Chapter 488 A Mystery Lady

When they got back to the mansion, Essie kept thinking about it. Mary would come to their house or
visit Leila to inspect their honeymoon as expected.

The next day, however, nothing happened in the manor. Nothing happened at the side of Zac.

Essie was completely confused.

What the hell? Did she and Mili see a ghost?

"Mommy, let's go to the town to have a look tomorrow. Maybe we will meet the bad grandma again,"
Mili suggested.

Essie nodded. She didn't believe that there were really ghosts in the world. Something must be wrong.
Maybe there was a big conspiracy brewing in Mary's mind.

The next morning, after Zac left, she took Mili to the town, sitting beside the open-air tea table in the
dessert shop last time. She ordered two cups of juice and a few desserts as she ate.

Provence was a place with sunny sunshine. It was a sunny day today. The sun shone warmly in the
sky. She then became more sleepy, and she rested her head on her hands, dozing off.

After a long time, Mili's voice came. "Mommy, look! Bad grandma is here again."

But all of a sudden, Essie came to her senses and looked in the direction of her daughter's finger. The
lady went to the floral shop as last time and bought a bunch of forget me not. In order not to convince
Zac, she took out her phone and took some photos.

When the woman turned around and was about to leave, Essie took Mili's hand and said, "Let's follow
her secretly and see where she is going."



"Okay." Mili nodded. She felt like she was Sherlock Holmes the detective.

Essie told four bodyguards to keep a low profile and not to be discovered by others.

The woman walked to the parking lot at the street corner and got on a Rolls Royce. As the car of Essie
and bodyguards also parked there, they quickly got on the car and followed the Rolls Royce.

The car in front of them was not fast, and the driver seemed not to have noticed that they were being
followed.

After passing through a path in the forest with lavender fields on both sides, a Rolls Royce stopped in
front of the iron gate of a large manor.

The door opened slowly. When the car drove in, it closed slowly.

Essie noticed that there were a row of beautiful French words on the iron gate, and she didn't know
anything about French, so she didn't know what they meant. But Mili understood it. She had mastered
three languages.

"Rose Manor," Mili translated word by word.

"What a beautiful name. It must be filled with roses inside, right?" Essie muttered. To her surprise, her
former mother-in-law had bought a manor here in secret. 'Does she keep a French gigolo from her
father-in-law?'

Thinking of this, she patted her head. She seemed to thought too much. Although her former mother-in-
law was not a good person, she was quite conservative in this respect. Besides, her father-in-law was a
decent person. She should not do such a shameful thing to fool around outside.

She took out her phone and took some photos of the manor. Then she asked the driver to turn around
and leave.



Zac came in the afternoon. Mili was still taking a nap in her room. At the same time, Essie asked the
servants to prepare black tea and snacks. She sat in the lavender field with him, enjoying the pleasant
afternoon tea time.

The breeze kept bringing the fragrance of lavender to them.

Taking a sip of her black tea, Essie said slowly, "Do you know there is a Rose Manor in the east of the
town?" She asked him tentatively to see if he knew anything about Mary.

"I don't know," Zac shrugged and said in a careless tone. He had always been indifferent to anything
that had nothing to do with him. He had no trace of curiosity.

With these words, Essie took another cake, smeared with cheese and blueberry sauce, and stuffed it
into her mouth, completely ignoring the way she ate.

After she finished eating, she took out her phone from her pocket and licked her lips. "I have something
to show you."

She clicked on the photo and showed it to him.

Zac was shocked. A sharp light flashed across his dark eyes. "It's really Mommy!"

"I told you I wouldn't make a mistake. Even if I took a ten thousand steps backward, my eyesight
wouldn't be good and I recognized the wrong person but Mili wouldn't," Essie said seriously.

Zac frowned. "Who knows that you are in Provence?"

"Nobody knows that except my parents, Holy and my secretary. I let my secretary announce that I went
to the United States for a business trip, so no one should suspect me." Essie said, pouting her lips,
"Your mommy is so strange this time. She didn't go to see you and Leila, nor did she come to blame



me. Instead, she goes to the floral shop every day to buy a bunch of forget me not. Does she come to
visit an old friend by the way?"

"I've never heard that she has an old friend in Provence," Zac touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

Then she opened another group of photos and said, "This is Rose Manor. I followed your mommy
secretly today and watched her car drive in."

A deep light flashed in Zac's eyes. He took out his phone and dialed Rong Mansion's number instead
of Mary's this time.

Looking at him quietly, Essie was more and more confused while listening to the conversation between
him and Mary.

