"Miss Evans, rest assured," the butler patted Misha Evans's hand, "Master had already declared that you are the only future daughter-in-law he acknowledges, and he won't allow anyone other than you to marry Young Master."
"Miss Evans, please be patient."
"..." Misha Evans felt a slight surge of emotion in her heart, finally exhaling a breath of spite.
The person Chester Yale cared most about was Sheldon Yale, and as long as Sheldon didn't agree, Chester would absolutely not disregard Sheldon's health to marry Evelyn Sherman.
"Move my luggage into the room, I'm staying!" Misha Evans commanded the servants beside her.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and move Miss Evans's luggage! Miss Evans is the future Young Mistress. If any of you dares to neglect her, you'll have a bitter fruit to bear in the future!"
The butler, with a stern face, scolded the slow-moving servants.