My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 133

A Base

Since the conditions in Talford Village were not very good, there was not way Samuel would let his sister and Zoey stay in those run-down houses. As a result, he had given orders to build a base overnight. Although the houses were made out of wood, there were all kinds of facilities inside. There were leather sofas, crystal chandeliers, high-class. chairs, and so on. Everything was incredibly luxurious.

It didn't look like a charity event, but more like a vacation.

The students were extremely excited. They began showering Samuel with flattery.

"Oh my god. Mr. Samuel is so generous!"

"That's right, that's right. It's all thanks to Zoey. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have such a good opportunity and living conditions!"

"I envy you so much. Having a boyfriend like Mr. Gilbert must be so nice. I bet you're always happy!"

"Exactly. It's such an unfair comparison!" A girl shot Lucille with a look of disdain and added, "Unlike some people, who keep shamelessly following others around even when they know that the person doesn't like them. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How can they be so shameless?" "I heard that we don't have enough rooms. The boys and girls will be separated, with four people in one room. Let's talk about it first. I don't want to be in the same room as Lucille! I might get nightmares!"

"Me too!"

The crowd of girls gathered together, and it was quite obvious that they were excluding Lucille.

Lucille remained calm and composed. She was not interested in arguing. with a bunch of teenage girls.

Not to mention... she didn't intend to stay there.

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After getting out of the car, Lucille carried her backpack as she walked

forward.

Before coming to the same village, Lucille had contacted one of the families which was next to her grandmother's old house. That way, it would be much more convenient for her to go into the old house and look around.

At first, the family was unwilling, but after she offered to pay them 300 dollars a day, they enthusiastically agreed and told her their address.

Lucille headed for the village while observing the house numbers.

When she was young, she had been to her grandmother's village several times, so she was a little familiar with everything there.

She knew that the most beautiful and elegant two-story villa in the village. was her grandmother's old home. She knew that there would be a hundred-year-old old tree at the end of the road, which had red ribbons tied all around it as a symbol of people's wishes. However, she was not going there as the esteemed Lucille from Dilsburg, but as the disgraceful Lucille from Shein City. Therefore, she had to pretend that it was her first time there so that nobody would suspect her.

Indeed, there was a pair of eyes behind her, watching her every move.

From the moment she stepped into Talford Village, that person had been boring holes into her back without looking away for even a moment.

Lucille kept her eyes on the door number and deliberately made a wrong turn. She then asked a few old men on the side of the road before finally arriving at the home where she was going to be staying. Knock, knock, knock.

Lucille knocked on the door.

After a while, a middle-aged woman with a simple and earnest face opened the door.

When she saw her, the woman was stunned and then asked cautiously,"

A Base

Are you... Miss Lucille?"

"Yes," Lucille replied placidly. "I'm sorry that I'll be intruding for a few days. This is the payment. I told you that I would be paying it in full."

Since she was paying 300 a day, the total was 2,100 for a week.

When she saw the money, the woman's eyes lit up. She immediately opened the door and said politely, "Come, Miss Lucille. Please come in. This morning, I cleaned the whole place. If there's anything you're not used to or need to buy, just tell me. I'll prepare everything!" "Thank you."

Lucille walked in.

The small courtyard was square and everywhere was tidy. Although the house was simple, it was clean and comfortable to look at.

The middle-aged woman led Lucille to the second floor. As they walked, she said, "My surname is Grant, Miss Lucille. You can just call me Madam Grant. My husband isn't here. The only ones in this house are me and my son, who's just gotten into elementary school. This is your room. The sheets and covers are clean and newly changed. Is everything okay with you?"

"It's all good." Lucille nodded. "Sorry to trouble you, Madam Grant."

"Not at all. This is my responsibility. In that case, you should rest first. I'll go downstairs to cook. If you need anything, just call me."

Madam Grant then left with a smile.

Not long after, a fire was lit in the kitchen, and wisps of white smoke

flowed out.

Lucille stood on the balcony of the second floor. She leaned against the railing and looked into the distance, pretending to be curious about the scenery.