HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Dad's company has been noticed by the higher-ups and is being merged into a larger company. They've asked Dad to be in charge of one of the projects."

"Dad did a great job on this project, so he has money and can buy a big house for Lillian to live in."

Sitting in the car, hearing Mr. Ender explain his situation with his family, Nalilian was startled and remembered something.

A thing about British history that she knew from someone else.

In 1992, the UK experienced a financial crisis known as Black Wednesday.

This was caused by the UK joining the ERM, the European Exchange Rate Mechanism, in 1990, and experiencing high inflation and economic recession, which led to a devastating devaluation of the pound.

The depreciation of the pound has caused the entire manufacturing and real estate industries in the UK to decline.

Britain's top leaders have set their sights on high-end service industries such as finance and have begun to implement financial market reforms.

Among these high-end service industries, banks have been hit by currency depreciation, and only insurance companies have benefited significantly.

These insurance companies were pushed abroad by the British upper class, preparing to develop global insurance business services, hoping to introduce foreign funds to ease financial pressure.

Mr. Ende owns a medium-sized insurance company.

So is Mr. Ende going to get on board the British high-level officials?

This is amazing!

Nalilian's gaze towards Mr. Ender was immediately filled with admiration.

You should know that there are many small and medium-sized insurance companies in the UK, and being able to seize the opportunity to move your company into a large company to make it bigger and stronger requires both vision and ability.

"That's enough. Stop it."

But when Mr. Ender spoke in a tone that seemed to be asking Nalilian for praise, Kersten spoke.

"Stop talking."

Hearing the impatience in his tone, Nalilian looked at him.

As Kerston said this, he propped up his face and looked out the window. It was already evening, and his tall, deep eyebrows and eyes were dyed a dark golden color in the afterglow outside the window.

Mr. Ender stopped talking, and Kersten looked out the window. The relationship between father and son reached a freezing point.

What's going on here?

Nalilian felt a little uneasy.

Was there something going on between them that she didn't know about?

Kirsten had a deeper connection with Mr. Ender than she did and knew more than she did.

Because during the holidays, he was often taken by Mr. Ende to his company for internship. Nalilian saw that the boy became more mature and stable day by day.

Mr. Ende had never mentioned this to her, and Nalilian knew that Mr. Ende would rather she be a little princess at home, so she never had any objection.

But at this moment, she felt regretful.

If she got involved, she would know what conflict had occurred between the father and son.

It's not that passive.

And she also realized that she should actually pay more attention to Kerston.

Although he was always reliable, allowing her to not worry about anything, he would even help her whenever she was in trouble and protect her when she was in danger.

But she was used to his protection, and she had no idea when he was worried.

Just like the book he was going to write, she only discovered it when Kersten was almost halfway through.

She is such an incompetent sister.

At this time, he didn't hear Nalilyn's voice. Kersten turned his head and met Nalilyn's worried eyes looking at him. He paused, cursed himself in his heart, and reached out to pinch her cheek.

he asked, his irritated brows softening as he looked at her.

"Kxton," Nalilian turned her head to avoid his pinching her face. She didn't want to be pinched by him.

Kerston didn't continue, and Nalilian looked at him in confusion.

She should be the one asking him this.

"what happened to you?"

He looks like he has a lot on his mind.

"I was just wondering what to do with the things I had at home," he explained, his tone a little unnatural.

But Nalilian didn't notice because she was completely distracted by the news.

To be more precise, I was scared.

Because she still has the set of emerald jewelry that Voldemort gave her hidden in her room!

It’s over, what should I do?

How did she explain the origin of that gift?

"Dad," Nalilian quickly asked Mr. Ende, "where are my things?"

It would be best to throw away that set of jade jewelry.

But she still had the gifts they gave her, those precious gifts, and she didn't want to lose them at all.

"They're still in their original home. They haven't been lost. We can go back during this holiday and move some of them to our new home."

Hearing Nalilian's question, Mr. Ende quickly spoke to comfort her.

"But there's no need to worry about Lillian's clothes, because she grows taller every year, and all the old clothes can be thrown away. Mom also made a lot of clothes for Lillian."

Hearing this, Narilla was not very surprised, because Mrs. Ender regretted that she had to wear wizard robes at Hogwarts, and she would buy her a lot of clothes to change into every holiday.

But when Mr. Ende brought them to what he called their new home, Nalilian was stunned.

This is not the big house that Mr. Ende simply mentioned.

This is an estate.

"Welcome home."

After passing through a lush countryside, the Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit entered an exquisite wrought iron gate. The butlers and servants standing on both sides of the gate bowed to the car they were riding in.

After entering the hospital, there was a lawn of several hundred square meters. Their car drove through the lawn and arrived at a small palace-like residence.

The car stopped outside the house. Mr. Ende took Nalilian and Kersten. The maid took the luggage out of the car, and the butler helped Mr. Ende drive the car away.

Mr. Ender led Nalilian and Kersten into the main gate.

The main entrance is a spacious hall with a gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling and exquisitely carved fireplaces on the walls on both sides, on which various oil paintings are hung.

"How's it going, Lillian?" Mr. Ende looked at them and smiled. "This is our new home."

"Although Dad bought this manor from a down-and-out nobleman, he had it renovated. It's absolutely new."

Listening to Mr. Ende's words, Nalilian was still holding Kerston's hand, but looking at the magnificent hall in front of her, she was speechless.

This is not a question of whether it is a new home or not.

Who would want to move to this manor just to move into another manor?

This clearly transcends class!