"Okay, thank you!"
"The car is waiting outside. It's hard to get a cab around here," he added.
"Alright, I understand."
Then, Shalma Hughes left the hall, her strides carrying a carefree grace.
After she left, Butler Archer hurried forward. "Sir! Mrs. Archer called yesterday. The old master and madam want you to return to the old estate."
"Alright." Julian Winslow's eyes darkened. He knew what was bound to come had finally arrived, but this time, he would absolutely not back down.
"Are you planning to take Miss Hughes with you, sir?" Butler Archer asked boldly. Over the past few days, he had noticed that while his employer treated Miss Hughes much like his past women on the surface, there were still subtle differences. For instance, just a moment ago. Had it been anyone else, the boss would never have been so accommodating.
