Taste

Lost in thought, she did not notice that the butler was quietly observing her.

Somehow, the butler felt that Emily's aura had changed. He couldn't tell exactly, but it was completely different from before. She used to cry out of fear when she saw gangsters fighting, and now she's okay with it?

Seeing her concentrated, the butler couldn't help but ask, "Miss Emily, who do you think is the best?"

Emily regained her senses and pointed at Harold, "Him."

The butler smiled, "No. Mr. Maury asked me to choose a female bodyguard for you. Which one do you like?"

Emily pointed at Harold again, "Him."

The butler wiped his sweat. "Sorry, Miss Emily. He's a man, not a woman."

"Oh."

"...."

The butler hesitated, "Shall I ask Mr. Maury to let him...?"

Emily nodded with pleasure, "Yes!"

The butler could say nothing.

Sometimes, he really couldn't figure out whether Miss Emily understood him or not.

On the golf course.