Chapter 737 Fluent in Francette
Hayley’s POV:
I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, then replied in flawless, fluent Francette, “Hello, Scarlett. My godfather speaks of you often. You really are as charming and lively as a fairy.”
Scarlett shot me a surprised glance, her expression hardening into disappointment. She muttered a stiff “Thanks” and jerked her hand away.
Johnny, on the other hand, burst out laughing and asked, “Hayley, when did you learn to speak Francette?”
“Godfather, have you forgotten? One of the Carsons’ biggest farm clients is from France–you were the one who introduced this deal to us,” I explained.
I didn’t mention that I actually own a château in France and used to spend part of every year living there.
“Oh, right, right, I do remember now,” Johnny said, waving his hand as it clicked. “I’m getting old–my memory’s slipping. Enough of that. You must be hungry after such a long flight–come, let’s eat.”
I noticed the dishes closest to me were all my favorites, while those across the table clearly catered to a different palate.
I couldn’t help but smirk a little. Godfather really did dote on me just as much as he did his biological daughter.
I sat down and chatted with him for a bit, casually noting that Scarlett seemed completely uninterested the entire time.
Finally, Johnny found an opening to bring her into the conversation. “Look at you, bouncing around like a monkey. What, you got ants in your pants? Can’t sit still for a minute?!”
Scarlett rolled her eyes dramatically and turned her head away, clearly unwilling to engage.
“Ugh!” Johnny sighed and turned to me. “This brat’s beyond my control. Hayley, would you keep an eye on her for me?”
“Why should she get to boss me around?” Scarlett snapped. “So what if she picked up some Francette from dealing with the French? She’s just an Omega–what could she possibly teach me?!”
“Hayley isn’t an O… “Johnny began, but I gave him a subtle glance, and he immediately corrected himself.
My identity as an Alpha still wasn’t ready to be revealed. Godfather instinctively helped me keep it hidden.
“If I’m asking Hayley to teach you, then I have my reasons. And if you don’t listen, forget about getting any more allowance,” Johnny said.
That one line hit Scarlett’s weak spot. She puffed out her cheeks in protest but didn’t dare talk back again.
“Well, in that case, I’ll help out–for your sake, Godfather,” I replied with a smile, earning a dramatic eye-roll from Scarlett.
After the meal, Scarlett trailed behind us as we left the restaurant.
Just outside the entrance, she suddenly started walking off in the opposite direction.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I turned to look at her.
“Not your business,” she shot back, glancing at me sideways before continuing on her way.
“Hmm… Who should I give this autographed poster from the mysterious singer Harmony to?” I mused aloud, pretending to be lost in thought.
Instantly, Scarlett froze like a marionette whose strings had been yanked. She whirled around and marched back to me.
“Are you serious?” Scarlett stared at me, skeptical.
“And a limited-edition signed photocard too!” I added.
Scarlett’s breathing instantly quickened. She grabbed my arm and shook it furiously. “Where?! Give it to me now!”
“Wait a sec.” She suddenly stopped herself, narrowing her eyes. “How did you know I like Harmony? Did my dad tell you? This is a setup, isn’t it? You two planned this!”
“You really think that little of your dad?” I replied coolly. “He didn’t say a word. I figured it out myself.”
“Figured it out? From what?! We’ve said, like, maybe three sentences to each other.” Scarlett looked at me, clearly suspicious.
My gaze landed on her bag, and I answered smoothly, “The little chibi keychain on your bag is one of Harmony’s limited-edition figures. And the bag itself–it’s from the collection Harmony carried at an event.”
Scarlett was speechless, her jaw practically on the floor. “What exactly do you do?”