After hanging up the phone, Zac said in a low voice after a long silence, "It seems that we have to meet
this mysterious lady."

"Let me and Mili take the lead." Essie's thick eyelashes, like butterfly's wings, gleamed with mischief.

She reckoned that next time the lady would go to the floral shop and buy the forget me not as usual.
When the sun rose, she and Mili went to the open-air tea table of the dessert shop and waited.

As expected, the lady came again.

She winked at Mili, and then Mili stood up and ran towards her happily.

"Grandma!" she greeted her with her sweet voice in Chinese.

The lady turned to her and smiled, "Little angel, are you calling me?" she replied in Chinese.

"Yes, granny. Why did you come to Provence? Are you on vacation like us? " Mili tilted her head and
looked at her with her big eyes blinking.



The lady was slightly shocked, "Little angel, do you mistake me for someone else? I'm not here for a
vacation. I've been living here all the time."

"Really?" Mili put her little hand to the corner of her mouth, her eyes carefully turning around on her
face. Although the way the lady looked at her was strange, she was very kind, totally different from a
bad grandma. So she was not a bad grandma. It was just the same person as her?

"It's so strange, grandma. You look very much like my grandma, as if you are the same person."

"Really?" The lady smiled.

"Really." Mili nodded her head heavily. She took out her iPad from her bag, and took out the picture of
Mary from her bag which Zac prepared for her. She said, "Look! This is my grandma. You look like
each other except your hair styles."

The woman looked at them and was shocked, "Oh my God! Your grandmother is really like me! I
almost thought it was myself!"

When she was speaking, Essie came over. She looked at her with great astonishment and asked,
"Mommy, why are you here?" she asked deliberately.

Mili tugged at her sleeve and said, "Mommy, she is not grandma. She looks like grandma."

"What?" Covering her mouth, Essie pretended to be shocked. "Oh my God, madam. You look so much
like my mother-in-law. I never thought there would be two people in the world who look so alike. "

"I was shocked too." The lady said, patting her chest. "Is this lady also in Provence?"

"No, she is in Dragon City. We are coming from Dragon City and on vacation here," Essie explained.

Mili raised her head and looked at the lady. "Grandma, your Chinese is very good."



"My mother is Chinese, and my Chinese is taught by her." The lady smiled kindly. "I live in the Rose
Manor not far from the town. If you have time, come to my garden and talk to me about the woman who
looks like me."

"Well, how about I bring my husband here to visit you this afternoon? He looks like his mother, so he
looks like you as well," Essie said with a smile.

"Hearing what you said, I have to see him." The lady smiled. "I will prepare afternoon tea in the
mansion and wait for you."

Mili had always thought that this large manor was called Rose Manor because there were full of roses
in it. After entering it, she found that there was not a single rose. The Rose Manor did not gained its
name from roses, but rose wine.

The Rose Manor was home to the best rose wine of France and even Europe.

The woman who looked like her mother-in-law was named Sophie·Caroline. The local people called
her Mrs. Rose. Her father was a French and her mother was Chinese. Her husband passed away more
than twenty years ago. After that, she never remarried, and lived with her only daughter.

At the sight of Zac, she sighed in astonishment. "It's a pity that I don't have a son, or I'll think you're my
son."

Zac was also looking at her carefully. He didn't expect that there was anyone in the world who looked
exactly like his mother besides his aunt.

"If only in this way, I will also think that you are my mother."

Mrs. rose smiled gently, took a sip of the tea and said, "Tell me about your mother. I'm more and more
curious about her."



"My mother is just an ordinary housewife. She is nothing special. My father is very busy with his
business, so all the affairs in the family are handled by her alone," Zac said in an indifferent tone. He
was not in the mood to talk about his true identity.

"She must be very happy with her son and her husband by her side," Lady Rose said with a flash of
sadness on her face, and she felt a little lonely as she thought of her dead husband.

"Grandma, do you go to the floral shop to by forget me not every day?" Mili asked with her head askew.

Mrs. Rose nodded.

"Why? Don't you like forget me not so much? " Mili looked at her in confusion.

"My mother is just an ordinary housewife. She is nothing special. My father is very busy with his
business, so all the affairs in the family are handled by her alone," Zac said in an indifferent tone. He
was not in the mood to talk about his true identity.

"She must be very happy with her son and her husband by her side," Lady Rose said with a flash of
sadness on her face, and she felt a little lonely as she thought of her dead husband.

"Grandma, do you go to the floral shop to by forget me not every day?" Mili asked with her head askew.
Mrs. Rose nodded.

"Why? Don't you like forget me not so much? " Mili looked at her in confusion.



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