Julie hung up the phone, and posed in victory.
“You’re going shopping with Lord Thompson?” Someone jumped from a tree, and lander in front of her.
“What are you doing here?” She rolled her eyes, then kept moving.
William Woolf was furious. He followed her. “Julie Finch, do you really know what you are doing? Who do you think he is? You have the balls to have a fake marriage with him?”
She stopped, and gripped his shoulder. “You should call me Aunt.”
“Aunt my ass,” William said, messed up her hair. “Julie, swear to God, you don’t like him and you were forced to marry him, right?”
“Why do you think I was forced? Can’t it be that I forced him to marry me?” She fixed her hair, and lifted her chin in pride. “If God listened to all our promises, the world population would be reduced by two
