Bullying Even Little Girls

In northwest London, there was a pleasant street where mostly middle-class families lived.

The Granger home was a small three-story brown villa with floor-to-ceiling glass windows on one side and a large private backyard.

In the spacious, bright living room, Hermione suddenly tossed The Daily Prophet in her hand aside, straightened up, and gave the earpiece by her ear a soft snort.

Her eyes turned toward the coffee table in front of her.

Several Italian newspapers lay on it, one featuring the black silhouette of a man circled in red ink.

Beside them was an open dictionary and notebook, filled with densely written words that appeared to be translations.

"You're still in the mood to tease me? Does that mean you've already dealt with things in Italy?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, she unconsciously lifted her little face.

"Congratulations, new owner of Bugatti Automobiles.

Of course I knew. They were two supercars that had only debuted at the Palace of Versailles in Paris the year before last.

These handcrafted sports cars usually had very long delivery times. Even if Uncle Eric was willing to pay extra, Aunt Evelyn wouldn't agree."

This time, the voice in her earpiece fell silent.

Several seconds later, Vincent's voice sounded again.

Hermione answered with a broad smile.

"It wasn't hard to guess. I'm sure it was because of that draft of yours."

She flipped open the first page of her notebook, where a somewhat rounded sports car had been drawn.

"I have a very good memory. You said the earliest it could be built would be next year.

I also remember Aunt Evelyn saying your family ancestors were carmakers. Your cooperation with the Volkswagen Group was to speed up the schedule, wasn't it?"

After receiving Vincent's reluctant praise, she seemed to become even smugger.

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