Fear Your Good Heart Conceals Wicked Intentions
At that moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed from afar. Amid the noise, an argument could be faintly heard: "Miss, the young master specifically ordered that you are not to set foot in Fresh Garden. Please don't make it difficult for us."
"Move!" Lorraine's cold voice commanded. "Fresh Garden is my mother's residence. Since when does Tristan get to dictate who enters? All of you, get out of my way! Or I'll break your legs!"
In the living room, Madam Ford heard her voice and her brows furrowed slightly. She adjusted her clothes nonchalantly and said, "Let her in."
"Yes, ma'am," Pepper responded.
In no time, Lorraine stormed in. "Mother, do you know what Tristan has done?"
"Tell me, what has he done?" Madam Ford glanced at her, her eyes flashing with an unfathomable gleam.