And that kind of nobility he exudes...

Emma’s heart started to race uncontrollably.

If William Wilson truly is the Young Master of the Wilson Clan, revealing his identity would definitely crash Twitter once again.

"Dad, Mom, these are my classmates, Laura Jones and Emma Williams."

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie."

Laura and Emma stepped forward to greet them.

It was the first time Mrs. Taylor had seen her daughter bring classmates home to play, and she raised her eyebrows teasingly.

"I didn’t expect that you actually have classmates you get along with at school; I thought you’d been ostracized to the ends of the earth."

Hannah ignored her and turned to Mr. Taylor, "Dad, are you sure she’s not my stepmother?"

"If you have doubts, you can do a paternity test later."

Mr. Taylor lifted his eyes from the newspaper and then his gaze fell on Laura’s face.

This child... why does she look so much like Adam Jones?

Not only Mr. Taylor noticed, but Mrs. Taylor did too.

However, she did not mention it openly.

Recalling the introduction his daughter just gave, this young lady’s surname is also Jones; could she really be that child of the Jones Family?

Emma also noticed that both Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were focusing on Laura and had overlooked her, her face turned slightly sullen.

Unwilling to be ignored like that, Emma stepped forward, proactively saying:

"Uncle, Auntie, Hannah is very popular at school, all of us classmates really like her."

She mainly wanted to showcase herself, but the intention was so obvious that it seemed a bit deliberate.

These two are both business moguls, Emma dared not play tricks in front of them.

Mr. and Mrs. Taylor withdrew their gaze from Laura’s face, but didn’t ask her directly about her parents.

Just then Emma spoke up, pulling their thoughts back.

"Don’t I, as a mother, know her character?"

Mrs. Taylor laughed, and had the help bring over some fruit.

"You can chat on your own, your dad and I won’t disturb you. Oh, by the way, your cousin is coming over for dinner tonight."

Hearing this, both Laura and Emma’s expressions subtly changed.

The "cousin" Mrs. Taylor mentioned, could it be William Wilson?

Both Laura and Emma had this thought, but neither voiced it.

It was still early in the afternoon, with quite a bit of time until dinner.

In between, Mrs. Taylor invited a few wealthy ladies from the same building to come over and play poker.

It turned out that one of them had to leave unexpectedly.

Mrs. Taylor had no other hobbies; while other wealthy ladies liked shopping, she preferred inviting a few friends over to play poker.

Missing a player left her feeling somewhat deflated.

"Hannah, come fill in," one of the ladies suggested.

"Linda, you know I can’t play poker," Hannah replied.

Mrs. Taylor was aware of this too, and looked at Hannah with disdain.

"This child just likes to be wild outside; it’s rare for her to bring home two classmates and behave. Expecting her to keep me company in poker is out of the question."

Used to being disregarded by her mother, Hannah’s skin was thick enough to be coated in gold bricks, so she couldn’t care less.

Seeing her eyes dart around, she pulled Laura along, saying:

"Laura, can you play? Help my mom for a bit."

Standing by, Emma noticed Hannah creating an opportunity for Laura to shine in front of her own mother and couldn’t stand it.

Before Laura could respond, Emma stepped up and said:

"Auntie, let me play with you; I know a bit. During holidays, I always play poker with my mom at home."