Chapter 185 - 185: 185: Do you guys want to make friends?

Chapter 185 - 185: 185: Do you guys want to make friends?

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Seeing the situation, Peggy Lewis turned to the little guy, asking, “Morgan, would you like to swap seats with your Godmother?”

“Why?” Morgan’s sparkling black eyes scanned over Peggy Lewis, eventually landing on Sheldon Rowland.

Could there be some secrets between these two?

“Are you trying to be friends with each other?” Morgan asked, rolling his dark pupils. Sheldon Rowland: ‘

Peggy Lewis: ‘

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This kid, spouting nonsense with his eyes wide open!

Such a bad attitude, he must have inherited it from his dad!

Peggy Lewis squinted her eyes in annoyance but managed to smile, she gritted her teeth and told Morgan, “You’re so adorable. Even if this is the first time your Great Grandmother and Grandmother are seeing you, they would definitely prefer to sit right next to you.”

The little guy gave it some thought and beaming, he responded, “That’s true, elders love me a lot.”

Peggy Lewis, at this moment, didn’t feel like dealing with this bratty kid.

With a fake smile plastered on her face, she didn’t wait for Morgan’s answer and carried him over to her own seat.

Peggy Lewis then moved to sit in the place Morgan had just vacated.

The Old Madam quietly counted the time and then smiled, saying, “I’ve met your mother before.”

Seeing Morgan’s confusion, the Old Madam explained, “Once, I invited her to my house to be a private chef. The dishes she made were really delicious.”

“Of course.” Morgan Clarke puffed out his chest, “My Cindy is the best!”

“That’s why I brought my daughter-in-law along to support her in the competition today. I hope she can win,” the Old Madam nodded with a beaming smile.

“Of course she will! ” Morgan Clarke declared confidently.

Victoria Wheeler couldn’t help but say, “Don’t be so overconfident, Morgan; the top ten finalists in this audition are highly skilled. Your mother, who hasn’t had any professional training, might not necessarily be their match.”

As soon as the little guy heard she was doubting his mother’s abilities, he immediately puffed up his little face, “Anyway, I have faith in Cindy. She may not have been professionally trained, but she is highly talented and a quick learner. I’m certain her progress will surprise everyone when the competition comes. Whether those ahead of her will still defeat her, we’ll never know until we see it.”

With his little mouth yammering fast and clear, he made his points well.

Even the Old Madam rarely saw such an intelligent and articulate child.

“Yes, I believe in Cindy Clarke too,” the Old Madam hurriedly nodded, “But, you don’t look too similar to Cindy Clarke, do you take more after your dad?”

Mentioning his father didn’t seem to trigger any negative emotions in the little fellow.

He lifted his tiny chin proudly, “But in terms of personality, I am like Cindy; I

am equally loveable..”