Chapter 33 I Heard of My Identity as the Second-Hand Car Seller

Before Amanda could introduce them, Mrs. Elder Jewell warmly reached out to Iverson and asked, "Are you, Mr. Byran?" "Auntie, you are too polite. Just call me Iverson." "Iverson, what a nice name." Mrs. Elder Jewell had not even graduated from junior high school. It would be impossible for her to tell if the name was good or bad. "Mom, how do you know his surname is Byran?" Amanda realized something and widened her eyes. "You didn"t faint?" When Mrs. Elder Jewell fainted, Iverson had not yet come. How could she know who had sent her to the hospital if she fainted? Moreover, she was so sober at this time, so it was obvious that her mom was pretending. Amanda was speechless. "Mom, why are you pretending to be unconscious? You scared me to death!" "You wicked girl." Mrs. Elder Jewell hit her back and said grumpily, "You"re quite disappointed that I didn"t faint. It would be better if somethi