace.

Viola wasn't in a hurry, so she focused on the view outside the window.

Just then, the previously moving car suddenly stopped.

Mr. White frowned slightly and looked back at Viola. "I'll take a look."

This damn car, didn't break down in the morning or at night, but chooses this moment to fail.

It had absolutely no regard for the situation.

Mr. White lifted the car hood and worked with it for a while, but the car showed no response.

Just as he was about to call a tow truck, Viola got out from the other side of the car and came to the front.

"What's wrong?"

Mr. White looked troubled. "Seems like there's a problem with the engine."

"Let me take a look."

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With that, she bent down, starting to examine it.

Seeing her acting like an adept, Mr. White didn't try to stop her.

Still, he was a bit skeptical.

Could she actually be able to fix cars?

At that moment, Viola asked: "Do you have a wrench?"

"Yes, I'll bring it to you."

Since his old car broke down frequently, Mr. White was able to fix minor problems by himself, so he usually kept a toolbox inside the car.

Soon, Mr. White brought the toolbox and handed a wrench to Viola.

"Plum Blossom Riser." Viola continued.

Mr. White handed the Plum Blossom Riser to Viola.

"Duct tape."

She was like the principal surgeon on the operating table — focused and serious, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Her fair skin was as priceless as a piece of jade.

She attracted everyone's attention.

In a short while, Viola finally straightened up, closed the car hood, and said, "Marcus, get into the car and give it a try."

Mr. White was still a bit dazed at this point.

Is... is it fixed already?

Could it have been that miraculous?

Mr. White got into the car and started the ignition.

Then something miraculous happened.

Not only did the car start, but even the air conditioning was fixed.

"All good now, Viola! You're incredible!"

Mr. White, who rarely praised anyone, gave Viola a thumbs-up.

This girl never ceased to amaze people.

"Just average, the third-best in the world." Viola showed no false humility.

She got into the car.

Mr. White then asked: "How did you learn to fix cars?"

It was rare seeing girls who knew how to fix a car.

"As I love customizing cars, I've spent some time studying them. Actually, I wasn't sure if I could fix the car earlier. I guess a blind cat can catch a dead rat this time." Viola answered casually.

Mr. White nodded.

Viola was truly incredible.

She can fix cars.

And she has medical skills.

Whoever marries Viola would save money on both car repairs and medical bills.

At this thought, Mr. White's eyes brightened.

But they quickly dimmed again.

After all, she was already taken!

Never mind that, let's think about Viola's shortcomings.

He was supposed to focus on her shortcomings, but Mr. White found his heart racing uncontrollably.

He first dropped Viola off at the Thompson Family Manor.

The new doorman at the entrance assumed from the dilapidated Volkswagen that the visitor was hardly a friend or relative of the Thompson Clan, since even the poorest of their relatives drove Audis.

So, the doorman lowered the barrier, ready to check and ask for a pass.

Outside of the family and close friends, anyone entering the private manor had to show a pass.

At this moment, an old staff member walked in and was shocked to see the Volkswagen parked there. "Why are you not letting them in! That's the head of the White family!"

Hearing this, the new doorman immediately pressed the button to raise the barrier.

Once the car had left, he curiously asked, "Why does the head of the White family drive such an old car?"

"Can't he opt for a low profile? Not every wealthy person likes luxury cars. You should be careful not to judge people by appearances in the future!"

Little did they know, Mr. White was just plain stingy.